Awakening in the Whiteness of Forochel
Do not die…
Not here, not now…
There was only blind fear filling my heart when I stood before the dragon statues. A big blank deprived of anything. No sound, no color, no scent…
It was like the day you fall in dol guldur…
I can taste the same bitterness in my mouth. I can feel my hands wet with blood of yours..
I only want to fall into a deeper darkness where I can be free of these feelings, these memories..
Do you trust me?
As deep as I dive into the darkness I can still hear you…
Do not die…
Not here, not now…
No, it’s not you but then who?
Is it the pine trees scent I’m breathing?
Is it the cold breeze of the snow touching my skin?
Is it the sun light leaking from my lashes?
Old woman of the north opened the heavy fur door of the tent releasing a tick smoke out. “Elf” she told “now awoke”. Anordill said nothing but a nod of his head before walking into the tent.
“I told you’re sleeping more than a man” he said.
Meiva turned her confused looks over him with an obvious question in her eyes.
“Where are we? Why?”
“We are in Forochel” said Anordill if it explains everything.
“Forochel… but why and…” She elfs’ voice faded
“Because you acted stubbornly in Angmar to study those ugly dragon statues even I warned you..” Anordill hardly kept his voice down before he continues. “You changed… not physically. You stopped talking not that I missed but you were nor eating neither sleeping… Then that time came you fell down unconscious before that bloody statue..”
“And you took me to Forochel?”
Anordill shrugged recklessly “As far as I took you from Angmar your sleep seemed to become calmer and I rode our way to Ost Forod where I was hoping to find some help for you. But they said you have no wound to cure with potions and told about some people in the north.. some sort with spiritual abilities.”
Meiva looked speechless “Why did you do that?”
Anordill smiled wryly “It worth to see the look on your face”
As she was trying to offer her thanks she didn’t know which was disturbing more, owing her life to a Dúnadan or Anordill.
