Rómeniêl
sat with her knees pulled up tightly to her chin and her arms tightly wrapped
around them. A halberd lay by her side and glinted in the moonlight. She rested
her chin on her knees and looked almost curled up like a ball. Slightly she
rocked back and forth, which only added to that impression, but her green eyes
were only fixed on the horizon.
Soft ocean
noises could be heard from below. The moonlight played on the waves and sent a
hauntingly beautiful light up into the air. Softly she hummed a sad tune.
The wind
picked up her long hair, which was still braided in battle braids and lazily
floated in the wind.
Slowly she
stretched and let her feet dangle from the sheer cliff. Her hands wandered up
and began unbraiding her hair, which the wind tucked wilder at her long dark
hair. She inhaled deeply and leaned slightly forward to look down into the
abyss. Waves crashed against the shore and sent foam and water up, that cause
the light of the full moon to break into tiny colourful patterns.
Even more slowly
she got to her knees and ran the hands over her armour. It was beaten and
stained and her gaze fell upon it. She lovingly traced the engraved patterns
and sighed as she slowly unfastened the tight straps, making it easier to
breathe, yet making her feel uncomfortable vulnerable too. She undid the ties
of her wristbands and gloves and removed them paying close attention, before
she tossed them to the ground.
Rómeniêl
looked at the moon and a beloved face seemed to smile down upon her. She
swallowed hard and forced back a tear. She moved onto her knee and knelt, while
taking of her boots.
The cool
rock beneath her feet was damp and almost slippery, so she moved cautiously to
the edge of the cliff and looked down into the dangerous waves. Still fixing the
crushing waves below, she began to loosen the armour some more. Her fingers
could feel where an orcish blade had run past her defences and it hurt to think
of that right now. She could still feel how she had been lifted up when she had
been too weak to walk for herself and blushed. She blushed for this moment of
weakness. Again the stinging feeling of failure pierced her more painful than
any blade that had cut into her flesh.
It became
harder for her to withhold the tears, but she bit her lip as she opened the
last buckle on her armour. Again she ran her fingers over that trusted shell,
that had saved her life more than once.
Still it
was a reminder of so many failures, mistakes and hurts. It was bloodstained
again and that only reminded her that she had failed again. Looking down on her
wrist she traced the fine half moon line and sighed. She had failed to safe
friends, failed to show what was important to her. She had once more failed.
With great
care she slid the armour from her shoulders and pulled it over her head. She
held it out and looked at it in the moonlight. It was dented but strangely
beautiful. Carefully she placed it on the ground, next to her boots and gloves.
Her gaze
stayed fixed on it for a long while, inhaling deeply and feeling the breeze
that went straight through the rough cloth of her shirt.
The night
got darker and only the stars and the moon shone on her pale skin as she took
of her shirt and pants, bathing in the moonlight.
Her pale
skin shone white and her long dark hair trailed after her. She looked up at the
moon and the stars, with a sad look. Her mind raced against time and it raced
with memories of all those she had lost, with all the hurts she carried, seen
and unseen.
Slowly she
spread her arms and tears finally broke free, running down her face. She spread
her arms as if they were wings, sending a prayer to the Valar.
She could
feel the edge of the cliff at her toes.
She could
feel the cold night air that crawled over her skin.
She fell
forward into the abyss.
The wind
rushed past her ears and bit her wet cheeks. She didn’t open her eyes but
embraced the dark and cold night.
A loud
splash could be heard and the waves closed around her. From above the moon
shone as the waves crushed against the cliff.
On top of
the cliff now lay a halberd and a dented armour as the sea below calmed. The
wind rustled in the few blades of grass and no sound but the crushing of waves
could be heard.
Rómeniêl
felt the cold water around her and opened her eyes, blind in the darkness of the
sea. Her lungs ached and suddenly she saw a light. A great calm came over her,
the tears mingled with the salty sea. She didn’t struggle against the cold
water anymore.
Suddenly
her lungs filled with air again and her wide open eyes beheld the moon as she
broke the surface.
Rómeniêl
brushed back her hair and looked up, swimming against the current with ease.
She came to a rock and clambered out the water shivering. There she sat,
wrapping her arms around her knees, watching the moon and the cliff above,
ready to make her way up again soon. There a halberd and an armour awaited her,
for all those who could not see past it.