Durelin chuckled, "Brothers and sisters are hard work to keep up with. I came here with a similar goal, my searching ended only moments ago, but my journey is different than yours..." The elf again looked haunted with the guilt and heavy sorrow radiating from him, but he shook himself out of it.
"My sister," he swallowed his words, he was having trouble speaking. He tried several times more opening his mouth but no words came out.
"I'm sorry..." began Galadh.
"No, no, I am," replied Durelin suddenly finding his voice. "My sister fell onto a dark path, there was no bringing her back, she only wanted power and death...but now she has met her end."
For a moment Galadh thought she saw a look of triumph on his face, that of after a victory gained with the losses of many.
"Well, enough of that dark talk. I must tell of Lorien, my home. It is the most beautiful place, full of all that is green and good. The golden leaves of the mallorn scattered on the ground like a golden dust sprinkled in the lush grasses. The fair young maidens dance in the trees' shade as flowers spring up at their feet, gathering them to put in their hair. And all the lads with their bows each trying to kill a rabbit on the run in sight of the girl he favors. Laughing at the others mistakes only to do the same. Ah, but it was fun to watch them, and remember when I did as them. But that was long ago, and there are no more children. For the elf’s time is over, so they say. Yes, my people are leaving these shores. But I stay, and my friends say I am stubborn. I have not lived all of my time yet on this Middle Earth, and there are many new things I have yet to discover. Like about Gondor, I have long thought of traveling there. Ah, I hear such wonderful tales of the White City. Have you seen it? Even if not, I would love to hear of your home."
[ February 11, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]
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