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Old 08-29-2006, 12:44 PM   #740
Imladris
Tears of the Phoenix
 
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Imladris has just left Hobbiton.
Aeron had been quiet while those of greater importance than he talked and arranged the final plans for departure. He was here to serve Ravion. The doings of the elves meant little to him.

His fingers nimbly knotted the bags of food and medicines to the horse's back and he wondered how long it would be before he would come to this city again. If ever he would return. Did he want to return? Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. When he saw the sunlight hit the top of the towers he would remember how Gwyllion would point at them and laugh, calling them stars that had drifted from the night skies and it was in moments like those that he wanted to stay. But othertimes, in the night when he was restless and couldn't sleep for memories, he wanted to leave everything behind.

He wondered if death would save him the necessity of making a choice.

Death.

He shivered in the sun. He felt an uncontrollable desire to go home. And home wasn't here and home wasn't there. Where was home?

He felt saddened that the ladies were staying in the city. They had been cheerful and their smiles were warm and gentle. He would miss them. It had been said that it would be safer for them to stay behind. Maybe that was so, maybe not. Aeron was under the impression that if the women wanted to come they should be allowed to do so. Death came swiftly...it would not do to have it snuff a half lived life.

He sighed a little, shouldered his pack, and stepped in Ravion's boot prints as he led them away from Minas Tirith.
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