Six
They walk the walls and wait for some stroke of doom even as the northward wind carries away their words.
The day is dreary and grey and the hope that burns in his heart is a sharp contrast to the fear he sees so clearly in hers.
She is a lovely sight to his tired eyes, with the stars around her shoulders and her hair like a golden crown upon her head. A queen.
And she calls him friend as he tells her of his heart's desire and knows of what he speaks but not wanting to understand. She is grave and kind like the first shower of spring.
And when the world falls silent all around them and not even their heart beats beneath their breast, their hands clasp unknowingly and the fate of the world decided.
An Eagle flies, bearer of great tidings on the strong winds that no one longs whisper of their doom.
He speaks to her of Numenor and of hope for the new age, which was born from the silence as he leans down to kiss her worried brow.
And she smiles at him softly though her fate is still unknown.