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Icy Farewell
She stood beside a grave, little more than a cairn in an icy wasteland. Sobs racked her body and she drew her cloak tighter.
Someone placed a hand on her shoulder. “We must keep moving.”
She nodded, swallowing. “Give me one moment more, I pray thee.”
The Elf moved away, rejoining the others in the slowly dwindling camp.
Envandiel knelt before her brother’s grave, resting one hand on the stones. “I swear to thee, Tarannon, my brother, I shall not rest or return to the lands we have left until I have seen this new world. I shall make the journeys you never shall, see the forests you would have loved, and one day, I swear by the Valar, I shall return and tell you of all I have seen.”
She rose and stood for a moment more, tears turning to ice at her feet. Then she set her face forward again.
