Current mood:

contemplative

Stay or Go
I spent most of the night sitting up, watching over Vorladien as she rested. The Light of Luthien had enveloped her and claimed her strength and she lay, exhausted, in her bed. In her dreamy state, as the healers stood by, she called me her melamin and held my hand. I fought the urge to answer and just squeezed her slender hand in acknowledgement.

She knew that I wouldn't leave her... At least not now.

Had she been well, I would have departed for a short time, sneaking through Mirkwood in order to fetch some provisions that were needed, doing everything I could to not be seen nor heard by the guards and especially by my father.

For now, it seems, that I must stay by her side, for if I spoke of leaving, her heart would break from worry or sadness. I don't think I could live with her becoming ill from a shattered heart or a feeling of lonliness.

It's becoming less easy and all the more frustrating for us to hide our feelings. Our gestures towards eachother are becoming more open, less subtle and surrepetitious. Soon, very soon, a choice must be made and something must be done...

Arwen Undomiel of Rivendell arrived in Lorien to see My Light and how she was faring. I don't know exactly of what they spoke, for I left to give them some time. Vorladien told me that she was considering revealing to The Evenstar our plans, but I'm not sure whether or not she followed through with it. In all honesty, I would be content either way. I have come to realize this one fact: no one is going to be happy about this (at least not completely). The entire forest of Mirkwood and Lorien will be displeased with our action, but I am willing to take that risk.

Because either way, something will be lost...