The Waking

She had been sleeping, the circles of Middle Earth passing by in a timeless dream, she was awaiting her final moment when she would be released to soar once more with her own. Yet fate brought her from this slumber, again she woke to find her time in Middle Earth, once more a young man stood before her, again her curiosity awoke . . .

Faereluth looked at this intruder, he was not Hobbit, they use to come visit but as time passed memories of her had faded until now she was just a myth, a legend, a fairy story for the very young.

He was not Elf, she peered closer, her old eyes still filled with sleepiness.

"I do believe you are a son of man" She wispered.

He did not speak , but lifted his gaze to meet hers. She looked now into the deepest eyes she had seen, and within their depths great sadness lay.