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Saelind · 04-01-2005, 12:15 PM

Neviel waited in silence, watching the rainy night give way to a clear morning. From his window, he saw the clouds disappear and the darkly shadowed sky slowly change to a bright bluish hue as the first rays of sunshine spilled over the hills. The land was green, fair and well formed: not the wild forest vistas he loved so much but a softer landscape shaped and tended by loving hands.

Despite the comfortable room and the cool breeze that blew through the open window, Thalion had not slept. There was too much weighing on his mind. Should he stay or leave? He had no clear answers. The boy should be with his mother, and surely she had left the Halls of Mandos and now awaited them on the shores of Aman. Still, he hesitated. She had been so insistent on that final night, so certain that if anything came between them that the other should remain in Middle-earth for a considerable spell. Let the boy have his time on Arda. Let him grow up there and understand the ways of Men, or he will regret it all the days of his life. For somehow, at the end, the fates of our two races will be bound together. Meanwhile, we two have eternity over the sea. There is no great rush to get there.

He had agreed with her, but it was not meant to turn out this way. It was he who was marching off to Dol Guldur, with the threat of injury or death hanging over his head. His wife would remain safely behind with their son. That was what was supposed to happen. Only this time "supposed to " never came about. Even before he could answer the summons of Galadriel and Celeborn and join the others in their fight against Sauron, Anoriel had met an early death at the hands of a band of roving orcs. Left alone with the boy, prostrate with grief, he was unable to rouse and join the battle.

Thalion walked over to Neviel's bed. The boy was sleeping, his head resting lightly on the the pillow as his chest rhythmically rose and fell. Thalion put his hand on Neviel's shoulder and gently squeezed, but the lad only burrowed deeper in the covers. He decided not to wake his son and gave up his earlier resolve to get an early start. He still wanted to speak with Cook and find out what had happened to Piosenniel.

Suddenly, he felt immensely tired. He slipped back under the blanket and instantly fell asleep.

04-01-2005, 12:15 PM	#1675
Saelind Pile O'Bones Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 14	Neviel waited in silence, watching the rainy night give way to a clear morning. From his window, he saw the clouds disappear and the darkly shadowed sky slowly change to a bright bluish hue as the first rays of sunshine spilled over the hills. The land was green, fair and well formed: not the wild forest vistas he loved so much but a softer landscape shaped and tended by loving hands. Despite the comfortable room and the cool breeze that blew through the open window, Thalion had not slept. There was too much weighing on his mind. Should he stay or leave? He had no clear answers. The boy should be with his mother, and surely she had left the Halls of Mandos and now awaited them on the shores of Aman. Still, he hesitated. She had been so insistent on that final night, so certain that if anything came between them that the other should remain in Middle-earth for a considerable spell. Let the boy have his time on Arda. Let him grow up there and understand the ways of Men, or he will regret it all the days of his life. For somehow, at the end, the fates of our two races will be bound together. Meanwhile, we two have eternity over the sea. There is no great rush to get there. He had agreed with her, but it was not meant to turn out this way. It was he who was marching off to Dol Guldur, with the threat of injury or death hanging over his head. His wife would remain safely behind with their son. That was what was supposed to happen. Only this time "supposed to " never came about. Even before he could answer the summons of Galadriel and Celeborn and join the others in their fight against Sauron, Anoriel had met an early death at the hands of a band of roving orcs. Left alone with the boy, prostrate with grief, he was unable to rouse and join the battle. Thalion walked over to Neviel's bed. The boy was sleeping, his head resting lightly on the the pillow as his chest rhythmically rose and fell. Thalion put his hand on Neviel's shoulder and gently squeezed, but the lad only burrowed deeper in the covers. He decided not to wake his son and gave up his earlier resolve to get an early start. He still wanted to speak with Cook and find out what had happened to Piosenniel. Suddenly, he felt immensely tired. He slipped back under the blanket and instantly fell asleep. Last edited by Saelind; 04-01-2005 at 12:44 PM.