Tears

I wish I would sit here tonight in my bed in my  room at The Plo

*Amorey is sitting at the desk in a little home. Her hair lose down her shoulders, the harp resting by the fireplace. A candle next to her, she writes in silence wiping away tears between the words*

The storm is over, all I can hear are the familiar sounds of the woods at night.

Daerundros stared off into the water absent-mindedly, rather unnerved. She did not notice the person in the trees above her much, being far too embossed in her own business to pay attention. The Well of Life, the Hardest Rock on Arda, and the Brighest Light in the World... what were they?

 I am so tired, and my eyes are burning for the many tears shed tonight, alas I am still awake and unable to sleep. I can hear music playing in my ears...notes and harmonies that are coming back to me, like in a dream that want to be dreamt.