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~Alatariel
Eomer still endeavored to revive the static body lying near him.
"Come on." Much time had passed as the sun was blasting his final death song before disappearing underneath the birth of the moon. The moon's pallid light reached the space where Tinioniel lay, casting its empty illumination upon her lifeless body. Then, a breath was taken, filling her thirsty lungs with the life sustaining air. Her eyes shot open, revealing a blankness, almost as if two pure spheres had replaced her once jaded orbs. Tinioniel's body began to hover above the ground, lifted by a fog turning her into an upright position. Her body glistened like water being caressed by luminous rays of celestial light. Stars covered her lips and eyelids, extending outwards onto her face in a small amount to line her eyes with the radiance.
"The time is almost upon you, future King." Words poured from her mouth like untamed silk, weaving its way to his ears and seizing his soul.
"W-What time is upon me?" Eomer spoke hesitantly, not knowing if his voice would disturb or upset the coma that Tinioniel lay in.
"The star of Rohan will set, and another will rise to cast light through their darkest hour. Be warned. The ascent of the new star will be swift. As quickly as the tide rushes to shore, so shall be the stars downfall." Her voice was intense and melodious amidst the terrible news. Eomer knew she spoke of Rohan and its people, but beyond that, he was bemused. Eomer heard the sound of hooves approaching and averted his attention to the two riders shrouded in the night. Tinioniel also turned her body on the cloudy form upon which she was floating. Gandalf and Aragorn halted in surprise of the sight that was before them, for this was not what either of them had intended to see.
"What is this, Gandalf?" Aragorn whispered in confusion. Tinioniel focused on Aragorn with ashen eyes which peered into his soul.
"Doomed. Doomed is the one of which you share your love." Swiftly, Tinioniel glided over to Aragorn and gently laid two of her fingers on the pendant that was given to him. "This is her heart, which cares so deeply for you that she is willing to breathe her last breath, and that is the price she will have to pay. You are going to kill her, but she would have it no other way. You will die, leaving her behind with no one to comfort her, and for a year she will roam, sick with grief. However, she gladly endures it for the small amount of years she will have spent with you will be well worth an eternity. Do not be sad or feel guilty for her death, but rejoice, for her love is yours and yours alone." Her voice was never changing as Aragorn stared at Tinioniel with wide eyes, wondering how Tinioniel could have possibly known about Arwen and what their love would entail.
Gandalf sat in his seat and pondered. 'What brought this about? Is it because of the sky? She obviously derives her power from the sky, so that must be what made this all happen. There is only one way to find out.' Gandalf lifted his hand towards the firmament and muttered a spell, casting clouds to cover the expanse. Tinioniel's face softened and her emerald eyes reappeared. Tinioniel woke from her sleep and found herself suspended over the fading green grass.
"Ai!" Tinioniel screamed and lost her balance entirely. "W-What's going on?" Her innocent tone was so strong that it seemed as if she really did not know what just happened. Gandalf was the first to speak.
"It is nothing of importance, Tinioniel. Worry yourself not about it." Gandalf spoke, a weak smile creeping across his face. Tinioniel shifted her gaze from the Istar to the ground upon which she sat, knowing that he was not telling her the entire truth. Something did happen, but she had to play stupid, or else, she feared, something might happen. "The others are not too far. We have settled down for tonight." Gandalf lifted his eyes towards the cloudy heavens. "There shall be an early sunrise in the morning, so I suggest that we all find sleep very soon." He calmly turned his horse around and headed in the direction that the Rohirrim were camped.
"Ouch." Tinioniel spoke finally, rubbing the small of her back as she still sat positioned on the ground.
"Well it should hurt. You took quite a little fall. Hurry the both of you. One will never know how far orcs shall be." Aragorn followed Gandalf's suit, leaving Tinioniel and Eomer alone in the night.
"Come on then. We had better head back with the rest of them. Do you need any help?" Tinioniel grunted at his question.
"Of course not. A little fall does not hurt that much." Tinioniel shrugged off the little fall, but that was not the only thing she tried to get over. Moments after her fall, the thoughts flooded her mind, like a dam being broken. Tinioniel knew what happened, she knew what was said. She felt out of control, as if another spirit invaded her body, took control of her mind and controlled her thoughts. Words and thoughts spilled from her mouth like poisoned water, without the aid of a shore to guide her movement and devestation. The very reflection of the event made her body shake with trepidation of the unknown.
"Are you cold? You are shivering." Eomer pointed out the obvious shudder ran through her.
"Huh? Oh no… really I am ok. It is nothing. Let us go to the camp before it gets too dark." Tinioniel shrugged off her quivering, but could not rid her mind of the terrible thoughts that plagued her. The terrible thoughts of Eomer's death, which was what she feared, close at hand.