 | As I had suspected! Telfaras is to be wed! He called upon me, at the house of our kin, earlier last night, and told me of the news. At first, I was curious, but glad. Then he told me of his bride; indeed, it is the 'Gwenbur' he has spoken of so many times. She is human, though; but understands what burdens they shall both bear. I gave Telfaras my blessing, as Tur of the kinship to which he belongs, and then I departed to Duillond, for I had buisness with the scholars there. For many hours, I lingered, reading texts of Gondolin of Old, and of the betrayer; Maeglinn, may he rot forever! It was at the half of the fourth hour, that I was spoken to. Telfaras was there, and he said that Gwenbur was outside, wishing to speak to me. At first, I was mayhaps a bit nervous, but I quickly quelled these feelings, and set outside. Gwenbur speaks our words, though not as if it were her own. As a rider of The Mark, she bears the body of one, and is of strong build. Yet, I sense complete and utter love within her, for Telfaras, and he for her. I spoke with her, for a while, about the burdens she will face, and the choice her children shall have to make. The Half-elven kind is always torn between two worlds, and the progeny of the relationship will always be seperate from one of their parents. After our talk, we set forth in search of Telfaras. He was standing on the pavillion, looking over the Homesteads. After this, I left them be, to themselves; I had intruded enough, at the time. I have begun to feel ache within my heart. By chance, it is probably on account of seeing Telfaras and his betrothed, and the knoweldge that I was once like that, with my Malainel. Life is cruel, so much-so. And I trust in the will of Illuvitar, Himself, that the same fate that befell my beloved, will not happen to either of those two. |
