2. The Children of Hurin: Little Heart
(order of appearence: Niënor, Morwen, Turin, Morwen, Hurin)
The icy wind swept around her, through her. It pulled her hair, her cloths, her everything closer to the edge. Her eyes stood uncertain but her heart was set. Inching closer to the edge. The chasm was deep as the love she felt, the rocks sharp as the stinging pain in her heart. Her cry was one born of despair as she fell to her death.
The icy water swirled around her, through her as it carried her away.
'My heart, my little heart!' the woman mourned. Ever have I searched for you . Your name was your prophecy, your love was your downfall.
'My heart, my little heart, pierced by the rocks!'
There was no pain in death, only in life when all have abandoned you. The sword at his chest was no longer a threat, it was freedom.
'All that remains is my miserable life! Then take it!' He fell to the ground, consumed by the darkness. He was trapped in the comforting grip of death and he welcomed it as a long lost friend. As his life-giving blood spilled forth he smiled. This was his victory and death had won his prey at last.
His body grew cold as the pain eased away.
'My heart, my little heart!' the woman mourned. Never will you be forgotten. Many names you have carried and with each one a new agony was forced upon you.
'My heart, my little heart, pierced by the sword!'
'My love, beloved, has your strength gone? What are those tears? Their grave be our grave.
Come into my embrace and close your eyes, the world has seen enough of us. It's beauty has faded as has our youth. Come my love, beloved, let us sleep and see if the morning wakes us.'
Morning broke, the air was cold, the sky a faded grey. This night had been their last.
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