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Nilpaurion Felagund · 07-16-2005, 09:15 AM

From the shade of a shivering tree Bethiril watched Erenor and Faerim converse. The falling snow, stirred hither and thither by the wintry winds, muffled the sound, yet her ears still heard every word spoken; and, despite the thickening curtain of white that veiled her eyes, she caught a glint of blue as Erenor bestowed her necklace upon the young lad. Shortly after that, she left Faerim, and Bethiril left her place to follow her.

"You must have liked that mortal child much to have given him what you treasure," Bethiril said, laughing gently, as she was moved by the mirth she felt.

"You had been listening to us?"

"Forgive me if I had done wrong in that. I wished for you company this night, but I could not interrupt while you spoke to Faerim."

"All is well," Erenor said. "Where have you been? I haven't seen much of you since we left Ered Luin."

"I was some place else . . ." she answered, her voice trailing off. Her right hand wandered to her ring, and immediately, Erenor felt the unease in her colleague.

"Is aught amiss?"

"Erenor," she said in a voice of one who despaired of life, "This ring, the symbol of my service to Lord Elrond, has been my life. It has been my sole burden. Because of it, I have no heir myself.

"Yet, the more I know you, the more I realise that I am no longer of use in Middle-earth. I have been too deeply scarred by the evils of Morgoth, and I have refused to let the wounds heal. You understand the Hildor better. You do not fear to take a life, or to give your ife, if you are called upon to do so. You would do better in my place." At this, she took the ring off her finger, and presented it to Erenor.

"Take it," Bethiril urged her.

Neither spoke for a long time. The wind stilled. The only sound left was the soft crunching of the snow beneath their feet. Reluctantly, Erenor took the ring from her.

"When we reach the Havens, will you leave Middle-earth?" Erenor managed to ask.

Bethiril laughed softly as foresight came upon her. "I shall not wander out of sight of the shores of Endórë until another ring, one of greater worth than mine, has been saved from loss."

At this, she took another path, one that led deeper into the bare forest, leaving Erenor with a ring and a riddle.

07-16-2005, 09:15 AM	#177
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	Bethiril From the shade of a shivering tree Bethiril watched Erenor and Faerim converse. The falling snow, stirred hither and thither by the wintry winds, muffled the sound, yet her ears still heard every word spoken; and, despite the thickening curtain of white that veiled her eyes, she caught a glint of blue as Erenor bestowed her necklace upon the young lad. Shortly after that, she left Faerim, and Bethiril left her place to follow her. "You must have liked that mortal child much to have given him what you treasure," Bethiril said, laughing gently, as she was moved by the mirth she felt. "You had been listening to us?" "Forgive me if I had done wrong in that. I wished for you company this night, but I could not interrupt while you spoke to Faerim." "All is well," Erenor said. "Where have you been? I haven't seen much of you since we left Ered Luin." "I was some place else . . ." she answered, her voice trailing off. Her right hand wandered to her ring, and immediately, Erenor felt the unease in her colleague. "Is aught amiss?" "Erenor," she said in a voice of one who despaired of life, "This ring, the symbol of my service to Lord Elrond, has been my life. It has been my sole burden. Because of it, I have no heir myself. "Yet, the more I know you, the more I realise that I am no longer of use in Middle-earth. I have been too deeply scarred by the evils of Morgoth, and I have refused to let the wounds heal. You understand the Hildor better. You do not fear to take a life, or to give your ife, if you are called upon to do so. You would do better in my place." At this, she took the ring off her finger, and presented it to Erenor. "Take it," Bethiril urged her. Neither spoke for a long time. The wind stilled. The only sound left was the soft crunching of the snow beneath their feet. Reluctantly, Erenor took the ring from her. "When we reach the Havens, will you leave Middle-earth?" Erenor managed to ask. Bethiril laughed softly as foresight came upon her. "I shall not wander out of sight of the shores of Endórë until another ring, one of greater worth than mine, has been saved from loss." At this, she took another path, one that led deeper into the bare forest, leaving Erenor with a ring and a riddle. Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 07-18-2005 at 09:38 PM.