#56 Snow
Hearts filled with pain they watched as she slipped away. Three sentinels, tall and lithe, the gentle lift and fall of their hair in the light breeze the only clue to their living state so unmoving were their forms. A triangle of protection through which none would penetrate unless by their leave. Brothers both by birth and by blood they had promised to remain until naught was left but a memory before sailing away with it locked in their hearts forever.
Pale winter sunlight filtered down between the stark, bare branches casting long, fingerlike shadows over the bed of Niphredil upon which her still form lay, dark widows weeds a stark contrast to the surrounding snow white flowers.
For a moment all fell silent as the once golden forest in which they stood mourned with them. Then, soft as a whisper from afar the song of the world began again, rising in its glory as each part joined in purest harmony until it rang out a crescendo of love and life in honor of the fallen Evenstar, cradling her fëa as it rose higher and higher on its journey to find its mate without the confines of the world.
A/N
Arwens death at Cerin Amroth in Lothlorien amidst a sea of Niphredil (snowdrops) (I have taken the liberty of having her die in the winter when this blooms)
Back to my more usual style I guess after the darkness of the last drabble. Hope this meets with your approval, even if it is rather morbid.
