Teonvan looked out over the land beyond him as his feet dangled from the
cliff he sat on over the field below. The setting sun was slowly creeping
below the hills in the west. The sky faded from red, to orange, and then
went to the deep blue of the depths of the sea. Teonvan leaned back into
the soft grass and looked at the stars. He could see Eärendil shining
brightly down at him. The night breeze blew gently through his shoulder
length hair.
"I thought I'd find you here," a kind and familiar voice said from behind
him. Teonvan sat up and looked behind him to see a beautiful woman. Her
long, flowing hair whipped around her body while her peasant-like dress
rippled like waves in the breeze. She looked down at him with eyes as green
as the fields beyond them.
"Eteridith," Teonvan's voice whispered as the maiden sat next to him. He
reached out his weathered hand and ran the back of it down her cheek. She
closed her eyes and held his hand there, the warmth making her smile. She
was content just sitting with him in Ilúvatar's creation. Her eyes opened
and looked into Teonvan's, but the same happiness was not in his.
"What troubles you? What do you fear? Our love will survive through these
times and live on until the earth crashes around us," She believed.
"Eteridith, we come from different lands, lands which are not at peace with
each other. If anyone knew our love, they would not approve," Teonvan said
as Eteridith put her finger over his mouth. "We have now, and right now we
have each other."
Teonvan looked into this maiden's eyes, for a moment, they were both lost
far within the depths of each other's irises. For a moment all they knew
was each other and time itself didn't matter. Then Teonvan moved closer to
Eteridith, he leaned in and held her face in his hands. His lips softly
caressed hers. Her skin felt soft as air against his rugged, worn hands.
She held him too, never wanting to let him go. Her tongue tasted his, and
it was so sweet that she wanted more. Teonvan sensed this and pulled her
closer, so close that the two bodies seemed as one. They sat among the
hills for quite a while, trapped in their love. After a time Teonvan lay in
the grass once more and Eteridith lie on his chest in his arms and fell
asleep with the breeze softly humming through the grasses.
The morning light shone down onto the two as the sun arose. Teonvan awoke
knowing he had to do what he most feared and protect Eteridith from the
truth no longer. "Eteridith," his voice rang softly in Eteridith's ears.
She sat up, as did he. He kissed her tender lips, knowing it would be the
last time. "Eteridith, there is something I must tell you," his voice was
cold; it wasn't inviting or friendly how it once was. "We can no longer be.
There is another, Galelon, in the white city, in my home. I will not keep
you hoping in something fake. It would be like killing a blooming rose." He
looked into her eyes once more and then left the broken angel in the dew
covered grass as the sun started a new, yet bitter day.
