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Gandalf_theGrey · 06-30-2002, 10:11 PM

My dear Elf, there is hope indeed. First, look to yourself by looking away. The past has been taken from you ... do not give away the present as easily, but live, fully, now. The same fire that destroys a forest makes its soil rich and fertile, so that the land may be greener than before. Do not give up, but let go. Continue on as Naaramare.

The sort of help which I can offer you ... which Elrond can offer ... and Bethberry ... is indirect. You seek your place in the Music, have lost your place in the theme. Carry on, pick up the song from where you are now. Then perhaps one day you will be able to fill in the unfamiliar notes, from the familiar tones with which you surround yourself.

* Not voicing all his thoughts, Gandalf gave a nod of encouragement, as when Naaramare had attempted to approach the black steed. He had foreseen that this conversation would take place. Yes, there was hope, though the end was far from clear ... Suddenly, images seemed to form in the wizard's mind. Gandalf looked up with a start. *

In which mountain pass were you discovered wandering, Naaramare? I think I see something ...

[ July 01, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

06-30-2002, 10:11 PM	#11
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	My dear Elf, there is hope indeed. First, look to yourself by looking away. The past has been taken from you ... do not give away the present as easily, but live, fully, now. The same fire that destroys a forest makes its soil rich and fertile, so that the land may be greener than before. Do not give up, but let go. Continue on as Naaramare. The sort of help which I can offer you ... which Elrond can offer ... and Bethberry ... is indirect. You seek your place in the Music, have lost your place in the theme. Carry on, pick up the song from where you are now. Then perhaps one day you will be able to fill in the unfamiliar notes, from the familiar tones with which you surround yourself. * Not voicing all his thoughts, Gandalf gave a nod of encouragement, as when Naaramare had attempted to approach the black steed. He had foreseen that this conversation would take place. Yes, there was hope, though the end was far from clear ... Suddenly, images seemed to form in the wizard's mind. Gandalf looked up with a start. * In which mountain pass were you discovered wandering, Naaramare? I think I see something ... [ July 01, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]