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Durelin · 08-25-2005, 06:42 AM

Sairien was beginning to feel that she was not the only one lost, and it did not comfort her as she expected it would, to not find herself alone; it frightened her even more. How could everyone be so naïve? She knew it was not their fault any more than it was hers, and she felt slighted that Celebrimbor and his mighty court only allowed whispers and rumours of war to drift to the ears of Ost-in-Edhil’s citizens.

“What do I think? I think we will not have time to think before our enemy is upon us,” she said, feeling all her fear crashing down and flowing through her words like the water in the river before her. She turned away from Cainenyo, shaking her head. “I am sorry...”

“Do not worry...” the elf cut her off, “any more than you already do, any more than we all do.”

Sairien thanked him. He understood: he had a wife, and most likely at least one child. A child... Sairien felt tears form in pools at the bottom of her eyes, and he vision blurred. She tried so hard to hold them back, but she was forced to blink, and a couple tears ran down her face. Cainenyo pretended not to take notice, knowing that it would only make it worse if he was too consoling. If only he knew why she really cried. It was not because of the anticipated war. It took her only a moment to compose herself.

“I think Ost-in-Edhil is a grand city,” Cainenyo began again, breaking the silence, “and I think she can withstand any attack from a rabble of orcs.”

Sairien heard his words as hollow. She was not sure if he meant them, if he truly believed that the city was safe, but either way, she could never believe them. She had seen her husband return home looking ragged, as if the war had already started and he were returning from the front lines. She had even heard him talk in his sleep of war, of death, of fear... Those late nights when she was kept up by thoughts and bad dreams left her helpless.

“I think we both know that there are more signs that point to more than just a rabble of orcs,” Sairien said after another long pause. “And I think we both know the name that hangs on the edge of all of our tongues, but slips off it as soon as it is about to be spoken...”

Cainenyo only looked at her. Sairien met his gaze for a moment, then turned back to watch the sunlight flit upon the water. Somewhere between them, one name floated unspoken amidst all their fear: Sauron.

08-25-2005, 06:42 AM	#97
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Sairien was beginning to feel that she was not the only one lost, and it did not comfort her as she expected it would, to not find herself alone; it frightened her even more. How could everyone be so naïve? She knew it was not their fault any more than it was hers, and she felt slighted that Celebrimbor and his mighty court only allowed whispers and rumours of war to drift to the ears of Ost-in-Edhil’s citizens. “What do I think? I think we will not have time to think before our enemy is upon us,” she said, feeling all her fear crashing down and flowing through her words like the water in the river before her. She turned away from Cainenyo, shaking her head. “I am sorry...” “Do not worry...” the elf cut her off, “any more than you already do, any more than we all do.” Sairien thanked him. He understood: he had a wife, and most likely at least one child. A child... Sairien felt tears form in pools at the bottom of her eyes, and he vision blurred. She tried so hard to hold them back, but she was forced to blink, and a couple tears ran down her face. Cainenyo pretended not to take notice, knowing that it would only make it worse if he was too consoling. If only he knew why she really cried. It was not because of the anticipated war. It took her only a moment to compose herself. “I think Ost-in-Edhil is a grand city,” Cainenyo began again, breaking the silence, “and I think she can withstand any attack from a rabble of orcs.” Sairien heard his words as hollow. She was not sure if he meant them, if he truly believed that the city was safe, but either way, she could never believe them. She had seen her husband return home looking ragged, as if the war had already started and he were returning from the front lines. She had even heard him talk in his sleep of war, of death, of fear... Those late nights when she was kept up by thoughts and bad dreams left her helpless. “I think we both know that there are more signs that point to more than just a rabble of orcs,” Sairien said after another long pause. “And I think we both know the name that hangs on the edge of all of our tongues, but slips off it as soon as it is about to be spoken...” Cainenyo only looked at her. Sairien met his gaze for a moment, then turned back to watch the sunlight flit upon the water. Somewhere between them, one name floated unspoken amidst all their fear: Sauron. Last edited by Durelin; 08-25-2005 at 04:03 PM.