Welcome to chapter 10! Hugs for those, who read until now :D

By the way, did anyone of you guys listen to the elvish songs?
And what is your favourite Slender-map for stories to take place? ;)

Chapter 10

The rain stopped after a while and the moon returned.
Although the two beings remained dry under the big tree in the edge of the forest, a few water droplets dripped from the leaves and fell onto the elf's pale, doll-like face.
Ithilriel's purple eyes opened slowly and spotted the faceless man sitting next to her, his tendrils were gone.

She did not gasp, nor did she back away – he had saved her after all, he had carried her out of that terrible place.
Eyeless he stared at her and then he looked away. Was he ashamed, was he scared?

The black-haired smiled softly at him, sat up with a warm gaze and touched his arm.
"Thank you, my friend."

He froze for a moment; subsequently the man turned slowly his blank face at Ithilriel and saw her beauty in the moonlight.
Again he looked down abashed.

"Do not hide your face, there is no need to."

The elf was well aware that he did not understand one single word of what she was saying with her melodious voice, nevertheless her words were calming and comforting.

"I will take you with me, my friend."'

Slowly the female reached up for his face and gently her pale hand touched his right cheek – his skin felt so soft yet cold – and he gasped very silently in surprise.

She felt his confusion and that he was not feeling very comfortable at the moment.
Guilt, confusion, sorrow, despair... anger ... hate ...

So many negative emotions ... the elf was able to feel them within this forsaken creature and she needed to help.
Her mother could maybe find out more about the faceless man than Ithilriel, because her mother was able to see into people's souls and minds.

Ithilriel was not sure if she even wanted to know more ...
What she had been feeling was already bad enough.

Carefully she placed her second hand on his cheek, holding his face in her delicate hands and pulled him down to her charily.
Her fingers were almost as white as his face.

"Your time to hate and hurt is over ... And your time to be hated and be hurt is over as well ..."

He did not move, not breath, he just sat there like a statue.

"For you I will sing ... My friend ..."

Softly she put her forehead against his forehead, her silver tiara touched his skin.
And then, she started to sing her melody.

He shivered very, very slightly, but Ithilriel could feel it.
Was this his way to cry?

Something unexpected happened – he was laying his white, cool hands onto hers which were placed on his cheeks and Ithilriel felt that the faceless man was starting to devote himself to her and her song – and his made the black-haired very happy.
There must be a way back to her world and she was going to find it.

She would take him away with her and free him. Save him. And all those, who would have been his victims, if he would stay longer here.
It was her duty and she would fullfill it.

There was always a way.