Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote the sad love, I just fiddle with it.
Author's Note: Yes, I spent my lunch hour sitting in the bright sun outside writing three drabbles about the dark.
The light was doused, a single candle, once guttering and then gone, and all was darkness, the blackness pressing in upon him. It minded him of shadowed depths within the Seeing Stone, calling his hidden name; of inksome tentacles reaching out, straining to strangle him and pull him down, into the endless dark.
A voice drew him from these grim rememberings; cool as silvered moon and golden as setting sun. The starlight in her eyes drew him to her side.
"Come to bed, melethron nin. Lie by me and I shall guard you - from the darknesses without and within."