As the night drew on, the two friends talked until their throats were dry. Arthain went in search of wine and when he returned, he noticed Melost sitting with his head down as though in deep thought. He accepted the cup and a haunted look crossed Melost's face as he looked at Arthain, then quickly away. "He knows me far too well." he sighed, his thoughts darkening. Arthain's brow furrowed in concern. This was unlike Melost. Quiet he might be, but never morose. He reached across and placed a steadying hand on his arm. "Tell me..."
"I fear death, foolish I know for one of the Eldar, yet fear it I do. I foresee my death in this great under-taking of our Lords and I fear it! The halls of Mandos hold no appeal for me, I desire life and it's wonders too greatly to have them slip away so needlessly..." He poured his wine onto the ground and tossed his cup into his gear. "Enough! Tell me more of your family."
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