1 A bright flash of light blinded them all…
"Ah, Legolas, you too feel the need for fresh air," Gimli, dressed in all his party finery, jerked a thumb back at the party inside the castle.
"I am not one to spend time at parties," Legolas straightened his moss green dress tunic.
Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes. The elf spun, his boot dagger in his hand in an instant. A late-night squirrel dodged out of the foliage, chattered around the elf's feet, then ran past the dwarf and into the darkness.
Gimli laughed, "You are jumpy tonight, Master Elf!"
With a reassuring pat on the back, Gimli returned to the party. Legolas chuckled to himself and replaced his dagger. He felt as if someone was watching him, but he shook off the feeling and hesitantly returned to the party.
High above them, on the pinnacle of the white tower, three shimmering figures stood, a young man, an Elven woman, and a wizard's creation. They all exchanged smiling glances.
The young boy took his father's hand they walked down the battlement, disappearing into thin air and oblivion. Their souls were at rest…
The Elven woman watched for a little longer. She was at rest, but she did not feel as if everything was finished…
"It is finished," Gandalf said quietly, "You are the Weeping Woman no longer, Mitharwen."
"I know, Gandalf, but I feel as if something is missing."
"There is someone waiting for you, beyond death, someone who loved you even after your soul was stolen from you," The wise wizard moved to the side, revealing another ghost.
This one was a Elven warrior…the same that the Weeping Woman had killed as her first victim.
Gandalf watched in contentment as the last pair faded into eternity. Then, he looked up to the stars and smiled.
"Thank you," He said quietly.
And the sky waved a shooting star.
"Ah, Legolas, you too feel the need for fresh air," Gimli, dressed in all his party finery, jerked a thumb back at the party inside the castle.
"I am not one to spend time at parties," Legolas straightened his moss green dress tunic.
Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes. The elf spun, his boot dagger in his hand in an instant. A late-night squirrel dodged out of the foliage, chattered around the elf's feet, then ran past the dwarf and into the darkness.
Gimli laughed, "You are jumpy tonight, Master Elf!"
With a reassuring pat on the back, Gimli returned to the party. Legolas chuckled to himself and replaced his dagger. He felt as if someone was watching him, but he shook off the feeling and hesitantly returned to the party.
High above them, on the pinnacle of the white tower, three shimmering figures stood, a young man, an Elven woman, and a wizard's creation. They all exchanged smiling glances.
The young boy took his father's hand they walked down the battlement, disappearing into thin air and oblivion. Their souls were at rest…
The Elven woman watched for a little longer. She was at rest, but she did not feel as if everything was finished…
"It is finished," Gandalf said quietly, "You are the Weeping Woman no longer, Mitharwen."
"I know, Gandalf, but I feel as if something is missing."
"There is someone waiting for you, beyond death, someone who loved you even after your soul was stolen from you," The wise wizard moved to the side, revealing another ghost.
This one was a Elven warrior…the same that the Weeping Woman had killed as her first victim.
Gandalf watched in contentment as the last pair faded into eternity. Then, he looked up to the stars and smiled.
"Thank you," He said quietly.
And the sky waved a shooting star.