hope

Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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Author’s Note: This piece was shaped with a little help from AI. It provided assistance on things like the structuring, some names, shortening some verbose language/ideas as I'd written, and gave me the odd turn of phrase here and there.

Lothlorien had been beautiful. The golden Mallorns were a balm to Envandiel’s soul as she sat under their ancient beauty. Galadriel was a gracious host, and the journey with the Eledhrim of Aurandel and Airingil had been healing. 

I was happy never expecting or making promises.

This one dragged from me, felt important. Yet I do not care what becomes of me now. The stream was my fate; and now my currents carry something to spectacular, ferocious failure... Or success that will heal so much wrong, -- and also break me.  

Or... maybe it won't break me, and that would be even worse.

Surreal
Across the void
Skim the abyss
Fight like a demon

Trapped between
Ahead
Behind

Hope
Remember
Forget

The lost
and found
Both
Red and cold

Surreal
Like the day she laughed

Refractions
Cruel music
Of a dark stream

From a height so tall, water falls falls falls.
Crashes to rocks beneath in a loud call.
With no fear, breaks and scatters in the air.

Have you noticed

How the clouds seem to weep with the strong?

As if to show them

That their sorrowful spilling of tears are not wrong.

As you watch them

They often seem to silently bear,

​​​​​​With smile or laugh,

Dru couldn't help but smile as she walked through the woods, on her way "home".
Somehow, Dav had taken her dark mood and turned it mostly around. Perhaps he simply specialized in changing moods, as it was normally the other way around.
But never had he brought on such dark, terrible thoughts as the night before had brought her.