Half-way
"Alatariel," it is Celeborn, peering cautiously around the doorway, silver hair shining almost white in the evening lamplight.
"Yes?" she turns from the flowers she is pressing, a smile forming on her lips.
"your brothers...I just received word..."
The smile vanishes, a bolt of hot, crazed fear flashing through her heart.
"The siege of Angband has been abruptly broken. The Dark One sent forth suddenly in the night great flames which ravaged the camps before anybody knew what was happening." he looks so tired, she notices, there are dark circles under his weary eyes, "I'm sorry." he steps towards her, wrapping long arms about her shoulders, so warm after the Great Ice that she has never seemed to truly escape.
She has craved his warmth from the moment she had first met him, soon after arriving in Middle Earth.
Her eyebrows draw together and her lips contort into an anguished frown as he holds her and the news strikes home, but there are no tears in her glassy eyes.
She has forgotten how to cry.
This feeling, it is too deep for tears. Tears are for scraped knees and lost loves, not for this.
This is the feeling of utter despair and anguish, it is the feeling of giving up.
It is the feeling that tore through her being when she found out that, after nearly fourteen long years, they were only half-way across the Helcaraxe.
"What are you pressing these flowers for?" he asks softly as he rocks her slowly back and forth, trying to break the unbearable silence.
"So that I may have something to remember it by when all this is gone." she whispers, knowing that nothing can last forever anymore.
Alatariel-Galadriel
*wails* Why so angsty, Muse, wwwhhhhyyyyyyy!?
*ahem*
Sorry about that.
*smacks Muse*
*gets smacked back, twice as hard*
*rubs face regretfully*
Sorry guys, but you can't argue with the Muse.
*bows deeply before gravely offended Muse*
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