Almond shaped eyes watched the flames…
Watched the flames that wrapping the wood like caressing it…
Gently holding and rocking with a sweet melody…
So bright, so warm…
Seems like a happy union of the flame and the wood.
Yet the very same almond shaped eyes look beyond the thick, blackened bark…
She saw how the fire feeding from the wood and drain everything till nothing lefts more than a pile of ash..
Oitur walked out of the sleeping quarters of Ost Guruth, maybe the last civilized stop on their way to Rivendell. He took a brief look around yet his keen eyes didn’t miss the sitting silhouette of Reiven before the campfire. His troubled thoughts flow over the words of her like the countless times.
"Do you trust me Oitur?" question echoed in his mind as he approaches. He bended down to pick up a blanket and left it onto her shoulders.
Reiven blinked a few times and hardly turned her looks away from the flames. It was Oitur who you can proudly call as a friend, who you can trust with your life...
“That’s unfair to him” thought the she elf. The burden she weight down on his shoulders just unfair. Reiven knew that his assistance gained her at least a week of time still she can’t help but feeling guilty.
“Haven’t you slept all night?” asked Oitur knowing the answer and tore her from the endless valley of her thoughts.
“It was dark… I… watched the flames” a half smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
Oitur studied her face for a moment then his looks fall onto her bandaged wrist that covers the dragon tail shaped tattoo from the sights. Unreadable thoughts passed from his ageless face before he starts to talk again. “Half day would be enough for us to reach the Last Bridge then we’ll use the cover of the night to pass Throllshaws” paused for a moment “its better if you try to get some sleep till noon. “
Reiven turned her looks up to the sky… towards the bright sun and nodded slowly. Maybe she thought, maybe sun will help to keep her from the darkness of her dreams.
