Left to die by two good friends
Abandoned me and put to sleep
Left to die by two good friends
Tears of god flow as I bleed
The first sensation she recalled was of standing in the little tower in Dol Amroth's fortress where her apartments were. She caught a flash of light out at sea. Compelled to look, she opened the shutters wide and stared. Then a feeling of dizzying motion and a totality of water.
Gold and green, shadow and light. They say the elves love the stars and so it is. But these were strange stars that wheeled and spun in a strange, ever changing asterism. Little creatures spin and whirl then the spectral milky moonlight was blotted out in a jolting moment and she was aware of something else in the water. Something immense and potent. A seemingly endless bulk. Something she'd read about once. A sea animal. Then she saw the great eye. Which observed her keenly as the thing made a long, slow circle round her. She realized with a start that she was under the ocean. This massive thing was floating an arm's length away. Tendrils of seaweed wafted in its wake like loose threads on a frayed robe.
Words came to her mind. There was no sound, only a knowing, “Your friends grieve for a loss. Bid them be at peace and have hope.”
“Why me?” she thought back.
“Because we have a bond, you and I.” And she knew at that moment in whose presence and under whose power she dreamt.
“The boy was not my friend,” she thought, mind whirling. “The apostate Mirdain, Rhavanielle, and the angry daughter of the kinslayer and his lover the Bree girl. Why not appear to them?”
“Because you, kinslayer, have a part yet to play in this.” The thought stung to her heart, though there was no tone of judgment. Only the knowing.
“What must I do? She did not form words, but her puzzlement was manifest to the power in whose gaze she was held.
“Give hope now to one who needs it most. That will be enough for now.”
Ahmo woke with a start, soaked with sweat. But if it were sweat, why was there a tendril of seaweed caught round her ankle?
