Tumnaooriel felt herself strangely drawn to the stern yet melancholy man who sat with his back to a tree.
She had been woken from her light sleep by his song which had haunted her dreams and she knew that she must see the face of the person whose song was so beautiful and so sad. Following the melody as if drawn by an invisible thread, she stumbled through the trees, leaving Ain asleep among the fallen leaves.
The silver moonlight fell on and through the bare branches of the trees and the sitting figure was dappled; speckled and splashed with silver. Apart from the movement of his lips, he sat still as a statue, the tear on his cheek glistening like a pearl. His appearance was so enchanting Tumnaooriel could not help but stop to listen, entranced. The song he sang was so mournful that her heart was moved and her deep sad eyes soon spilled salt water down her own cheeks. In the gloom her pale skin almost glowed, and her dark eyes were like the sky; immense and black, reflecting the myriad stars.
The song came to an end and the singer looked down twisting a plain golden ring between his fingers, the tears now flowing freely down his face. Seeing such pain on such a strong face, Tumnaooriel could not help but wish to comfort the man somehow and started forward from her place. His eyes attracted by the movement, the man's head turned towards her and he instantly started up, aghast, his eyes wide with disbelief, a sweat breaking on his brow.
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