Inside of me I can feel only cold… Not because of the freezing waters flowing around my legs of the stream but the shadows casted around me…
I can feel the burning on my wrist once where the mark was. It’s not burning with fire but ice this time…
I can hear the call of long lost souls more than I hear living…
Teremonth… My love... I am seeing his smile… feeling his warm embrace… I know how hard he is trying to stay by my side yet I know he is just slipping away from my fingers… He is a lonely flame against the walls of ice casted by shadows. The shadows of mine…
Reiven walked up to the stream with a sword, the sword of the black swan, in her hand. Once was lost but now found in the cold waters of the falls in Imladris. Started walking up to the hill ignoring the wandering gazes upon her and continued walking till she reaches the secret entrance of the cave. Her fingers touched the rough surface of the rock with recognition, walked inside while her long skirt sweeps the dust of years with every single step.
“Dust covers everything but not the blood stain on the floor” she thought, placing the sword where Daelith took his own life.
“It was yours..” Reiven spoke into the darkness of the cave. “I found it and returning…” her voice fall into a whisper “Now let me be…”
The wind of nowhere whispered in her ear “Take it…”
Reiven shook her head “No…”
“Carry my sword to the west… with you…”
“I am not… going to west… “ she elf argued weakly.. “I am not…”
“not yet…” the voice completed her sentence.. “But you will… when you done saying your farewells… you will…” and left Reiven in the silence of darkness with the only glow of his sword..
