The sorrowful song of Eregion ever weaves the veils of despair upon our fëar, yet as I raise my eyes and look upon the starlit heavens my heart rejoices. The jewels of Elbereth, the clearest lights of Arda...Still they are resting above my gaze, and as ever, in times of great sorrow her ever-bright beauty remains. It shall be my wish for this night, that looking upon the celestial embroidery will fill us with hope once again, one that is so oft cried for on the journey of shadows we dared to begin.
And so to her light I sing my hope, and, as lilies of silver, hope blooms from my quiet whisper. Comforting for my dear husband, and spreading upon the settlements that are no more, until the horizon is gilded with radiance of Anor once again. Colored as spring roses it shall come, as it was many dawns before, and it shall bring memories most dear to the hearts of those that planted pride upon these lands, now returning at last to gather the dried petals of the memories it wrought.
Yet this hour sings not yet of Anor, and the shimmering remnants of the past never cease. Now, among many a thought, they bring me the request of Tuilerie.
"Please have a look at it," she offered and as her hand opened up to give me the stone, a great trust warmed our shaded wooden abode; one I shall not betray with waiting anymore.
In her words, as in her steps, Tuilerie is restless. She wishes to follow her path, yet of no certainty is her mind, and it seems to me, that of no certainty is the realm where that path shall lead her at last.
Her stone is of mysteries and it remains cold, even as the warmth of my caring hand is upon it; and I let the vision of the skies touch its polished, glittering surface once again. The little pebble is the one of youth and daring spirit, as restless and as quick as Tuilerie's own steps, as quiet and as courageous as her mind. Its hidden tale is not one of fear, but one that shall not be told to those untrustworthy.
For moments I watch the radiance of night reflecting upon its surface and my lips dance into a quiet whisper once again:
"To Elbereth, crowned in many stars, I raise my plea. To Lady of the Lands of Bliss Eternal, to listener of many voices and steps, I cry to be kind to the ones that are lost, and beg of the Elder King for their sake as well. As from His high seat all paths are seen, and even paths that remain lost to us, to His eyes are revealed.
Queen, let your radiance brighten the sorrows of Tuilerie, so as with many others, her path shall be revealed to intertwine with the road chosen by the one whose steps have long become quiet within the realm of Middle-Earth."
I look upon the stone once again, its song remaining hidden and I follow back to where we settled for the night.
Tuilerie is resting by the fire still, her eyes now filled with visions of flames long gone and I gently place the stone beneath the cloth of her resting place.
"Dream," I whisper before leaving it under her bedding.
