A kidnap, a death, magic, a love, a wish, and a gilded rose.
Lord of The Rings, Enithea is trapped in a world that she knows nothing about, only that Mathieu was taken from her. She finds her way to Rivendell, in a white carved boat, and then to Gondor.
R&R
Enithea stood as if in a trance, she watched as Mathieu was dragged away.
She wanted to scream, she felt the touch of tears as they freely fell. She watched him fall away, she could not hear him, but she felt him calling.
The wind whispered in her loose hair. She wore a long flowing green dress, that swayed at the slightest movement, it was so pale it could have been white. Her feet where bare, she could feel the grass beneath her feet.
It was late at night, she didn't remember where she was or why she was there. The leaves on the tree's around her whispering in the breeze.
Rain fell on her pale face, washing away her memory. She raised her face to the sky amid the rain.
She opened her mouth and breathed a song pure, and sweet came, to a mystical tune.
Every time
the rain comes down
close my eye's and listen.
I can hear the lonesome sound of the sky as it cries.
Where are you this moment?
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but just a heartbeat from me
I keep watching, I keep hoping,
But time keeps us apart.
Late at night
I drift away-
I can hear you calling,
and my name is in the rain,
leaves on trees whispering
deep blue seas mystery.
Winter lies before me
now your so far away.
In the darkness of my dreaming
in the light you will stay
Feel the touch
of tears that fall
-they won't fall forever
In the way the day will flow
all things come
all things go.
Even when
this moment ends,
can't let go this feeling.
Everything will come again
in the sound, falling down
of the sky as it cries
hear my name in the rain.
She opened her eyes. There stood Mathieu, water rolling off his shoulders. "Mathieu!" she called, he held her in his arms.
His grasp faded into a wisp, the vision vanished.
She stood behind a tree, her dress blowing in the wind. Why am I here?
A tear rolled down Enithea's cheek, she didn't know anything, the only knowledge she possessed was of her and Mathieu.
The rose she clasped in her hand dropped to the ground, but she didn't see it, her eyes were fixed ahead of her.
Mathieu and his captors had disappeared long ago. Enithea stood and stared into the endless darkness.
Enithea sat up, a canopy of light above her.
She had fallen asleep on a bed of dying leaves. The memory of the night before had become a mystery.
She stood, The leaves on the grass rustling.
Overnight the leaves had fallen from each tree. Walking, Enithea watched as more dying leaves fell, before crunching to the ground.
Enithea walked a-midst the skeletons of the trees. Something flicked across her face, and then another fell next to her. Holding out her hand, a snowflake danced into it.
Enithea looked around the vast wood, snow was falling all around her, blanketing the trees, Each branch weighed with the ice that was falling.
Letting air escape from her mouth, she watched as it froze in the air.
Despite her thin, floaty dress, and bare arms and feet, she didn't even feel the chill.
Crunch
She looked down at her feet, they crunched on the thick snow as she walked. She knocked a branch, a pile of snow came cascading down in a miniature avalanche.
She sat down on the ground, snowflakes resting in her hair and in the folds of her dress.
She stretched out her arm catching the dancing ice in her hand. Icicles formed before her eyes on the tree's.
Suddenly a sparrow fluttered to a branch and landed there, dislodging snow. It sung a tune, summoning the blossoms of spring.
Tweeet,
tweep,
tweep,
teet,
She watched as it flew away, leaving a damp patch on the branch were the snow had melted away, then the snow melted off the whole branch, and a small pink blossom appeared, blooming.