Days are melting away in Rivendell,
The sacred haven for many but not for me… not this time…
The treatments that Lady Isilmewen applied on the bruise, athelas infusions and burned some mixed with oils on the bruise… not the bruise, it turned into a real tattoo… visible… touchable… real… has no effect.
The flask of potion, miruvor that Lord Anglachelm gave to ease my pain is helping just for a slight moment and magic blueberry pies which Lady Ilmawen bakes gives me another…
Sometimes my body couldn’t endure staying awake any longer and I… and I’m falling into that endless darkness. A darkness where not a single beam of light can reach..
I’m losing hope as the riders keep coming back empty handed,
I’m losing my belief as acting like all going better… I’m lying to my friends…
I’m lying to Fui
I’m lying to Oitur… and Volina…
I’m lying to myself even I can foresee what is coming.
I can hear it’s calling me, promising peace and ease…
Tender embrace of darkness is all I have to accept… So easy… so tempting…
I should save them before I lost my way…
I should take this curse away from these sacred lands…
I should free them of this burden… my burden… not any other…
I should make a plan… make a plan to make sure leaving them in safety…
