Return of Absence

   It all went by so quickly. I've stumbled upon my old journal. The last I wrote in this was of Borimi and his return to Veinbolt's Company. It was meant to be restored to former glory. It never happened, he could not hold the company together.

Small particles of dust slowly floated down to the ground, only visible through the rays of soft light that broke through a small crevice. Elven tables stood, aged and worn with time, holding up modest boxes and texts while rubble crowded the floor and a thin layer of dirt covered every surface within its walls.

Faorie takes the first steps into a hidden cave, known to the Elves of Imladris.

Canopies covering the roads of Caras Galadhon rustled gently against the rolling winds. The twilight skies brought a mystical glow throughout the city as it always had and the citizens roamed about at their own interests, passing back and forth from the swan fountain where Faorie often played.

Thendryt was alive.

How?

Faorie sits alone in her home.

“Faorie?”

Should I read it? It doesn't belong to me... it was his.

“Are you home?”

I had wanted to ask of it personally, but that option has been long lost. He's..

“The door was open.”

Strange winds had been blowing down into Imladris...

They're stronger. They're colder...

The search for Thendryt finds its end.

Faorie had returned to Imladris on a heavily clouded morning.