Falling Leaves
Five: Lifting Shadows
I recall when Lord Glorfindel returned from the siege. Though still tall and proud, his eyes were haunted. Horrors that only war brings had been seen through those eyes and had brought back others, worse. I, Erestor, had feared I could not restore the brightness they once held. He played and laughed, but not in mirth. It was only to cheer others.
Slowly, the light returned, the shadows faded. His laughter was enough to lift the darkest soul, and his spirit flared as brightly as the sun on his hair.
He was back.
He was Glorfindel again, my dear friend.
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