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Post by atarielxaldarion on Jan 6, 2007 5:11:08 GMT -5
She walked slowly. Rivendell again. The sweet city she had left for so long. Everything almost came back to her in a rushing daze. The delicate scent of a hundred summers filling her head. The sweetness of the honeysuckle in the garden as she passed. None would recognise her now. Nonetheless, she was one who had lived in this enchanted city all her life.
Her name was Atariel'
She was changed. From the very dip of her slim shoulders, she was graceful, but different because she was the same. The same as every other elf. She could play, laugh, sing as much as she wished. Atariel' could talk. She would talk. She would talk and t ell the whole world how foolish she had been. Golradir had passed to the Grey Havens while she was gone. Her adar! The one who had taken care of her when no one else wished to.
The city was almost silent as she passed, gliding ino the garden she had always loved. A slender wood seat blossomed out of the ground, and she closed her eyes.
"Come on, Adar!"
Silent echoes of her past. So sad, so sad.
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