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A warm wind blew past her face. It caressed her face, like a mother caressing a child who had just returned home. It was a rare breeze, for the thick trees of Mirkwood would normally seal it off from its insides. The feeling swept through the stoic Elf, who had been wandering through the old woods. All of a sudden, she halted in her steps, hearing a small drop of water drip and echo throughout her mind. Her lips were pursed; her pose rigid. Her eyes surveyed the area before her. As far as she was concerned, she was near no stream, river, or any source of water for that matter. She cocked her head and listened, mystified about what she had heard. At last she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as if in a trance. A mere moment passed before she heard something once more… a trickle. The hum of rushing water gradually grew louder and louder until the sound of falling glass burst through her conscience. The resonance was soft, yet it rang clear. Straight away, her eyes flew open in surprise. The Elf looked up to the canopy of the forest, the sound of her breathing the only noise present. A ray of sunlight splashed upon her face, the hood of her dark mantel falling back into gentle folds. Her long, black hair draped her back as a small glimmer returned to her eyes. She felt something come off her, like being dipped in water to come out anew… As if the ice that held her entire body fast was finally thawing in the presence of the sun. Her gaze went back to eye level as she drew both her hands up. Her eyes followed the curves of her palms as she turned her hands over, inspecting them. She was moving, the feel of her muscles and skin slowly returning to her. Her stare went to the light that filtered through the boundaries of the forest. A warm wind brushed against her skin once more, calming her unruly emotions. Her thoughts shifted to faint memories that lay buried deep within her heart. Of her parents, whose names escaped her now but longed to remember. She remembered her mother’s smile, her father’s laugh. It was as if the day was the start of spring, the remnants of winter slowly melting away. At once she yearned to see them again, yet she knew her mind was riddled with tribulations that blocked such a wish from being pursued. And even deeper still, a gem was uncovered: Valinor. The word gleamed with a soft light; it was the epitome of happiness that she had long since forgotten. Tales and stories filled her mind to the brim with their words. They were words of white shores, of silver glass, of clear waters that lapped against the land. Valinor, she thought. What ship can bear me hence? Abruptly, a dark feeling spread throughout her and she instinctively brought her hands to her chest with a snap. The thumping of her heart increased. Pain wracked throughout her body and she felt herself collapse on the forest floor with a thump. Her breathing became heavy and a small shriek entered her ear – a scream of a newborn child. It vibrated her eardrum incessantly, threatening to make it burst. Many voices followed afterwards and she bowed her head low, her chin touching her chest as she covered her ears with her hands in pain. A fire surged through her, the heat making her convulse in agony. The screams and pain continued in wave after wave, until they finally petered out and silence returned to the forest. Slowly her muscles relaxed and her dark eyes drifted upwards. Guilt filled her to the core as a silent awareness crept through her mind. Was it her? Was it her who had caused the pain of all those faceless and nameless people? With a heavy heart, she removed her hands from her ears and gradually sat up. A small fear awoken inside of her – fear that the cries would start once more and leave a much deeper cut than they had before. But nothing was deeper than the emptiness that she was left with. A lone tear slid down her cheek. She caught it with surprise, but soon buried her face in her hands. She would not be able to sail to the Undying Lands… Not with everything she had done. Her kin would not accept her… surely they would not. Gingerly, she picked herself up from the ground and began to make her way out of the forest, finding with small surprise how her feet recognized the terrain effortlessly. She exited the woods and her hands came to her eyes as she came under the sun. Gradually, her arms lowered at her sides as she adjusted. Her lips parted in surprise at the beauty the land before her displayed. She could feel the wind freely now, as it gently stroked her body. The brilliant blue of the sky caught her eyes. Recollections returned – the smell of sunshine, the feel of rain, the scent of morning dew on the green grass. Yet she was not content with such feelings. Her mind strayed to Valinor, of the crimes she had been branded with. However, with her sadness came unbridled hope – hope and longing to make right whatever wrongs she had committed. Already she could feel her life waxing and waning… her time upon Middle-earth was coming to its end, although she was unaware how it came to be. A word came to her… was it a name? Instinctively, she opened her mouth and let free three syllables. They rolled off her tongue with a surprising ease, like a familiar song memorized by heart. “Berien.” Her mouth was dry from her lack of speech, but still her voice came. She had not heard it before, but it did not sound foreign to her ears. She let it be carried by the wind and into the lands afar. |
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