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Faeirex and Hfäinién
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Date Posted: 20:22:59 05/22/02 Wed
Faeirex walked silently back to the chambers that had been designated to her. Like clouds across the sun, her melancholy had fled from her with the first breath of wind, of change.
The fight had been interesting to say the least. She would know more when she battled Aragorn herself of course, but for now what she had seen was enough. In the secret places of her heart, she smiled. Everything was slipping into place.
The fingers of night were only just beginning to touch the sky, yet already she felt the urge to rest. It must have taken more effort than she had thought to contact Hfäinién. She slipped easily from the liquid-like fabric of her dress and laid her head down on the soft pillow, the feathery mattress of the bed enfolding her willowy form. Carelessly flinging the door shut and the shutters open with a single word, she let the world of dreams take her.
*****
She knelt on the ground beside Eriále. Blood flowed freely from the deep wound in his chest. Picking up the dagger in her bloodstained fingers, she carefully wiped it clean on his clothes, then replaced it in her belt. Eriále groaned. He was not dead yet.
"Amin hiraetha," she said quietly. "Utuaa'lle i'seere e'gurtha lle uum'cael e'coia."
He opened his eyes. Blue as the sky above her, and deep as the ocean. And she was drowning, struggling for breath.
He didn't attempt to speak, just looked at her with an expression of incredible sadness on his face.
And she did nothing, just watched as the light slowly faded from his eyes.
It was done. Eriále lay dead before her. Gaelan to his left, Sienal to his right. It was done, and she had begun. Her path lay open before her, and there could be no turning back now.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
*****
Faeirex sat up in bed with a gasp. Tears streamed from her eyes as freely as blood had streamed from Eriále's body so long ago. It had killed him then, and her guilt would kill her now.
Cariale's warning was suddenly clear. Hfäinién was taking it's vengeance upon her, and in a truly terrible way. Hfäinién was showing her her past.
Old agonies relived themselves as she remembered those first three deaths, clear as the stars outside. How many more would she have to watch? How many more people dying slowly in front of her? So many deaths, so many wasted lives. So much pain.
Hfäinién would kill her.
***
*I'm sorry
*May you find the peace in death you could not have in life
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