Love

Seasons In Rivendell - A Poem For My Beloved Calaerneth.

If I was the bloodstained earth,

You would be my blooming trees.

To joy and love, you gave birth.

Lady of life, light of the Seas.

If I was the deep blue sea,

You would be my starry sky.

The bright, late Summer sun hung in the sky above them, wisps of cloud trailing through the great blue expanse. A cool breeze rustled through the leaves of the apple trees nearby, and outside the orchard fields of bright flowers swayed gently. Butterflies fluttered around the flowers, and flocks of birds danced across the sky.

At evening often it happens yet,

When the rest of our night is free,

That a veteran old from the war is met,

And we chat about Ynel of Bree.

Though sullen the man may have been before,

More kindly his face now grows,

And his gray moustache doth a curl come o'er,

And smile on his visage grows.

He thinks how oft from the battle-plain,

or from long-day's travel incur

And wearied, came he a pint to drain,

in the Prancing Pony with her.

The steady clip clopping of hooves on paved road fills the air, accompanied by the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle, warm wind. The air was pleasant, riding in the shade of tall fir trees to keep the sun off his back, and relaxing in the southern wind coming up from behind.

Leaves rustle as the warm summer breeze rushes through the trees and the water rushes along the stream that ran through the village, Aren smiles as those sounds are joined the clip clopping of heavy hooves, plodding along the paved bridge. Flowers were blossoming in the village as the sun shone down, a warm and bright day to match his emotions. He was home at last.

On a fine, late autumn morning, Inayat woke to find the other side of the bed empty, Arenborn already awake and out of bed. However, beside the bed, is a flash of colour. 

Aren had been struggling with communicating in the last year of his life, on account of his newly acquired lack of voice. Once he had been a very talkative young man, happy to chat about anything with anyone. But when that was taken away, he became a much different person. He started off writing messages to people, using the little book he carried tucked into his belt. It was an adequate tool, unless the other person couldn’t read. Then there were other problems with it.

I don't know.

Can I ever love again?

Why would he do this?

I just don't understand.

She approached as I was leaving the shop. It was sunny, I was happy. I don't remember her name. 

She slept with Tim. Tim and her slept together. I don't blame her. She didn't know of me till after I think. I can't remember too well. How he could do this. How?  Why? I loved him! He said he loved me! We were married! We have a baby!

The day had started in the best ways if you ask Heim, waking up in the house with his belvoed Edwenna at his side, gently breathing and sleeping there in the bed, Heim gazed upon her for a moment as he smiled for himself before he moved out of the bed and put his green robe on, smiling even more so as he felt the box in one of the pockets. He then walked out of the bedroom quietly and down the stairs and out of the house, the sun was already warming and beautiful, he made his way down to the lake where he got out of his robe and dove into the lake.