Reiven stood still before the falls of Imladris, feeling the refreshing touch of its spray on her skin. For the first time her heart calm and mind was silent. To her It was more like awakening from a dream which she has been captive for a long time. Her memories for the past couple of weeks were misty that she could only remember the darkness and strong pain. 

Dearest twin,

And thus came the darkness; a veil of black shadows hovering over the world I have grown to love. My own dagger brought it down upon us, though it was not my hand that guided it. Long have I wondered, but to no avail - questions remain unanswered, and the riddle will never be solved. I threw the weapon away, I will never lay my hands on it again. A river of tears I cried that night, and to Vardas stars I screamed and wailed, though my voice was not heard by any creature or Arda, for it was only the voice of my heart that spoke.

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