[Feanor of the Peredhil]

She looked at him, tired eyes dully lit by the moon. The half-smile that had so often decorated her dark lips was lost to the night. She shivered against the events of the past days as much as against the cold.

"I will take it." she said finally. He carefully unclasped it, aching to comfort his friend. Without word, she took it, hand trembling as it brushed against his. She sank against the wall, cloak pulled tight around her, allowing her legs to fold beneath her. She closed her eyes, not waiting to see if Malris joined her. Soon she felt his warmth beside her, near but not touching. This silent acceptance of her decision comforted her more than words ever could. She allowed her consciousness to drip away like ice in the mid-day sun.

Some time later she spoke, voice echoing lightly.

"Where are we going?" Her eyes remained closed; her head rested gently against the wall. Her breath was slow, peaceful. "Malris, what happens next."