MIRKWOOD RPG

[LúthienTinúviel]

Tinuiel bowed to the King and turned to follow Mornovarion from the throne room. Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes bespoke of dreaded doom. She clutched the cask of sleep filled water to her breast and wished that she could drink from it and let her doom pass by. But as her fingers tightened around the cask, so too her will hardened to her fate. She knew well she deserved the doom that had befallen her, and she would follow it until it had run its course, despite what evil it may wreak on her.

They were almost to the infirmary. The guards led Mornovarion to a private room, so that his anguished cries would haunt none but Tinuiel. The guards crossed the threshhold with Mornovarion's frail body between them. Tinuiel paused before the doorway for a moment and cast a glance behind her shoulder. It seemed to her that the long years of her life stretched behind her gleaming faintly, but when she turned to look inside the room, she saw only darkness. So this is my doom, she thought. I must willingly walk from light into darkness, with no hope of ever passing through into light again. Tinuiel hesitated no longer. She drew a deep breath and passed into the dim room. The guards looked at her with fear, for Tinuiel's face was already haunted and grim. She beckoned them leave her, and they quickly and gratefully obeyed.

The click of the door as it shut left Tinuiel alone with Mornovarion. He stood facing her. "Lie down," she said softly.