It is dusk, here. The light splaying across the Arnor contains colors I have no name for. They bloomed up from the bruised dark like a heartbeat, filling the sky with hope. There, across this wild country, I swear I could see you. Your face came in effervescence, promising and bright. And just as quickly, I blinked and you were gone.
These days are harrowing and hard, and at the ends of the earth, I'm reminded why I left the sanctuary of Rivendell, the high hills of Hollin. I fear there is a darkness growing, deep beneath the earth. Something wide and horrible, something more ancient than than all the world. I do not fear something I can fight, but this feels beyond me, beyond us all. If it is not confronted, it will swallow the existence of all good things.
But I will not grow weary as I watch, and I will not be idle as I wait.
It may be months before I can write again, but know that I will hold fast to that image of you, written across the sky. You, who is the north star to my roving feet. Arwen. I will always regard you with the utmost affections. You command my love like the moon controls the ocean. And the depth of that love is just as ancient, just as deep.
Stay safe, Estel
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2019 18:26:05 GMT -5 by Aragorn