Once upon a time I was falling in love, Now I'm only falling apart. Nothing I can do, A total eclipse of the heart.
A cloaked figure stepped from the shadows of the courtyard. No one would notice her now, they had been long searching the forest, and the scent was cooling. She would have to be quick though; even the least nimble of mind would work out where her last visit would take place.
Stealing along the passages of the elven halls of Mirkwood, the figure felt memories returning to her, of past times, when she had walked here proud and sure of whom she was, laughing with friends. Now though, it was time for secrecy. She passed by every other door, never pausing, certain of her goal. The chamber at the end of the hall. A room she now was afraid to see. Pushing its door open, the figure slipped inside noiselessly, allowing the door to click shut behind her. The sleeping form that lay in the bed stirred ever so slightly as she knelt by the bedside. Time stood still, like a breath held in, as the secret visitor stared at the rooms inhabitant, seeming to paint every contour and shadow into her memory, etch every crease of the fabric into her heart.
The moment broke, as the sound of footsteps and hushed voices could be heard beyond the door. Acting with haste, the shadowy visitor did what she had come to do, gently uncurling the fingers of the sleeper and looping the black lace of a necklace around them. A bittersweet smile crept on to her face, as the fingers clasped subconsciously at the lace. "To remember me," sounded the soft, melodic undertones of her voice, before lightly kissing the sleepers lips. Crossing to the balcony, the cloaked figure swung nimbly into an over hanging tree, pausing to look back only once, before descending its dizzying height and melting into the shadows of the forest below. She was gone.
Silence settled once more on the bedchamber, before the quiet of the night was shattered, as three fully armed guards burst through the door, waking the peacefully slumbering inhabitant. "We are sorry lord, we thought she would be here."
The startled inhabitant's pulse slowed to it's natural pace again, before he replied. "No, she has not been here. Don't you think I may have awakened?" He made no effort to hide the bitterness that filled his voice, as he intently studied the bed-sheet.
"We are sorry lord." The guards hastily retreated to the dark corridor, leaving the room quiet.
The fully awakened inhabitant could not hope of sleep returning, and instead stepped from his bed, crossing to the balcony. The light breeze lifted his hair gently and he enjoyed the way it softly caressed his skin. As he lent on the rail, he became aware he was clasping something in his hand. Looking down, the black lace came into focus, the deep purple amethyst ring hanging from it swaying gently in the breeze, glinting under the pale moonlight. He recognised it. It had belonged to her. Sighing deeply, he toyed with the lace, before carefully looping it around his neck allowing it to hang against his chest. Leaning again on the rail, he saw a flash of pale silver in the shadow of the night. All at once he felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, as he became aware of someone's gaze upon him. Gazing deeper into the shadows he tried to find his watcher, but to no avail. They had gone.
"Namarie," he whispered to the wind, having guessed the identity of his watcher. And below him she smiled as she watched him turn and walk into the darkness and comfort of his room once more. "Namarie Melamin," sounded her whispered reply to the darkness, as she rode silently away.
Once upon a time there was light in my life, Now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, A total eclipse of the heart.
A cloaked figure stepped from the shadows of the courtyard. No one would notice her now, they had been long searching the forest, and the scent was cooling. She would have to be quick though; even the least nimble of mind would work out where her last visit would take place.
Stealing along the passages of the elven halls of Mirkwood, the figure felt memories returning to her, of past times, when she had walked here proud and sure of whom she was, laughing with friends. Now though, it was time for secrecy. She passed by every other door, never pausing, certain of her goal. The chamber at the end of the hall. A room she now was afraid to see. Pushing its door open, the figure slipped inside noiselessly, allowing the door to click shut behind her. The sleeping form that lay in the bed stirred ever so slightly as she knelt by the bedside. Time stood still, like a breath held in, as the secret visitor stared at the rooms inhabitant, seeming to paint every contour and shadow into her memory, etch every crease of the fabric into her heart.
The moment broke, as the sound of footsteps and hushed voices could be heard beyond the door. Acting with haste, the shadowy visitor did what she had come to do, gently uncurling the fingers of the sleeper and looping the black lace of a necklace around them. A bittersweet smile crept on to her face, as the fingers clasped subconsciously at the lace. "To remember me," sounded the soft, melodic undertones of her voice, before lightly kissing the sleepers lips. Crossing to the balcony, the cloaked figure swung nimbly into an over hanging tree, pausing to look back only once, before descending its dizzying height and melting into the shadows of the forest below. She was gone.
Silence settled once more on the bedchamber, before the quiet of the night was shattered, as three fully armed guards burst through the door, waking the peacefully slumbering inhabitant. "We are sorry lord, we thought she would be here."
The startled inhabitant's pulse slowed to it's natural pace again, before he replied. "No, she has not been here. Don't you think I may have awakened?" He made no effort to hide the bitterness that filled his voice, as he intently studied the bed-sheet.
"We are sorry lord." The guards hastily retreated to the dark corridor, leaving the room quiet.
The fully awakened inhabitant could not hope of sleep returning, and instead stepped from his bed, crossing to the balcony. The light breeze lifted his hair gently and he enjoyed the way it softly caressed his skin. As he lent on the rail, he became aware he was clasping something in his hand. Looking down, the black lace came into focus, the deep purple amethyst ring hanging from it swaying gently in the breeze, glinting under the pale moonlight. He recognised it. It had belonged to her. Sighing deeply, he toyed with the lace, before carefully looping it around his neck allowing it to hang against his chest. Leaning again on the rail, he saw a flash of pale silver in the shadow of the night. All at once he felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, as he became aware of someone's gaze upon him. Gazing deeper into the shadows he tried to find his watcher, but to no avail. They had gone.
"Namarie," he whispered to the wind, having guessed the identity of his watcher. And below him she smiled as she watched him turn and walk into the darkness and comfort of his room once more. "Namarie Melamin," sounded her whispered reply to the darkness, as she rode silently away.
Once upon a time there was light in my life, Now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, A total eclipse of the heart.