Relief crashed over Torfithien as she was carried along by the Elves of the Golden Wood. Everywhere she looked she saw familiar faces. Many of her childhood friends were among them, whom she had known since she was small. For a brief moment she glimpsed someone she knew all too well. Her soul urged her to run to her older brother, but knew better than to bother him whilst he was on duty. She would talk to him later when they arrived back at their home...her home. Her heart sang so loudly inside her she was afraid that the Orcs would hear its voice. For the first time in what felt like years, she was actually truly happy.
Her eyes darted sideways to the Elf who walked beside her. Fingil looked to her with kind eyes and smiled softly in her direction, a smile that told her everything would be all right again. She did not know what made her do what happened next. Tentatively yet impulsively, she reached out and took his hand in hers. His palm felt warm and it only took his a second before his firm yet gentle grip tightened around her hand with a sense that neither of them would ever let go.
Torfithien felt released, like a caged bird cast out into the air. The clumsy, passionate first love she had once known had died long ago, but she had stuck to her silly little promises. Before this she had been acting like a child. Now she was surrounded by a whole band of new friends (and several old ones) and she knew she cared for Fingil in a much deeper way. But what really lifted her spirit was the fact that mercifully, her premonitions had been wrong for once. The visions had all but deserted her recently; she did not feel the weight of such a dark fantasy pressing down on her any longer.
[ November 09, 2003: Message edited by: Airerūthiel ]
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