Dead leaves below, glittering sunshine above, and in the water: spirits.
Could Cuivienen have been like this?
There would have been no dead leaves in the silt at the water's floor; the glitter above would have been softer, mirroring only starlight. But the mingling of spirits: yes.
Yes, Cuivienen was like this.
Mellonin lay with her eyes open, staring into the blue sky; yet she slept.
Ravion sat up again as her voice sounded inside his mind. He whispered to her. "Mellonin?"
I walk in the day, yet I walk beneath the stars. Ravion, come walk with me.
He hesitated, but then he lay back down, and waited. He closed his eyes.
He saw the pool. Round it, beside it-- or were they within it?-- walked men, and elves.
Aeron. Little Gwyllion.
He was so glad to see them that he sat bolt upright. THen he ran his hand over his eyes. Mellonin, it was just a dream.
Yes, Ravion. But it is none the less true.
He slept no more til the horses arrived.
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