Ittle bitty one shot! I won nothing, wish I did, made nothing REALLY wish I did…
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Fallen
Delicate feet floated over the cool grass. Slender hands clutched a silver pitcher close in desperation, as a fair face contorted in grief.
Scalding tears fell into the smoking pool.
"Dark are the pools of Kheled Zaram, and cold are the waters of Kibil Nala- Lie there in peace, Olorin my friend." The she elf whispered. "Fair are the many pillared halls of Khazad Dum, fit for any to sleep in." Bowing her fair head, she wept bitterly. "Even my Maiar- my angel, my angel, how are the mighty fallen? Where walk you now? Why did you leave the lands you loved?"
"Galdariel?" She turned to Celeborn. "What is wrong, dear one?"
"He has fallen into shadow, his light gone out, his song is silent." She murmured, and turned away, the pitcher still clasped in her lily white hand. "Fallen."
As she left the clearing, light shone pure and bright from the mirror, and then went to dull grey- as though covered by a cloak. A whisper sounded through the forest… a whisper of light from darkness, of fire from ash, of forgiveness and rebirth, and of a song renewed.
Her angel would return.