Oitur safely made us reach to the house of Elrond. Such a blessed place I’ve been longing for. Even for a slight moment I believed all that happening was just a dream…
A dream… a simple wish…
Reivens’ looks pottered on Fui for a while, still with full of disbelief. Even though she left her behind in the safety of her home, under the protective care of The Blades she traced Reiven.
“My little fairy… “ Reiven voiced the words so low and let herself drifted into the hall of fire. Sweet wine, happy laughter, music, graceful elves… Reiven regretted following Fui as she feels almost lost amongst in her kin.
She tasted the bitterness of loneliness…
Wondered if she has been like them before…
Before she tainted…
A strong flow of desperation wrapped her…
Colors fade away with the images of Fui… Oitur… Volina…
As her hopes melted away Anglachelm found Reiven… The Tûr of Bar-en- Vanimar, the Tûr of Volinas’ house and his questioning gaze didn’t miss the dark sorrow that wrapping her. Although Reiven didn’t wish to speak of it he stood stubbornly and rest of her pleas had to disappear in the darkness of the night.
Anglachelm came with knowledge and friends…
With promises and hopes…
Lady Isilmewen who is the daughter of master scholar offered her hospitality and treatment.
Lord Anglachelm said he would send riders to search the woman who started this curse…
Yet his words kept echoing in her mind
I have seen something like this before back in the days of the Beleriand
I remember a man captured by the hands of the kings’ guard
Someone an easterling insignificant. But I remember his face well
Ugly beyond imagination and dark, a red tongue swirling inside an unsized head
whoever touched that one... could not stay in the eastern shores more than a year
They could not sleep...
They could not rest...
Elders thought, it was a curse of Morgoth yet not well known..
