My third drabble for this universe. The Fall of the Evenstar.


Changes XIV: Evenstar's Doom

She gazed up at the sky above; obscured by the falling mallorn leaves, still she could discern the change in the season. It was as if the world was weeping also for her loss.

She had came here alone, after bidding her farewell to those she had loved all her life – short as it was by Elven standard. Yet she had long ago forsaken her immortal heritage, doomed as Luthien was.

Sitting under the largest tree, she slowly sang his favourite song – the last song she would ever sing under the moon and stars, for the Evenstar is passing away.