Daelith

Back to Falathlorn, after visiting Lindon, I watch a moonless sky where the clouds hide part of the stars drawing a changing sky map..

I need to tell Reiven of my latest findings regarding Daelith’s sword. What Themodir told me about it’s history. The days spent away, with Cirdamir and his friends, helped me elutriate frustration and disappointment from what I feel true in his words.

Cirdamir reminded me a legend I read as a child. The story of Gurthang. So many similarities.. but is this an age for such powerful artefacts to manifest their good or evil power? Would the sword of a random Noldor soldier possess such spell? I was wandering Duillond when I saw Reiven again. Likely or not if Cirdamir saw such similarities I should warn her.

While the sword was catching the light of the day, resting now on the closed lid of the chest Reiven reminded me the day the Sword was lost, as I could forget it myself. Years ago, she was overwhelmed and tormented by something evil that struggled to control her. She had seek wisdom and help in Rivendell but no one yet gave her an answer. And one day, a elf she recognized from dark dreams attacked her on sight. Was the strength and fast reaction of Veryacano that saved her, for he disarmed the attacker and threw the weapon in the Falls of Imladris.

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…

“I have found you…”

Reiven stood still before the falls of Imladris, feeling the refreshing touch of its spray on her skin. For the first time her heart calm and mind was silent. To her It was more like awakening from a dream which she has been captive for a long time. Her memories for the past couple of weeks were misty that she could only remember the darkness and strong pain. 

A sword sparkled coldly under the bright light of the moon while leaving its sheath… Nothing moved other than the soft wind blowing around them. Reiven watched the hooded he elf shouting behind her blurred vision. 

It is weeks since I did not have the time to write. Tonight it is the first of many to sleep in a clean bed, to have my hair washed and a loose robe instead of the same armor worn each day for so long, even sleeping. I will take the time to write as my thoughts chase away sleep in any case.