Characters: Barahir, Arwen
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In the Uncertain Hour Before Morning
When he was young he watched her leaving...
In the numbness penetrating the City after the King’s death he had been unable to sleep, and spent the night walking the streets.
In the hour before dawn he had seen her: face a mask of anguish, and her body somehow insubstantial...like a candle-shadow.
When he later wrote her story he envisaged her walking her last road, closing the long circumference of her life as she walked it.
He wanted to imagine her face in her last moments as free of anguish, and tranquil, like starlight on water, under the falling leaves.