| In the beginning... |
[26 Sep 2004|10:05pm] |
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Her eyes twitched, and she groaned rolling over.
She could roll over. Her body leapt and inhaled sharply while her eyes flew open, only to be blinded by what little light was in the room. Nothing was familiar, just the face she saw squinting in the mirror across from the bed she'd been sitting in. Crawling to the foot of the bed, her body shook with fear and desire. Where am I? What's happened? She thought. Sitting back, she mulled over all she could remember and thought aloud.
“The sky flew,” she said, “and the stars fell; light and dark had finally dueled. The maniacal symphony was made.” The realization was beyond belief, but she continued to relive the experience, “The steady, angelic strength of Manwë could be heard above Melkor’s harsh, reckless malevolence. Then there was only light.”
That light was the last Celebrían had seen until now. The harmony that was never meant for the ears of the children of Ilúvatar would be her most beautiful yet painful experience.
But how have I returned. She thought. How is it that my body is intact, not scarred? Had the Fëanturi placed me in some beautiful dream? Will my children and husband soon fly through those doors?
Climbing out of the bed, she made her way to the window and slowly pulled the curtain. The new city fought for space in Celebrían’s eyes beside the tears as she looked on all of those who had awakened below.
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