In between Life And Death

Blinding flashes of light, terrible screams, and gusts of deafening wind fill the air.

~... Avornith was severely injured in Annuminas... We attempted to track down the Cargul that stole my stone...~

   We laid in wait for the Cargul at the High King's Crossing, attempting to cut off its trek North towards Angmar; Apparently the Cargul decided to take the long route to Angmar through Evendim (If the Rangers' intelligence is to be trusted). After several hours, and no sign of this wraith, we decided that the Cargul must have taken the shoreline of the lake, following the circumference of Evendim's outer borders. We split our small group in two, Calagand and I went to the Northern shore and Avornith took the shore to the South, through Annuminas. 
   
~... I heard her screams as she was captured. The Cargul drove its blade through her stomach, the blade shattering, leaving splinters of darkness in their wake. The wraith was in Annuminas after all, having not yet continued Northwards toward where Calagand and I laid in wait. Despite the distance of the lake between us, such dark energy does not escape my notice. The wraith had her thrown into a small boat, and with one mighty heave, sent the boat drifting towards our direction... She collapsed on the shore, the tendrils of darkness taking her; I gave her respite with the light that I held within my heart, taking her to this very grove, where she would spend a time speaking with me from within her mind, but that was a long time ago.~

   Calagand and I crouched on a cliff face, overlooking the only means out of Evendim from the North. It is still a blur, Avornith had become corrupted by the darkness that consumed her. The wraith found her, and in between periods when I could send her to the grove, she kept telling me to kill her. She begged me to kill her. 
   She caught Calagand off guard, having expected a friend rather than an enemy bent on our destruction. Her blade was drawn mercilessly, wasting no time. Calagand fought hard, but Avornith overwhelmed him with apparent ease. My blade caught many of her blows as she tried to finish him, barley saving the old man's life as he collapsed to the ground from what wounds he had sustained. 

~...But wraith came barreling down the pass on a steed darker than night as soon as she came upon us, he had the perfect distraction...My hands were deft, the bow already in hand,  I shot her in the chest before she could come close enough to strike at me. I did not loose a single arrow, nay I fired four. She collapsed defeated... I'm sorry young one...~

   I challenged the wraith to battle, its very lust for the blood of the eldar was more than its will to flee to Angmar in victory. My stone was to be reclaimed, at any and all costs. The wraith screeched as it turned its steed towards me, Calagand lay motionless, Avornith bleeding to death as the tendrils of darkness released her weakened body.
   A true anger filled me, an anger I had not felt in centuries. The horse was decapitated the moment it was in striking distance, the wraith falling to the ground. I still remember how my blade cut at the nothingness below its blood red robes. I still remember how I was cut to pieces as its blade sliced my flesh open. I still remember how I lunged at that cursed thing and sent us both back to the grove! I could feel the stone in its pocket as I reached for it.

~I produced a vial of light in those last moments, so potent that the very sight of it caused the Cargul to pause. The light was as bright as the two trees as I crushed it in my hand. We were gone in that moment, a flash of light and gone from Middle-Earth... to do battle in this grove for eternity, but eternity is not long enough. I find myself slipping between altered states of wakefulness, telling stories to myself of the past and the recent. I bind us both here under this light, and when it breaks one of us will die and the other will escape. I don't know how long it has been, but it is my hope that Draugmir will return to handle this once and for all. They sensed me when this happened, they know what it means... Insanity... Endless time and insanity... ENOUGH TALK, GIVE ME THE STONE!~

   I don't remember who I am anymore. Sometimes I wonder if the story I keep telling myself is even based on the truth or perhaps I made it up in my imagination. 

The blinding light continues, the wraith screams, and the wind howls ever onward. Two giants locked in an eternal conflict of darkness and light. 

What felt like thousands of years drove Draugheron insane, two voices telling the same story, or perhaps that was the Cargul's doing. Regardless, Draugheron nor the Cargul knew what the end result of this conflict would be. The grove was no longer a place of peace and meditation, it was a place of war, and like all war, there would be a victor...