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Valinor, a land of great unimaginable beauty to those who had never set eyes upon it; an unattainable gem for those who wished for it. Though the image was ignored completely by the Queen as she stood on the shores, feet bare as the waves kissed her skin. Pale hair fluttered in the wind trailing behind the elf who was far away in thought. Something was calling her, pulling her far from the shores back into the depths of middle earth. And she followed, with no protest she was escorted aboard the ship that would return her to familiar shores. 

The journey was long, but  Ethileth found that she held nothing but patience as she gazed over the water waiting for the first signs of land. As it finally came her heart soared in anticipation, her eyes would fall once more on her home; her family. Though as much as she wanted to believe it would be a happy reunion her gut suggested other wise. A feeling that only intensified the closer she drew to her woodland realm, and when her eyes landed on the wood at last her heart ached. ❝ Oh, my beauties . . . What has become of you? Such sickness . . .❞ It had consumed the ancient forest, draining the beauty and away from all it touched. With a heavy heart the she-elf pushed forward aiming for the forests center; passing by all in the early hours as if time itself stood still for her. 

It seemed like an impossible journey, the path to him seemed longer than the ride returning from Valinor. Be it from the anticipation or the pit in her stomach Ethileth wasn't sure. Moving from hall to hall her crystal eyes searched, finding him at last upon his throne. The queen found she was only able to breath one simple phrase as she entered the room. *❝ Melamin at last. . .❞

The fellowship had come to rest in Lórien, and with them came a tide of mixed emotions. Some of the woodland dwellers carried an apprehensive air; keeping their distance from the group. Curiosity had been a natural response but there was an air of indifference. Some would pass by the group and not spare a second thought. Ethuil found that she was some where in the center of the whirlpool feeling a combination of emotions. The she-elf had to admit she found the make up of the party very intriguing, an elf, hobbits, a dwarf all mixed with each other and man. Not something one was accustomed to seeing.

Ethuil was slowly moving though the trails of the forest always on guard for anything that seemed out of place. One foot in front of the other she glided along the trails listening with a heavy heart as her kin sang for the fallen wizard. She walked with a heavy heart, holding on to many fond memories of the man from his visits. The sound of sticks breaking ahead drew the elf back from thought, heavy feet falling against the woodland path. She could make him out just ahead, the man of Gondor from the group, though it didn't take a trained eye to see something was troubling him. ❝ Mae govannen warrior. ❞ She offered in greeting as she drew closer. Normally Ethuil would wait for the response before continuing forward, but today was becoming a different sort of day. ❝ The woods can be a place of great reflection. Does something trouble you? ❞

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In the safest place in Middle Earth, Boromir could not find rest. Among the leaves and starlight, he could still see fire, shadow and death. The Ring’s words echoed in his head, increasing as each step brings them closer to Mordor and Minas Tirith.

His head lifted from his hands, he would not sleep tonight either. Seeing that the hobbits were at rest, he arose and began to walk. His feet found a path and the elven voices in the trees grew fainter. In his mind, a thousand thoughts whirled round and he could not focus on any of them. There seemed to be no solution and for the first time in his life Boromir felt the loss of control and his inability to truly handle the situation. His fingers raked through his hair as he contemplated it all. Under the immense pressure, the son of Gondor was breaking.

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               “Have you come expecting a happy reunion?”

Fair though she was since the day he’d met her, his heart  was no more than a red block of ICE. Numbness flowed in his veins, and vengeance in his mind. What once was a venerable ruler became nothing more than a dark husk of an Elf. Even his love for his queen had withered away, and her return meant little. 

       She was not fast enough. 

Rising from his throne, the hilt of his sword cool against his palm, he slid the blade back to its sheath, though it was more of a threatening gesture.

                                         “Too late, I’m afraid.”

                                              “Two-thousand years too late.”

Maybe she had, though no amount of naivety in the world could convince her that everything would return to the way it had been. With a tone shrouded in ice and a demeanor to match the elf was sure something had changed; he was no longer the man she had known so long ago. Perhaps she was some what to blame, though it was something that couldn't have been helped. ❝ I had no expectations. . .❞ The former queen spoke in a soft tone as her heart weighed heavily in her chest. With each beat each pluck of the delicate heart strings the she-elf. A strong wave of guilt flooded into her senses as  Ethileth observed him everything about him was different than it once was. It was evident that his heart was no longer a warm and loving organ. ❝ Melamin. . . ❞ She spoke the words with clear hesitation in her noble tone, it almost felt wrong to speak to him in such a familiar tone when she had caused him so much pain. Averting her eyes Ethileth rethought her words, pondering on exactly what she should say. His words stung that alone left a heavy weight on her chest.  Eyes trailed after the man as he rose from his throne the queen remained on edge. There was no trust. Something that broke the her heart with every beat. ❝ Heruamin, I never intended to bring you such pain. .  ❞

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