There are moments in your life when miss someone so much, you just want to pluck them from your dreams and embrace them for real...
Tianne was growing lethargic, idle, wallowing through her days, though it had passed by largely unnoticed by her. She had lingered around Imladris for many moons now, long, even after the brave elves of Vanimar had returned successful in their endeavors to find and rescue their Lord Anglachelm.
Tianne passes on Lady Rainith's counsel that he should seek out Lord Veracano's party.
Gaelimil had left in search of his Lord Anglachelm also, he still bore an injury when he rode out of the Vale hoping to catch up with the others and join in the search. Lady Rainith had counseled Tianne to use what little influence she had with Gaelimil to urge him not to undertake this venture alone but to seek out Lord Veracano and his companions.
Tianne felt great sadness and uneasiness, when Gaelimil rode off, but she knew in her heart that it was something he must do. She had never discovered what lay beneath that which troubled him when he returned from Eregion, several weeks after they had traveled there to seek out the source of his nightmares.
Tianne stands upon the bridge in Imladris looking towards the pass into the vale longing for the safe return of the elves of Vanimar. And as much as it delighted her, that all had eventually drifted home now...only Gaelimil remained out there. She would sit upon the bridge sewing, watching and hoping, despondent at times.
Tianne isolated herself, no longer wishing to answer questions or receive words of reassurance, comfort or such. She had asked many of the Lords and Ladies in Vanimar who had attended the gatherings in the Hall of Fire if they had encountered her companion during their search, and each shook their head with a grim expression. Every time the door would open to the hall, she would look up in the vain hope he may walk through it.
Yet it was one amongst the gathering, Laurelindo, a member of Bar en Vanimar, whom had given her recent food for thought. She was very fond of Laurelindo, he was a kind elf, he played wonderful music and his opinions mattered to her greatly. He had asked Tianne, how she passed the time of day, to which she had replied with some shame "I do not do much with my time Hir". When she admitted to him, that she stood upon the bridge every day looking for Gaelimil's return, Laurelindo looked at her with sadness, but also a hint of disappointment and replied "That is a sad occupation, Lady Tianne".
He was right of course, it was no way to live. But Tianne, could not give up hope, something compelled her to stand upon the bridge every day, she refused to believe he was lost to her, the wind whispered his name to her, this day may be the one that would mark his return, and she could not forgive herself if she was not stood there to see him ride down the path into the vale.
But that did not mean she had to become worthless idling her days away in Imladris, nay it is time she busied herself with other things. But she would never ride so far, that she could not return to the bridge and wait to see if he would return...
A sad occupation indeed, but one she could not abandon yet, not whilst hope remained.
