The Dark Lord’s mistress swept into the room. Her dark black dress flowed out beneath her and her hair streamed behind her head.
“M’lord…we need to talk. The army responsible for the destruction of Lorien and the Mirkwood relm, have been destroyed themselves. Some unknown force roams Middle Earth and is whipping out the entire population of evil that is invading the Elven realms. I ask for your permission to send out re-enforcments to the existing armies.”
“Meneldil,” asked Earwen,” have you ever felt like your life is dull and grey with nothing to be proud and confident about…and suddenly this being comes in and invades your bleak existence changing everything you feel, everything you think? Your world is filled with briliant color and it is the most uplifting, comforting thing you have every felt? Your entire essence is turned upside down, by this one person?”
Earwen blushed a light shade of pink that mirrored the colors of the setting Sun. She tipped her head and looked away slightly. Meneldil grasped her chin lightly between his first finger and thumb. He lifted her head and looked deeply into her eyes. Earwen closed the distance between them and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer as she was enveloped entirely in his presence. They swam in the warmpth of eachothers powerful spirits. Meneldil finnally pulled away and removed his hands from the crook of her back.
“You have been my glistening star in the darkness for the past few days since our meeting. Don’t let the peril that fills this world dampen your vibrance.”
He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead softly.
“Come, we must reach Lorien before nightfall, for I feel the presence of a much more formidable foe.”
Earwen grabbed at her sword from it’s resting place next to her on the wooden flet they slept on. She sighed as she realized she was in the safest place in Middle Earth. It was spring in the Wood. The trees raidiated with a golden light that had no distinguishable source. It was still night in Lorien, but the trees were studded with twinkling stars of light as the Elves uncovered their silver lanterns.
She peered over the edge of the flet and saw slim elves clad in light greys and greens speeking quickly quietly at the base of the mallorn tree she slept in. Earwen caught fleeting words of their conversation but it was not enough to be a substantial. One of Elves spotted her and looked at her in a way that made her uneasy. She rolled onto her back and stared into the whispering baughs of the tree. Their sweet songs lulled her into a daze that is found right on the borders of sleep.
Earwen heard a movement next to her. She sat up immediately and looked around her. She sighed. It was only Meneldil. He was sleeping at her side, wrapped in pale grey blankets. He stirred and awoke. Meneldil sat up and looked over at her.
“You should get some rest. You know these borders are extremely well protected.”
“Speak for yourself!” Said Earwen sarcastically. She laughed and winked at him. He smiled and chuckled to himself and layed back down. She lay down again too and drifted to sleep.