[Morai]

Harlon lost count of how long he had floated on the waves. The voices kept sounding, their words not audible. He didn't mind, it was a nice change, from all the pain. This colorless ocean gave him peace, but it wasn't enough. A longing came from within Harlon. Struggling to escape, he found himself sinking. His head below the surf, Harlon gurgled water.

Suddenly he found himself dry. Harlon opened his eyes. Instead of being surrounded by water, it was Harlon's companions. He was back Lorien. Nuhrive, Feadhros, Jemel, Nura, even Galadriel herself were there. Sultir was standing in the far corner. Relief were in their eyes.

Standing up, Harlon painfully remembered his injury. Then the fool glanced down at his broken arm, and found it in a sling.

"It will heal in time." The silence broken by The Lady herself.
"What happened after this fool injured himself?" Harlon said quizically.

Each of them related the events, including Telegar's death. Within a few weeks Harlon's injuries healed. Imeadiately Galadriel's fool went about his silly business. For the rest of time, Harlon Nowane was known as the Jester who could make anyone smile.

[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Morai ]