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piosenniel · 09-05-2002, 03:23 PM

'You don't know what you ask, Mithadan.' came the quiet, breaking voice of the elf. 'You tear me in two. And I cannot think how I might answer you.'

She sighed, and gently traced the contour of his cheek from eye to jaw with the tips of her fingers. I only meant to see you all safely through this last task, and then be gone again, unknown, leaving no sorrow behind at my going, but only the joy of a thing well done.

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned from him and leaned against the railing. They spilled unheeded down her cheeks, to mingle in the waves. She trembled though the night was still and no breeze troubled the waters.

She bade him leave her for a while, that she might think. He placed his cloak about her shoulders to keep her from the cold and went below. Pulling it close about her, she walked aft and sat cross-legged on the bow.

A familiar presence touched her mind gently.What will you do now, Elf?

I do not know. Mithadan has slain Tulë. And the Pio they grieve for has spent a lifetime now in Valinor and is changed. Who will answer his request?

She gazed out over the sea, and saw bright Eärendil hanging low above the western horizon.

The dragon crept closer and placed her head on Pio's leg. Looking up, she followed the line of the elf's gaze.There is longing in your heart now for the West.

Yes, it pulls me strongly now. I cannot deny that.

Yet, here you are, on this ship, at this time, in the midst of those who love you.

Yes, here I am, indeed. She pulled the wyrm onto her lap and settled her in.

Hush now, Old One! she crooned, rubbing the top of the dragon's skull in a gentle rhythm. I need to think, and clearly.

[ September 06, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

09-05-2002, 03:23 PM	#700
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	'You don't know what you ask, Mithadan.' came the quiet, breaking voice of the elf. 'You tear me in two. And I cannot think how I might answer you.' She sighed, and gently traced the contour of his cheek from eye to jaw with the tips of her fingers. I only meant to see you all safely through this last task, and then be gone again, unknown, leaving no sorrow behind at my going, but only the joy of a thing well done. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned from him and leaned against the railing. They spilled unheeded down her cheeks, to mingle in the waves. She trembled though the night was still and no breeze troubled the waters. She bade him leave her for a while, that she might think. He placed his cloak about her shoulders to keep her from the cold and went below. Pulling it close about her, she walked aft and sat cross-legged on the bow. A familiar presence touched her mind gently.What will you do now, Elf? I do not know. Mithadan has slain Tulë. And the Pio they grieve for has spent a lifetime now in Valinor and is changed. Who will answer his request? She gazed out over the sea, and saw bright Eärendil hanging low above the western horizon. The dragon crept closer and placed her head on Pio's leg. Looking up, she followed the line of the elf's gaze.There is longing in your heart now for the West. Yes, it pulls me strongly now. I cannot deny that. Yet, here you are, on this ship, at this time, in the midst of those who love you. Yes, here I am, indeed. She pulled the wyrm onto her lap and settled her in. Hush now, Old One! she crooned, rubbing the top of the dragon's skull in a gentle rhythm. I need to think, and clearly. [ September 06, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.