MIRKWOOD RPG

[LúthienTinúviel]

Tinuiel sat frozen, gazing with mingled horror and pity on the anguished face of Mornovarion. The elf tossed and turned violently in the bed. Tinuiel occasionally wiped the elf's face or held him down in his most violent fits. All the while a stream of half incoherent words mingled with cries and whimpers flowed from the elf's parched lips. Tinuiel's eyes never left the elf's face, nor did she for a moment cease to listen to his tortured cries. Every word that broke from Mornovarion's lips was ingrained in Tinuiel's mind forever. With each strangled sentence, Mornovarion's face became less haggard, while Tinuiel's became more haunted and drawn. Hour after hour she sat by his bed, and as she listened, it seemed to her that the weight and guilt of his past was lifted from his shoulders and placed on her own.