It was high time in Rivendell. The Elves were feasting bu the Burinen that sang its songs under starlight. Long was the night and the purple hues around the stars were worth glimmering in the night.
There walked an elf clad in golden and green. His long tresses glittered softly. His gaze was soft but piercing, as deep was his voice and reassuring. Grass rejoiced under his boots, for he had arrived from afar and now his heart was at rest in the Valley. He knew not what lay before him even the elves sometimes walk in the dark. Yet he cherished and treasured this night of peace and revelry. On the other side of the Burinen, three maidens were dancing.
Music and dancing reminded him of the Elder Days and a smile awakened in his face. He turned his gaze yo to Heavens where stars shone in their purple beds. His tears reflected the starlight. Even though woven with pain, Feathorfin still had hope in his heart. Heaviness of his painful past had not been washed away by running rivers or pouring rain. His gnawing memories could not go away by the flutes and harps of the highest inspiration. Nothing could cure his past, he carried his memories and longing heavily in his heat. Never doubting that his soul will heal the day Darkness leaves Middle Earth. He knew that his journey was long and not close to its end yet.
Feathorfin walked away from the merriment wearing his tears on his cheeks and his pain in his heart. He seated himself on a lonely rock in the night and looked up: Up high, he could see what was, what is and what to come. He knew that the Darkness was going to be swept away. Yet, where would the Dark Lord go ? Would he not come back ? His gaze pierced deeper into the Night but the answers were hidden from him.
The elf rose up from the rock he was sitting on. He strode further along the river.
