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piosenniel · 09-04-2003, 03:37 AM

Gilwen roused up when her mother entered the room, a small cry of protest forming on her lips. Shhh! Let your brother rest, little one. Pio’s hand rubbed lightly on the baby’s back easing her back to sleep.

The light of a single candle burned on the nightstand by her bed as she entered her room. Mithadan had left a light for her. How like him to be so thoughtful. She regarded his sleeping form, his back turned to her, and wondered at the simple pleasure she took in the fact that he had thought of her comfort.

Turning away from him, she changed into a light gown for sleeping, and freed her hair from the confines of the band that held it back, running her fingers through it until it fell in long dark waves about her face and down her back. She fingered the drawing Cami had given her, looking at it one last time, then placed it carefully on the top of the chest of drawers.

‘What is that you’re looking at?’ The soft voice from behind surprised her. Mithadan had turned toward her, his head raised from the pillow and resting on his hand. He drew back the covers and motioned for her to come to bed. She came, bringing the drawing with her, and spread it on the pillow between them.

‘This is a drawing that Cami made for us.’ She recounted for him what had happened that night. How she had followed after Cami and Lórien and witnessed the passing away of Frodo and Bilbo. And how Cami had come to say good-bye beneath the mallorn tree, and all that had passed between them. ‘She is going away for the last time, Mithadan. As is Maura. Each to his own time and place. She is resigned to it. And it grieves me to see her so sad.’

A space of time passed as they spoke quietly to one another. Mithadan had spoken at length with Gamba and then with Maura, he told her, wishing them both farewell. Maura he had wished the same happiness for with Cami and their family, as he shared with Pio. Gamba he had given what hope he could, and reminded him that he would always hold a place in his heart and in his thoughts. There was nothing more they could do now. No course of action to change the situation. When their words had come to an end, Mithadan drew her closer to him. Placing the drawing on the table beside the bed, he blew out the now guttering candle.

They took what comfort they could in each other’s arms, warding off the coming of the day.

[ September 13, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

09-04-2003, 03:37 AM	#91
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Gilwen roused up when her mother entered the room, a small cry of protest forming on her lips. Shhh! Let your brother rest, little one. Pio’s hand rubbed lightly on the baby’s back easing her back to sleep. The light of a single candle burned on the nightstand by her bed as she entered her room. Mithadan had left a light for her. How like him to be so thoughtful. She regarded his sleeping form, his back turned to her, and wondered at the simple pleasure she took in the fact that he had thought of her comfort. Turning away from him, she changed into a light gown for sleeping, and freed her hair from the confines of the band that held it back, running her fingers through it until it fell in long dark waves about her face and down her back. She fingered the drawing Cami had given her, looking at it one last time, then placed it carefully on the top of the chest of drawers. ‘What is that you’re looking at?’ The soft voice from behind surprised her. Mithadan had turned toward her, his head raised from the pillow and resting on his hand. He drew back the covers and motioned for her to come to bed. She came, bringing the drawing with her, and spread it on the pillow between them. ‘This is a drawing that Cami made for us.’ She recounted for him what had happened that night. How she had followed after Cami and Lórien and witnessed the passing away of Frodo and Bilbo. And how Cami had come to say good-bye beneath the mallorn tree, and all that had passed between them. ‘She is going away for the last time, Mithadan. As is Maura. Each to his own time and place. She is resigned to it. And it grieves me to see her so sad.’ A space of time passed as they spoke quietly to one another. Mithadan had spoken at length with Gamba and then with Maura, he told her, wishing them both farewell. Maura he had wished the same happiness for with Cami and their family, as he shared with Pio. Gamba he had given what hope he could, and reminded him that he would always hold a place in his heart and in his thoughts. There was nothing more they could do now. No course of action to change the situation. When their words had come to an end, Mithadan drew her closer to him. Placing the drawing on the table beside the bed, he blew out the now guttering candle. They took what comfort they could in each other’s arms, warding off the coming of the day. [ September 13, 2003: 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.