Elwë helped the others move the huge barrels, it was a hard job, the barrels wouldn’t budge and they needed three or four elves just to lift one barrel but Elwë’s mind and heart was too heavy, too sad to put all his effort into helping or even worrying about the barrels. He did know he had to move on but Andtuariel meant everything to him, he loved her a lot even though he didn’t admit it. He wouldn’t even dare to think what the Corsairs were doing to her, if he did think of it, horrifying images came to his head… even worse was the thought that she may not even be alive.
He thought back to the evening when everything was perfect; the moon shone brightly in Andtuariel’s cabin and she looked lovely herself. It was the perfect evening Andtuariel had kissed him… He now regretted not telling her that he loved her, he regretted not hugging her and he especially regretted shouting at her all the time. Tears filled up in his eyes as he slowly rolled the next barrel.
Last edited by piosenniel; 11-10-2004 at 03:24 PM.
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