- Do you remember how me met? he whispered to me.
- Yes, I replied with a smile appearing on my face while I was nestling at his chest.
How could I not remember that? Memories were clear as a reflection on the surface of the water of a lake or in a mirror. Their astonishing clarity was given by their almost unbearable intensity. Some of them were joyful and they could even make my frozen heart feel happiness, while others were so painful that they almost could turn into my darkest dreams.
- You were singing and I stopped to listen to you for I noticed
your beautiful voice, I continued.
I could still hear that song reaching my ears as a sudden gust of wind in a warm afternoon.
- I recall the moment when your lips gave themselves to my mouth for the first time and the song I sang to you then, he said. You were standing next to me, perhaps daydreaming as I was playing.
- I could see myself sailing among stars. Then, I notice you, a charming minstrel standing on a cloud of dreams and I cease my slow floating as my heart gets caught in the web of your beautiful music.
My arms met his body in what I intended to be an embrace. He stood against a huge square pillar in which were carved designs and letters I did not understand. His eyes looked like they were frozen,
neither alive nor dead for he was looking into empty.
Nothing seemed to be real in those gray as ashes halls. It appeared to me that time did not even exist there. Except images from the past and a heavy heart there was nothing else anyone could be conscious of. From time to time, there could be seen a shadow or a spirit of some Elf floating slowly. But none spoke and the place was fallen into deep silence. It was hard to tell whether you were alive or dead.
I felt like I was suspended in a dark emptyness. I was neither chained nor free as a fish which used to wander free in the waters of the sea, but now swims captive in a lake.
Small pieces of memories united and formed bigger ones and then all these became a whole as my life was regaining shape before my eyes. The first fragment was composed of images of the day when I met Canafinwe. Perhaps I should begin with a description of my life before then, yet my memories of those days are vague. I can only recall having a simple life. I used to sing and dance as long as I wanted to.
The last thing my eyes saw before I got there, in those halls where all sensing was paralyzed, was him bending above me as he kneeled near the bed. There was only one lamp in the room and its light was falling gently on his face. He caressed my cheek. The warmth of his touch was sweet, yet his sorrow was bitter. My eyes were so dry I could not shed even a single tear. Despite the fact that my body refused to move, I gathered my strength and raised my hand in order to hold his. Our fingers crossed.
"I shall save you, my beloved blue star!" he said. "Try to rescue me not for I am already fading, Canafinwë." I muttered after I barely opened my heavy lips. He burst into tears, which I tried to wipe, yet they burnt me. I squeezed his hand. "Fall into despair not, melmenya, for one day we shall watch the day turning into night again and there will be nothing to separate us: no darkness, no wars and no waters. Now, promise me you will stay strong until then!" I continued. Tears did not let him speak. They drowned any word he would say in sorrow which grew deeper and deeper.