THE YEAR 100 OF THE THIRD AGE IN MIDDLE-EARTH
"Elare? Elare?" The call of the man sounded through the whole village. Breathless he came to a stand in front of a grown man. "Elare, Mylord, the time has come."
Elare's eyes wided and he turned around. "Celairwen? How is she? Is she fine? Are they fine?"
The man looked to the ground.
"Mylord, your wife..."
"NO!", he shouted. "NO! THIS IS NOT TRUE! TELL ME THIS IS NOT TRUE!" He did not answer. Elare sat down with tears in his eyes and covered his head in his knees. He cried.
