Reiven stood still before the falls of Imladris, feeling the refreshing touch of its spray on her skin. For the first time her heart calm and mind was silent. To her It was more like awakening from a dream which she has been captive for a long time. Her memories for the past couple of weeks were misty that she could only remember the darkness and strong pain.
The pain which lifted the mist wrapping her mind, her senses… Reiven shivered as she remembers lying on the cold granite altar, recalled the voice scratching her ears. She heard his commanding voice.
Daeliths’ voice, a black swan amongst in his kin…
A tortured soul and hands tainted with sin…
Yet it was the very same hands taken his life and saved her...
The very same soul cleansed the darkness that trying to root in her...
Wind whirled around the she elf and carried a single red colored autumn leave. Reiven reached her hand causing the sleeve of her dress slide down and revealed her now taintless wrist. The lonely leaf landed on her hand with a gentle touch, making a precise contrast on her pale skin…
When time will come, have peace in death Daelanthe son of Daenaro
Antan vanda sa, var melda en lle ar’ bar-en-Vanimar
I give promise to protect friends of yours and your house Vanimar
[OCC: I really like to thank you all who helped, participated or read this adventure. Now it ends here but it is just going to be the beginning. And for the ones who likes to learn what happened you can check out Turuviels' story (laurelinarchives.org/node/5217) I don't want to duplicate the same story and wrote about after.]
