Calidis

I have risen early, slipped into a robe and wandering up to the gleaming Dwarrow Mirror high above Tol Lochul to greet the dawn. Stars are still gleaming in the velvet blue sky as I reach my perch, arrange my implements, and begin to draft this account. 

(For reference, see A Dirge in Red and Reunion, along with lots of other stories - Xan's Humble Chronicler)

Dawn traced a thin line of gold across the horizon as Xanderian sat crosslegged in the grass on Tol Lochul, at the feet of a marble statue of Celebrimbor. The massive marble fortress of The House of Three Graces was at her back as she slowly, carefully polished and sharpened her sword, Lovelorn.

Eduwiges of Faldham rode in through a small side gate on the massive oval wall of Minas Tirith. The detritus of battle engraved on her from helm to boots. Weariness darkened her face like a starless night weighed down by gravity. Normally graceful in her movements she clambered down off of Oenone and staggered as her legs took the weight of her body. Eduwiges stepped forward and wrapped her adrenaline weakened arms around her steed’s neck in love and gratitude.

All my days have been song. Powerful, exultant, discordant, thunderous.

Song gave me light, and brought me darkness. Long days of darkness and refection until I felt a kindred spirit in the haze. I touched him, and learned he called himself Aegrod and he was beautiful and I loved him so and I sang to him with all he had seen and would see, but he was busy and complicated and afraid and not listening. He named me Hastaina in his clumsy, halting speech and sent me away. Away.