Oh... I am heartbroken. Truly, I ache inside. I sit here upon the porch overlooking a small waterfall outside of Cuileth's quarters as she rests quietly near me on a curved couch. It was her wish tonight that I might stay with her so the pain of her loss would not be so acute.
I arrived in Rivendell this afternoon and immediately set out to find her near the forges. She was set to work on adorning a fine piece of armor when I came to her, and she was elated-- though I can readily admit that I was, too. It was difficult, though. We both knew the question that lingered overhead that went unsaid until I confessed it to her shortly afterward in the Hall of Fire. She... was inconsolable.
I cannot blame her, though. I can remember the day clearly when my own father admitted wearily that he would seek the Havens shortly after I came of age. This is much the same, though the one thing I cannot, will not allow to happen is for her to become bitter as I did. I can understand that she did not want my consolation, or even my guidance. I too shrank from others when I was left alone to the world.
Regardless of what she may do or think, I shan't allow her to drift from me. She may not want my love, but that hardly means I shall cease loving her. She is everything to me, it seems. How strange it is that my path in life so abruptly changed within the short time that I came to know her. I suppose it is the will of the One that we should meet.
I suppose it is the will of the One that Cuileth, that Life, should be given to those so pathetically without it.
