Mornovarion tossed in his bed and cried out. Every word seemed to be wrenched from his frail body. Every one. And each one embedded itself on Tinuiel's heart. He shuddered violently, and with his words, Tinuiel could see in her mind an orc butchering elves. She clenched her jaw. She could see it all. It was as if Mornovarion's words painted pictures in her mind as they were burned in. Tinuiel reached over and grabbed Mornovarion's hand tightly. And so the night passed, the two elves hand in hand, both dreaming the same terrible dreams, but one heart grew lighter, and one grew heavier as with a weight greater than that of all the world.
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Such lissom limbs no more shall run
on the green earth beneath the sun;
so fair a maid no more shall be
from dawn to dusk, from sun to sea.
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