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Old 04-09-2006, 08:35 PM   #205
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Marenil sat awake in his room, reading and rereading the letter Lin had finally gotten to him after dinner, with tears in his eyes. His Enna, his dearest joy, his partner over so many years, so many trials and triumphs...and in her final sickness he had not been there, had not been with her. Enna...

He leaned back in his chair, memories running through his mind. Enna as he'd first saw her, the farmer's daughter swathed in dark hair, silhouetted against the sunrise. Introducing her with pride to his Lord, when he'd still been a young man working as a jack-of-all-trades. Farlen (the present Lord's father, still a young man back then) had given all his men a house when they wed, but, thrilled with the young bride's wit and will, had deeded the house to her. The threats she made to kick him out of it when they argued. Enna...

The birth of their son, and then another. Watching them grow. Listening to her teaching little Lin the womanly skills she'd perfected long ago. Watching her playing with her grandchildren. The strength in her eyes when he and his sons had followed the present Lord Farlen to the battle of Pelennor Fields. The tears he'd wiped from her eyes when the second son never came home. Enna...

He'd seen almost every important moment in her life, felt her hand in his in all his lowest times. And his memory had made record of all of that. But he had no memory of her growing old. No memory of age spots, or wrinkled skin, or slower movements, gray hairs, early evenings. Perhaps that was how life went, passing you slowly as you dwelt stubbornly in your disappearing youth. Enna...

Enna would always be the slim girl in the sunrise, working in her father's fields. Always.



He lay awake in the dark thinking of her, and of the contents of Lord Farlen's letter, and did not sleep, feeling only the ethereal pressure of a womanly hand in his own, and a cool touch of lips on his brow, and his heart was eased in her presence. He would grieve in his own time.
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