"Rey!" Taurėwen whispered, genuine concern lacing her voice as she reached across the table, But as she gently touched his raised hand, he pulled away, but she caught his bloodshot eyes. "What has happened to you?" she whispered sadly drawing her hand away and rummaging in her herb satchel for something that would relieve his headache. She produced a dark coloured root and snapped it in half and offered it to Reynion, telling him to put it beneath his nose and inhale deeply, "It should work quickly" she continued seeing his hesitation. he nodded grimly and did as she asked.
Tall and proud stand Silver Beeches,
Green are the crowns of the majestic oak.
The streams run clear singing their song
to the Golden glades, warm and safe,
were elven song again is heard and light feet tread forgotten paths.
A! Eryn Lasgalen!
In the south dwells Celeborn,
East Lorien now he calls his home.
The Northern Realm yet remains, its Doors again opened wide.
Between the mountains and the narrows do the Beornings dwell.
And with their coming the animals return, The skittish Doe, The majestic Stag and even a mighty bear or two.
The Woodmen too survived the darkness and join the Beornings under the eaves.
All that was dark is now made fair, by the labours of the elves.
A! Eryn Lasgalen!
Once again the Elven Wine flows free and the bards sing their songs to Greenwood the great.
Who in the Shadow of Darkness stood never defeated!
And in this new age she shines again the fairest wood in all the land.
A! Eryn Lasgalen!
Taurėwen softly sang this verse of a very long song in the hopes that it would ease her friends heart to learn of the cleansing of their woodland home, she would not sing what went before, for it ached her to much to sing of their loss and the verse that followed was her own and not yet complete.
Her face shone as she sang, it had been long since Taurėwen Taur'ohtar had raised her voice in song, long since she could find words to express anything but sorrow and pain. Slow was the healing of the Great wood, but Taurėwen kept promises long ago made and worked restlessly in it's aid. But with the Greenwood now cleansed she found that something was still missing, she felt incomplete and she had done for some time. After the war she was courted often by the young Bowyers assistant, Orodhrin. But although she had harboured feeling for him before... the mi.... her heart always strayed to another, who had long ago left. one who could not bring himself to look at her without being reminded of all that they had lost.
On the Celebration of the cleansing and the renaming of the Greenwood, Orodhrin had found her in the woods, far from home weeping under a great oak, the glade was the fairest he had ever seen a small silver stream ran through it and pale white flowers carpeted the floor and even the trees seemed to lament her tears. "Taurėwen, why do you weep when all is healed?"
he had asked her, "Not all" was the answer she gave looking at a golden spot close to the stream. "It was here!" he had whispered "Here, that the one named Reynion lost his leg".
"Yes, it was here that I took his pride from him and here also a part of me was lost and never again found in all my labours." she had replied with tear strewn eyes. "You love him," Orodhin had said lifting her head gently in his hands, she had not answered but he saw it clearly and it ached his heart, "Then you must go to him," he had told her and with one last embrace and a soft kiss to her forehead he left bidding her a fond farewell.
So it was that she searched for the one that could make her complete, only to find him in the most unlikeliest of places, The Green Dragon Inn. And now that he was before her she knew not what to say.
[ August 29, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]
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