As I surveyed the whole neighborhood, walking down the cliff with a company of Hobbits to escort, and following other Elves, I lost myself in thought, wondering why I was feeling so empty these days.
I barely noticed myself nearly walking towards the Cliffend, and why I nearly fell off. I gasped and swayed, regaining my balance just enough to make it look like I was peering down onto the house below me.
Something was wrong with me today, I did not feel very talkative, and once we managed to get to Nimlith's and Miji's Grove, I withdrew myself as Nimlith made a speech.
"We must..." I slowly backed behind a tree. Peering behind it, I saw Taramthir, our Lord, listening calmly to Nimlith's speech. He caught my eye, and I smiled shyly at him, before I hid behind the tree and blushed a fiery crimson. In my last two thousand years of wandering, I had always felt content to sing. Now, I felt that I was missing something... something which I never noticed before, as I witnessed two hobbits playfully flirting.
I was told of grand tales, tales of Valinor, tales of Battle and Healing, Joy and Sorrow, but I have never been told a true Tale of Love; The Tale of Beren and Luthien. Indeed, I know it's name, but I have never preoccupied myself with reading it during my final years in Eregion where I was first introduced to it's title, being busy with War, healing the wounds, and staying out of harm's way. I had lost the copy of the tale given to me by mother years ago.
"Garo hen, Iell vuin." My mother told me.
"Man te?" I asked, bewildered, as I took a dusty copy of the Tale of Beren and Luthien. Scared, I bundled it up before we ran from our home. I looked back at Eregion, seeing black smoke rise in the distance.
"Av-'osto" My mother hurriedly told me, and when I refused to come, "Daerundros! Boe i 'waenc!"
"I naw nîn û ben naw gîn, Naneth." I said, watching the Black Smoke rise into the Sky.
"Daerundros, Gwaem hi..." I felt myself being dragged away by my father as I fought not to lose control, weeping.
I awakened from my trance, clutching the bark of the Tree behind which I was standing tightly. I pried myself away from the tree and looked around again.
I idly watched as everyone I saw contentedly stood, watching Nimlith, as I stood behind the Tree, not wanting to be spotted blushing crimson, especially not Taramthir... he must not see me like this, searching for something in the midst.
Why, why did I not read the book? Why had I been foolish enough to lose it, a remnant of the past which I had once treasured so greatly, lost to the shadows. It was a piece of my soul, which I so carelessly discarded, which contained something I had only had with family, something I had not felt in a thousand years.
Love.
All I felt.... emptiness.
I watched Taramthir behind the tree again, who was this time looking around the hobbits with curiousity, looking at his handsome features, his perfection...
All at once, with dread and wonder, I realized that I was smitten with the Tûr of the Laiquendi Order...
Melinyes, Ala istan. Man merilyë istië?
