introspection

Cirvalad stood atop the small rocky outcrop that overlooked the small pool and soft waterfall by which the small band had made its camp in the shade of Amon Sul. He was as still as the old watchtower and his sharp eyes studied carefully for a league all around the hills and road. His ears listened to the rustle of badgers and foxes about their nightly business, and they would prove good warning of all but another elf’s approach.

Carniquessë stood in a darkened corner at the end of the farthest wall in the throne room, near the great carved wooden doors left slightly ajar so guards could come and go at the end (or start) of their shift. Her company was supposed to be off duty as for the occasion they were given leave to return to Nargothrond from the plains and attend Princess Finduilas’ begetting day ceremony. Luckily for her comrades, who all seemed to enjoy themselves scattered here and there in the crowd, unluckily for her.

It seems a lot has transpired since I last made an entry. This is probably going to be quite a long one, but where do I even begin?

She was walking home alone, the stars her only companion. How was she supposed to go? It did not feel right, to go back without him. Who was she if she just let him go like that? Was she not abandoning him, if she let go so easily? She had him close to her heart and it did not feel quite right to let him face the grief all alone.