Island of Sorrow RPG

[Anguirel]

Malris did not answer Tasareni at all; guilt twisted his tongue and subdued it. His friend had made a serious accusation against him. Had his words been that senseless?

"I need sleep," he said at last, to the world in general. Then he turned to Endamir. "Don't let me rest too long...let me have the last watch of the night. I...I want to see the sun rise over Himring."

It was only then that he bowed his head. "I am sorry if I have done any wrong, or hurt...but I knew Maglor. I met him before any of the rest of you...even if only moments before Tasa," he acknowledged with a wry smile. "Whether or not that is his voice-and every note of it recalls him-it was bound to move me. But perhaps it stirred me too far. The morning will bring new light, new hope...new beauty."

Abruptly, Malris took Cirlach from its sheath and stabbed it into the sand; at last it was firmly in the earth, and Malris slumped onto its hilt and let Lorien take him, for the present.

There was little more talk as, gradually, the other five slumped into the realm of dreams, or, in Oremir's case, strolled upon the lower rampart, stared up into the ruinous heights of the fortress, and remembered. And high, high above them in the circles of the sky, Earendil the Mariner persevered on his endless rounds, and the Silmaril gleamed down with sorrowful benevolence.

The company did not wake Malris, as he asked, to perform the watch; but Lindir insisted that he should be allowed to see the dawn, at least, and so he was shaken back to Himring as Arien ascended.

The second day on the Island of Sorrow had begun.