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Annunfuiniel · 06-05-2003, 01:58 PM

Pale dawn came after mournful night. The sun knew the hearts of the company and rose in the east burning red amid the grey mists - as if shrouded in a veil of grief. Dew drops dripped from the leaves like tears of the earth.

Gráin lay on his back, eyes wide open; he had not closed them all night. Slowly he turned his head to his brother's still figure beside him.

"Vráin?" he whispered softly and placed his hand on Vráin's shoulder. There was no answer but a faint shiver went through the curled up body. Gráin spoke no more for there were no words to ease the pain. He tightened his hold of his brother's shoulder and his heart was heavy with sorrow; that of his own and that of his brother's.

Soon Nalin came to them, head bowed. "Gráin," he said with a thick voice "we have a dark work to do." Gráin tottered up and Vráin moved to follow him, still not turning his face to the others.

Gráin watched silently as Vráin headed towards the bier on which Merenwen lay, fair but cold. Farin sat there on his knees, shading his face with his hands. Vráin walked to him and kneeled beside him. His brow touched Farin's temple.

"Come now, my friend. We shall grieve while we work for her body needs a place to rest." Vráin spoke gently. Farin dried his eyes and gazed at Vráin. "Let's make that a place worthy of her." came his quiet but determined answer.

Vráin and Farin walked over to Elentari. She asked them to do only what they had planned to do anyway. They nodded to her and went off to start the task that they knew only too well. The Dwarves didn't have proper tools but at that point they would have dug through grey rock with their bare hands to get the work done. The ground on the south verge of the glade was soft but dry and there they began to burrow. Nalin joined them and with small shovels and thick staffs they soon managed to dig a shallow but decent hollow. Then, with Rowan and Ewinda, they started to gather the rocks needed to cover the tomb. The Elves came to them and started to prepare the grave for the one of their kin, singing laments in their fair tongue while they worked.

*************

Gráin had not joined the others in the making of the burrow. He had seen Alcyávëiel standing near a large rock, watching the sunrise in her thoughts, and something had drawn him to her. The elf seemed like she had expected him to come. Her words were full of grief but not without hope and a ray of comfort flowed to the dwarf's heart. But yet the sorrow prevailed.

[ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ]

06-05-2003, 01:58 PM	#62
Annunfuiniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Something close like Shire Posts: 769	Pale dawn came after mournful night. The sun knew the hearts of the company and rose in the east burning red amid the grey mists - as if shrouded in a veil of grief. Dew drops dripped from the leaves like tears of the earth. Gráin lay on his back, eyes wide open; he had not closed them all night. Slowly he turned his head to his brother's still figure beside him. "Vráin?" he whispered softly and placed his hand on Vráin's shoulder. There was no answer but a faint shiver went through the curled up body. Gráin spoke no more for there were no words to ease the pain. He tightened his hold of his brother's shoulder and his heart was heavy with sorrow; that of his own and that of his brother's. Soon Nalin came to them, head bowed. "Gráin," he said with a thick voice "we have a dark work to do." Gráin tottered up and Vráin moved to follow him, still not turning his face to the others. Gráin watched silently as Vráin headed towards the bier on which Merenwen lay, fair but cold. Farin sat there on his knees, shading his face with his hands. Vráin walked to him and kneeled beside him. His brow touched Farin's temple. "Come now, my friend. We shall grieve while we work for her body needs a place to rest." Vráin spoke gently. Farin dried his eyes and gazed at Vráin. "Let's make that a place worthy of her." came his quiet but determined answer. Vráin and Farin walked over to Elentari. She asked them to do only what they had planned to do anyway. They nodded to her and went off to start the task that they knew only too well. The Dwarves didn't have proper tools but at that point they would have dug through grey rock with their bare hands to get the work done. The ground on the south verge of the glade was soft but dry and there they began to burrow. Nalin joined them and with small shovels and thick staffs they soon managed to dig a shallow but decent hollow. Then, with Rowan and Ewinda, they started to gather the rocks needed to cover the tomb. The Elves came to them and started to prepare the grave for the one of their kin, singing laments in their fair tongue while they worked. ************* Gráin had not joined the others in the making of the burrow. He had seen Alcyávëiel standing near a large rock, watching the sunrise in her thoughts, and something had drawn him to her. The elf seemed like she had expected him to come. Her words were full of grief but not without hope and a ray of comfort flowed to the dwarf's heart. But yet the sorrow prevailed. [ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ] __________________ Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.