MIRKWOOD RPG

[LúthienTinúviel]

In the tiny chamber Tinuiel kept her silent vigil beside the writhing elf. The sickle moon cat its fey beams on the two figures. Mornovarion struggled and cried out in his sleep, while Tinuiel sat beside him, eyes and ears fastened unwaveringly upon him. Her hands lay upon him, in an effort to calm his twisting frame, but her thoughts were far from the room. Her body sat with Mornovarion in the room in the elven hall, but in her mind, she was dragged alongside Mornovarion. She felt the orc slap her across the face as his hand crashed down on Mornovarion. She heard the same cries. She wailed the same wordless prayers to Elbereth and listened with him for the answer that never came.