The party pitched camp so Bordarigorn could rest, and regain energy for the crucial attack that was fast approaching. Bordarigorn lay down to sleep. Mearalagos took guard duty, and the others made use of the pause in journeying, doing what they wished. Erdaminéon left the group and walked a little way away, still in sight of the camp. There he sat, watching the rippling water of the river flowing past. The air was still and tense, nothing seemed to move. The stars looked down on him, from as vast, lonely field of darkness. A strange awareness came to him that he was not the only one watching those stars that night. And he feld they were trying to tell him something, if only they could. Suddenly, out of nothingness, a song sprung to his head, one of the like he had used to sing to the trees in Lothlorién. A smile spread across his face, and his clear, quiet voice rose on the still air in song.
“Nothing eyes have shown to me,
Nor sights within the mind,
Are fair as the golden mallorn trees,
Grown by the elven kind.
Long have I lain beneath those boughs,
And there my songs are heard,
For there the beauty does allow
My mind give spring to words.
And still I wish for time to spend,
At peace in the golden woods,
I’ll journey far just to defend
The lands I know are good.”
As the song ended, silence overtook the air again, and Erdaminéon sighed. He was far from the woods now, and it was no good wishing for them. He was not sure he would ever return at all, and there was much at hand that needed his full attention. Something was disturbing the peace of his mind, and he could not clearly see the misty figures on the horizon of his thoughts. He settled down to enjoy the peace while it lasted, knowing this might be his last rest before the big battle. But he also knew that there would be danger at hand before the battle, but of what kind he could not tell. But now was a time for rest. Mearalagos could watch as well as any. They were all safe.
[ February 17, 2003: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]
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