Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? I'm working on a new story now, so expect updates on this to be very slow and infrequent. If you have any suggestions then please let me know, but don't expect immediate results. yes, this is more of a drabble than a one-shot. I tried to make it longer, but it didn't feel right, so this is it.
She could still remember his eyes, the way they had looked at her with such warmth, and such patience.
They were what she had clung to in Gil'ead, when all her hope had been lost.
He had loved her. He had protected her. He had given his life for her.
And she clung to her memory of him, with such strength that not even the Shade could tear her from it.
She relived all her memories of him; his laughter, his voice, his smile, over and over, to try and ingrain them into her memory forever.
But as time passed, her memories faded, until she could recall the words he had said, but not the voice. Until she could remember the colour of his eyes, but not the warmth and love that had lived in them.
She could remember what he laughed at, but his laughter was fading in her memory, until she couldn't recall what it sounded like, and a thousand little mannerisms that made him him were slipping away.
He had loved her, she was sure of it, but she couldn't remember him saying the words. She couldn't remember seeing it in his eyes, or hearing it in his voice.
Slowly Fäolin was slipping away, until he was nothing more than a ghost of a dream, and all the magic in the world couldn't bring him back.