Estel POV

She hates me. It was not the life she deserved. She could have lived with us. She could have had a good, loving family, instead of a few Elves who were only taking care of her because Lord Elrond told them to.

"Farewell brother." Oh, yeah, I should probably tell her about my name.

"Oh, Eressëa-" She cuts me of.

"Don't utter my name again. I am no longer 'lonely' anymore. I have family remember?" She says with malice.

"I'm sorry," I don't quite understand this. "My real name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I was only told but a short time ago."

"Well then, brother, Aragorn," She says, spitting the words brother and Aragorn at me. "farewell."

That hurts me.

All of a sudden she falls over! She was fine just a second ago, and now she's passed out on the floor. She just fell off the bed. I run to her, she's bleeding.

Eressëa POV

"Well then, brother, Aragorn," I say the words 'brother' and 'Aragorn' flying out of my mouth like fire. He seems hurt, but so am I. I feel a wave of dizziness pass over me.

"Yavanna!" His voice seems agitated, like when a child asks what's wrong and it's not really a question you can answer.

"Oh, what is it now?" She seems tired, I would be too if I was married to Aulë.

"Help me. . ." He's trying to hide how worried he is from me- it's not working.

"What's wrong?"

"She's slipping."

"I told you this would happen."

"Just help me!" I am so dizzy, I pass out.

Drowning. I am drowning in my tears.

Burning. The words fly like fire from my mouth.

Falling. I fall to the floor.

Darkness. Everything goes black as I hit the ground.