S.A 2057
The sun shone brightly, its rays illuminating the path, while a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of flowers and the melodious songs of birds as Mistamë and Simawen embarked on their journey back to Harlond. Orneth couldn't help but notice the transformation in Simawen. Her once rosy cheeks now appeared pale, and her slender figure seemed fragile, akin to a delicate leaf swaying in the wind. The absence of news from Marilo weighed heavily on her heart, and she longed for his presence. Orneth empathized with her pain, for she, too, carried the burden of her unfulfilled longing for Falchon.
Siryawen, who had just bid farewell to her sister Simawen, walked alongside Orneth as they made their way to their respective guesthouses. Sorrow weighed heavily in Siryawen's eyes, and a longing expression crossed her face. With a gentle voice, she spoke, "An era has come to an end." Orneth understood the wistful sentiment and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, but every ending paves the way for new beginnings. We still have loved ones we are waiting for, and there are new chapters waiting to unfold. Do you have a reason to stay?" she inquired. Siryawen's gaze softened, and she shared her purpose. "I have many reasons to remain. My sister is grieving and in need of my support. Managing their large household has become overwhelming, and many of the servants have departed. I frequently travel to Harlond to lend a helping hand and provide solace."
Siryawen's curious gaze met Orneth's, her eyes filled with quiet interest. "And what about you, Lady Orneth? Will you soon depart for your home in Forlindon?" she asked. Orneth nodded gently. "Yes, I have deep connections there and cherished friends I hold dear." Siryawen looked away for a moment before carefully adding, "I know you had a close relationship with Manyamë's son, Lord Falchon. Have you received any news from him in recent years?" Orneth wasn’t surprised by the question; she suspected Siryawen might know more about Falchon’s well-being than she did. "Unfortunately, I haven’t. What about you, Lady Siryawen? Have you heard anything, perhaps through your sister?"
Siryawen's expression softened with a hint of sadness. "I’ve only received one message from him." Orneth felt a sting in her heart, wondering why he had chosen to reply to Siryawen and not her. Seeing Orneth's reaction, Siryawen continued, "Falchon has always held you in high esteem, Lady Orneth. He admires you greatly, and I must admit, I felt envious of your close friendship." Her words unsettled Orneth, and she replied carefully, "I wasn’t aware you two were acquainted." Siryawen explained calmly, "He used to visit me in the enclaves years ago, showing interest in my healing abilities. We decided to stay in touch. He values me as much as I value him."
Orneth’s heart sank. She could sense that Siryawen was holding something back, and it was clear Falchon hadn’t shared everything with her. Being Noldor like Falchon, Siryawen shared a connection with him that Orneth couldn’t quite ignore. "Falchon is a noble soul. I hesitate to reveal too much, but I do seek answers," Siryawen admitted, her gaze reflecting both vulnerability and admiration. Orneth’s thoughts swirled with questions she couldn’t voice. How deep was Siryawen’s affection for him? What kind of bond did they share? How close were they?
Siryawen lowered her head and replied softly, "I cannot hide the truth, Lady Orneth. I do love him, and I believe our paths are intertwined." Orneth felt a mix of astonishment and understanding. There was something indescribable about both Marilo and Falchon that had the power to change those who encountered them, for better or worse. Many were captivated by their mystique, and it was not uncommon for people to be drawn to them. Looking away, Orneth responded, "Although your words sting, I am not entirely surprised. Falchon is a rare soul, with a kind heart. He carries many burdens, and in his own way, he has made me feel special by seeking my advice and assistance, just as I believe he did with you. His demeanor and striking appearance only add to his allure." Siryawen met Orneth's gaze and said, "But he does not love me, Lady Orneth. I believe his heart belongs to you." Orneth shrugged slightly and replied, "I do not know. He has never expressed such feelings to me. His duties and future lie with the army, not with me or you. He has sworn an oath, and that is where he will remain."
Siryawen looked at Orneth with warmth in her eyes. "I hope you don't harbor any ill feelings towards me for being so straightforward, Lady Orneth. I hold great respect for you and consider you a remarkable lady." Orneth smiled sadly and replied, "How could I bear any animosity towards you, Siryawen? It is not our fault that we have been deeply affected by him. We are likely not the first nor the last to fall under his spell. Lord Falchon possesses a rare essence that easily captures one's heart. He is troubled, and those who care for him are drawn to help." Siryawen smiled and shared her thoughts, "Lady Orneth, I hope we can both find a way to move forward. We have spent too many years waiting for someone who may be unable or unwilling to fully commit." Orneth nodded in agreement, longing for it to be true. However, her heart was intertwined with Falchon's, especially now that they had Falchiel together. He was no longer a person she could simply forget and move on from. Orneth smiled sadly at Siryawen and said, "Only time will reveal what the future holds for us, Lady Siryawen. Let us pray for his safety."
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