He once stood upon a wall of marble white. Mountain peaks bordered his world, and by his side was ever his loyal sister.
“We'll stay together always, right, Mallossel?”
“As it may, Amathlan, for we know not how fate will turn.”
A glimmer of a frown crossed his face, but he brushed it off. Words of fancy, those were. Fate was certain. They were siblings, friends. There was no reason to imagine it would end any other way than with them at each other's side.
Mountain peaks once again bordered his world. His life stretched out over a lake in the midst of ruins of Men; Far across the world was his sister in Lorien, loyal to her oaths. He felt a shadow over his soul.
We should have been together always, Mallossel. But I did not expect fate to turn like this.
A darkness weighed upon him, one he could not dismiss so easily. There was no room now for words of ingenuity. Fate, as it turned out, was quite uncertain. Soldiers first, and siblings second. Friendship was put aside. They had been sundered and split, and likely would fall no other way than apart.
But fate is ever uncertain in how it unfolds.
