Hello! Ichi here. For this story, you may love it or you may just get confused altogether. Well, nothing much to add, enjoy! :)
summary: In the end, disgusting sappy love remains. Yuck. I do not expect this so you might not expect it either.
Maybe this is the result of a long endless torment. It is curious though, how one could be tangled up into so many event, infused with a kinder brand of darkness and turned into, something unique. Minds filled with torment. The soul screamed to be let out of its misery. It never came. No comfort came. No mercy from the Gods they forsaken. Truth is, it may not be understood the extent of what is inside darkness. When you try to reach out, something caught it and asked to stop. To understand that it was never meant to be understood. How can one be infused and became one with it ? To be branded by this possessive darkness was like to be fused with it's lonely heart. Does it pities you ? Cruel child, don't.
Aredhel for once, tried to reach with her hand. Abruptly halted by another stronger hand. Walls tall were built to gap what was there. To protect the owner. Or perhaps, to protect the world from the broken ones.
But are not the mate for the complicated were the simple ? Oppositeness never worked better that way. Dark and light ? Do not make me laugh! Even shadows have shades and glow can grow dim. Life is not that simple. Judgement never ends.
The truth was a cruel master hidden in facade of the kinder servant. You may swallow it whole, tore away pride and sink into despair or, no. In the end, it is kinder to let things be. To succumb to cruel cruel fate. Put it out of its misery.
What comes after ? If your answer was judgement day I will deliver you some kindness with my blatant sarcasm. If only everything was as simple. Result of actions must be taken into responsibility. Look at the child and you will see. It was no so different. Patterns can be seen. Maeglin was no far from his parents.
In the end, what remains? Once heaven and your precious earth were torn apart. One single being will rose. To put it simply, it was love. In a much more complicated situation, you may not see it is of love. More obscure, unrecognized love. It was not beautiful, but was not always distasteful to see. The night was similar to the description. Was it evil? no. It was calm yet you knew it was dangerous. Some love it and some who do not, secretly longed for it. Night was like strings and strings of cruelty. So thin, you cannot see it's danger but marveled at its beauty. To reach it and touch it. To sense that it was so near, not as impossible as the light.
In shadows we may see. Two souls to its barest shape. One speaks of love. Another spoke of protection. Then both spoke of forgiveness. It never saw each other again. Not until their destined time. One will take longer than the other. The other will wait patiently. It was the truth. In the end, that brand of love remains. Sickly disgusting brand of love. But isn't it sweet to see ? No lies nor facade this time. It's just sweetly broken. Disgustingly beautiful.
Meanwhile one roams in its despair. Let us focus on false things in life. Flower fields and silver crowns. Fluttering moths and sweet spring breeze. Those horrible disgusting feelings while the voices of the hunt brings you against the winds. Sounds of laughter echoes till the depths of your core, begging for more, to forget what you've been branded with. Forget was... a wrong word. Perhaps, avoid. Then again, it was not impossible to avoid something that avoids you. Beautiful Lady of White, roam free. Free as you wanted, perhaps. Still, you know your limits now. You chains were there somewhere. No need to escape. There is no prison now. Was there even any at the first place I wonder? Or was it of mind?
It seems that two was alike in mind. Lovely.
Oh well.
Farewell, and good evening.