In the pages of a leather bound journal full of technical schematics and rambling thoughts, there is a charcoal and ochre sketch of an much younger Silwë gazing into the eyes of a joyful, fair haired elleth. She beams up at him in return, and on the facing page, poetry or musical lyrics copied carefully and deliberately, marred by water—a few errant tears.
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I am able to talk now Always entwined I believe in love
I believe in love I believe in love |
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OOCly: "I Believe" is written and performed Beborn Beton [listen here]


