The night closed in, dark, cold, and so cloudy that it was almost completely devoid of light. Shadows crept under the trees, waiting for the unknowing and the grieving to give in. Dark things danced through the night, whispering fell things that traveled upon the great winds. They were nightmares, bad dreams, and nothing more.
Though, even in shadow there is light. At times it felt as if there were no heroes, that all was an elaborate hoax that no person wished to see the false of. Even the brightest of fires burn low in time as the Ages take their toll.
Under the trees that night walked one man. The creature of the night followed him with prying eyes. Lone the figure walked under the trees, his head bent low, and his hair that blended with the air around him brushed his cheeks ever so lightly before fluttering away.
From a standing position the Elda fell to his knees. The sound he made sounded akin to both a choke and a sob. He buried his face in his hands, quieting the sobs that made his body shake. Pitiful, some might call the display, but they would be wrong.
Bravery came from the courage that you did something that you felt uncomfortable doing, doing something that you were fearful of. It is not easy to let go when you try to hide it so. Hiding it no matter the cost to you.
The Elda's tears were following freely down his cheeks and through his hands. Like stars falling to the dirt the tears rolled down his face to meet with the ground he was kneeling upon. He looked up to the cloudy sky where seldom stars were seen. The Elf's eyes were very little red, but red enough for you to guess that he had been crying.
Bright was only one word to describe Gil-Estel, the star of high hope. Though the elf looked at the star as if it was all he had left. A single shaft of the star's light shown down upon the forest floor, giving it a look that made it appear enchanted.
Yet, all good things come to an end. The clouds rolled back in and blocked all sight off the brightest star in the sky, leaving the man to the darkness once again, keeping him alone. There were no more tears that fell from the eyes of the man. No form of emotion could be seen on his face as he rode from the forest floor. He looked up to the sky with hope that the clouds would move once again to let the light of hope filter through.
The shadows sheltered behind the trees and in the bushes as the man walked back the way he came, their eyes following him all the way from the clearing back to the main path. There was no mount waiting for the Elf on the stone pathway. He had walked here truly alone with no accompaniment in anyway.
Stones under his heels, the man began back the way he had come. The knife on his side made a soft thump when it occasionally hit the bed clothes that he was wearing. Shadows came out a little further from the trees to see him clearer.
Dark circles lined the man's face under his eyes as if he had not slept in weeks. His dark braided hair looked as off he had not brushed his hair in years. The night clothes he wore were long and simple, but the belt had to belong to royalty with all off the silver, leather, and small jewels on the sheath. He pulled the sword from the belt where it hung and smoothed his fingers over the naked steel.
Some of the clouds cleared away, perhaps no more than two moved, leaving a small gap for the star light to enter. Illuminating the night it lit the figure and the sword in his hands. As if in a trance the Elf took no notice as the star light drew attention to the sword.
A nice piece off steel it was, but wet blood smeared over the blade. Not enough too make red tears fall, but it was wet enough too see it had been done not long ago. On the upper arm near the left shoulder the dressings that the man wore were wet.
Unknown to any off the shadows, the clearing had been watered in bitter tears and blood.
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I hope you guys can give me some feed back on this. It was an idea I came up with while reading a sad fanfiction. I do not know if it will go on real far, but I will try my best. Like I said only a few seconds earlier, please tell me if there are any problems or anything. I like to improve my work.
May the stars light your path,
~Megan
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Do not run Away From me (Elrond/Glorfinel)
FanfictionCelebrian was killed in the Red-Horn Pass and her husband began to push himself away from the people in his city. With dark nightmares the Half-Elf shuts himself and his emotions away where they can only be seen by night. Glorfindel has been Elrond...
