Chronicles of a Sword (Chapter I - Reiven)
While the sword was catching the light of the day, resting now on the closed lid of the chest Reiven reminded me the day the Sword was lost, as I could forget it myself. Years ago, she was overwhelmed and tormented by something evil that struggled to control her. She had seek wisdom and help in Rivendell but no one yet gave her an answer. And one day, a elf she recognized from dark dreams attacked her on sight. Was the strength and fast reaction of Veryacano that saved her, for he disarmed the attacker and threw the weapon in the Falls of Imladris. Later she came to call her attacker a dear friend, and he died to release her of her demons.
She mourned him and never fully found peace. And she thought she hears him in her dreams asking for his sword. So she went to find it.. and found it, no matter the odds the fast stream would move it in years.
I frowned. He was dear to me too. But I saw no way he could want his sword back, no on this side of the Sea. She took a step back like I had slapped her or called her crazy. I took her hands in mines and told her I understand her. That I mourn him too still. But that sword was no good. She should put it safe and away. And let it wait there, for her to take it over the Sea someday, when her time will come to seek the West. Another power will there cancel any curse it bears. But is not to be wielded here, and not her to wield it. Even as I was speaking the feeling I knew better, had more strength against any curse of it and could handle this better weight heavy upon me, and envy and sadness it was not me my friend would seek to fulfill a last wish poisoned my heart.
She took the sword and put it in the chest and the room seemed darker. My advice seemed to have made her mood darker and she looked more sad and confused than before. I told her words of comfort and rushed out. Am I cursed to be unable to help my friends?