Minyelaire

3rd Orithil of Laer, T.A 3018

((Music by Thao Nguyen Xanh. This piece is only used for private, non-profit purposes. No copyright intended.))

Low Hollin, Fourth Age 72

Corruption... is it truely that evil, or is it just misunderstood? I was always told that corruption was an evil thing, but is it really that tainted, or is it just an energy that is misused by the people who gain it?
I sighed as I remembered Minyelaírë's alarmed expression, seeing her look at my black eyes... "Black as the darkest depths..." She said, holding her sword in such a way that I might examine my reflection. She told me of what she thought about the misunderstandings of corruption, and I repented slightly.

**Please do not read if you are of a sensitive disposition, there's nothing too graphic here but violence is portrayed at some level and some might not like that.**

The smell of manure fills the air and nearby, the frantic neighing of a horse can be heard.
 
Vardarianna lays face down in hay. She groans, trying to move her arms but they are tied so that they are behind her back and her feet have also been bound.

Sorrow. Woe and Sorrow. I did not know how to respond once I heard the news that Vardarianna had been captured.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice carrying over the passages of Tâl Bruinen, I shook my head in anger, "B-but how?!"
Minyelaire did not respond, instead staring at me, intently yet...-
A sight which I was never prepared for took hold of my thoughts. In Horror and shock, I watched, as the proud Kinn-lai Huntress folded herself in defeat before me, sobbing hysterically, vulnerable, exposed, and defeated.

((This beautiful piece is from the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. I love that game myself, because I think it is simply beautiful and well thought out! Composed by Koji Kondo, Toru Minegishi, and Asuka Ohta. No Copyright intended, and I use this only for private non-profit purposes.))

Third Age 3021, Mithlond

Orithil, Laer, T.A. 3018

So as I scribble down my second page, I think of how Minyelaire's "success" had been nothing more but a mask of hurt and confusion, the first foot of our Journey to Harad already sullied by burden and sorrow.