DarkElf Wakes
"Thou art awake, Moonflower?"
My eyes, unlidded now unveiled
The shining spirit before me speaks
His words are strange, his face is kind
He offers me a restorative drink
"Allow me to help thee- Thy wounds are but newly mended."
My limbs scream to me that I yet live
A riddle most profound, considering...
Here is a riddle more perplexing:
Where am I now?
"'Tis miruvor. It will ease thy discomfort. Thou art in Menegroth, Kingdom of Thingol and Melian. Thou art safe..."
Images follow the words, I am o'erwhelmed
Before the Dreaming takes me again,
I reach out, because I must know
If the vision of beauty that speaks is real.