[The past month had been an exercise in patience ( Read more... )

...My Queen?

[Lana'thel is not there when Valanar opens his eyes.  Neither is his brother, nor the windless silence of the Crimson Halls, where he should have awoken.  Warmth swims around him, dares to touch his unliving flesh.  He scowls as that breeze dares further than that, stirring the hair over his brow, the mantle at his back - and deeper ( Read more... )