Last Lothiriel fic for the ficvariations livejournal challenge :-)
It was dawn. Gulls wheeled overhead and rays of sunlight shone from the awakening sun down onto the softly rolling waves. Dol Amroth was quiet, its people waking up and realising that the darkness of night had passed for another day.
Lothiriel stood at her bedroom window, watching the silvery moon sink out of sight. She didn't know whether she was glad that the dark had gone or not. In the darkness all the worry and sorrow and hurt came to the forefront where she couldn't escape it, but in the light of day she felt only helpless. She wanted to reach out, to tell someone how dark her thoughts were and how sad and lonely and useless she felt, but there was no one she could find the words to speak to.
She let out a weak dry sob, more a voluntary convulsion than a sob of helplessness, and closed her eyes, willing the tears to come. Tears were freeing, but the damp sensation of sorrow running down her cheeks wouldn't come. She felt caught in limbo, unable to change or even ask someone else to change her, and she couldn't move. She couldn't make her mouth open to reply honestly when people asked her questions, she couldn't break down and cry, all she could do was exist. Exist unchangingly, caught in an eternal stasis, just like the everlasting cycle of night and day.