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piosenniel · 12-31-2002, 04:05 PM

Pio saw the masked horror reflected in Rie's eyes. She said nothing to the young woman, but smiled gently at her as she gave her directions to her room. 'Shadow creeps even into the bravest of hearts,' she murmured to herself. 'though it will not hold her in thrall long, I think.'

Later that night, as she stopped to check on the wounded Man, she listened in at Rie's door, hearing her pace restlessly. Pio went down to the darkened kitchen and mixed a posset for the young woman - honey and milk and spiced wine, heated gently.

She carried it upstairs and knocked on Rie's door. 'Who is it?' came the muffled challenge through the door. 'It is Pio. I've come with something to help you sleep.'

Rie opened the door, inviting the Elf in. She took the proffered drink, breathing in the sweet, heavy vapors that enticed her nose. 'My mother made that sometimes for me, when I was restless and feared the dreams that would come if I shut my eyes.'

She watched as the young woman sipped at the drink. The room was close, the air stale. Pio stepped to the small window that faced on the west and threw it open, motioning for rie to stand near her.

'Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. A time for the possibilities of new beginnings.' She pointed to a bright star which hinge above the rim of the world and threw its brilliance into the dark sky. 'Look! Bright Eärendil stands there in the West.' Words of old came from her, taking flight against the shadows in the room.

'Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that comes at unawares, the longed for that comes beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!'

[ December 31, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

12-31-2002, 04:05 PM	#34
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Pio saw the masked horror reflected in Rie's eyes. She said nothing to the young woman, but smiled gently at her as she gave her directions to her room. 'Shadow creeps even into the bravest of hearts,' she murmured to herself. 'though it will not hold her in thrall long, I think.' Later that night, as she stopped to check on the wounded Man, she listened in at Rie's door, hearing her pace restlessly. Pio went down to the darkened kitchen and mixed a posset for the young woman - honey and milk and spiced wine, heated gently. She carried it upstairs and knocked on Rie's door. 'Who is it?' came the muffled challenge through the door. 'It is Pio. I've come with something to help you sleep.' Rie opened the door, inviting the Elf in. She took the proffered drink, breathing in the sweet, heavy vapors that enticed her nose. 'My mother made that sometimes for me, when I was restless and feared the dreams that would come if I shut my eyes.' She watched as the young woman sipped at the drink. The room was close, the air stale. Pio stepped to the small window that faced on the west and threw it open, motioning for rie to stand near her. 'Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. A time for the possibilities of new beginnings.' She pointed to a bright star which hinge above the rim of the world and threw its brilliance into the dark sky. 'Look! Bright Eärendil stands there in the West.' Words of old came from her, taking flight against the shadows in the room. 'Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that comes at unawares, the longed for that comes beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!' [ December 31, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.