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[glorfindel_i]

silently he walked towards the murky pond and He watched her. the despair radiating off of her made his heart clench with the pain.

"Tithen Muinthiel" He crooned softly as he sat beside her and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair gently,"All is not lost."

[mostgiftedwitch]

*looks up at the sudden intrusion, her eyes sunken and without their usual sparkle*

*softly, in a broken tone* You don't understand...

[glorfindel_i]

"I understand more than you think Little one. I have lived several ages of the world." Gently he brushes his thumb over the dark circles under her eyes.

[mostgiftedwitch]

*closes her eyes against the grief* No one can understand. There is no excuse for what I did. None. And I deserve whatever grief comes to me.

[glorfindel_i]

'Do not be so rash young one, " Glorfindel sighed as he ran his long nimble fingers trhough her long hair, " Death is no solution. Of that I am intimately aware. Nor is giving up. It takes strength to acknowledge our errors in judgement, and to stand tall as we atone for the pain we have caused. But in doing so we work towards forgiveness.

" Love can over come so much." He brushes a lock of hair from her eyes when she looks away, " and I know this will not sooth you right now but....with all the vulnarbility you have been feeling within you, it is understandable that you sought comfort with a friend."

[mostgiftedwitch]

*tries to look away again*

*softly* I promised Fëanáro that I would not give up. I won't fade. I promised. And however undeserving I am of any trust... I keep my promises. Fëanáro said I had to forgive myself. But... I don't know if I can. The guilt... the grief... they are too near.

[glorfindel_i]

If you give into this despair, then promise or not you will begin to fade Dear One....the path to recoveryis to now pull yourself up from the dirst chin held high and begin to make amends to Ron.

Glorfindel held her cold hand with in his warm ones, "The first step is to get you away from here. This is no time for you to be alone."

[mostgiftedwitch]

*sighs, letting go of a little of her despair* I will do all that I can to make amends. I owe him that much.

I am not alone. I don't think any would leave me alone now. *mirthless laugh* They fear that I would give in. But I won't. *a little fire returning to her voice* I -won't-!

[glorfindel_i]

'Come with me Tithen Muinthiel, I think staying here would not benifit you right now. You need to think, and sort out your mind on neutral territory."

'It would be natural for Ron to reproach, and for harry to remind you of what you are trying to heal from."

[mostgiftedwitch]

*sadly* I cannot leave. I promised Ron that I would not. I cannot cause him further grief. I cannot. Better that I grieve than he. He has suffered enough on my account. No more.

[glorfindel_i]

Glorfindel heaved an exasperated sigh, "Do not continue flaggulating yourself. He will understand, after all has he not left to find some clarity of thought. You would not leave with out an explantion after all.

[mostgiftedwitch]

*frowns as she regains a little colour*

I... don't understand. What are you suggesting? I cannot let my actions break him further.

[_mumweasley]

*tis possible for a big witch to be very, very quiet when she wants to be*

*a plate of ginger snaps is left by Hermione's side at the pond with a very short note*

Hermione,

Follow your heart to the healing. Ronald will be there, I'm sure.

Love,
Mum

[mostgiftedwitch]

*eats a few of the ginger snaps, then returns the plate with a brief note*

Mum -

Perhaps one day... For now, a faint hope that he will be, will have to be enough.

Love,
Hermione