Thingol and Melian

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When I found this place- well, it was a lot more wet back then, but I found it much the same as it is now.

Somehow, early on, we got lost in the forest. Those charming bird calls began to bear down on us. Louder and wilder as we climbed deeper in; only we were convinced we knew the way in a place we'd never been.

As we trudged on we hardly noticed the increasing density of the wood, and our sight becomming more limited with every step. We were tired, we were bored, and we desperately wanted to get to the bridge.

The thing is, we had studied the map. The path was so simple forward that you could follow it straight through. It wasn't until nightfall that we pulled it out again, and by then we were so far from any distinguishable landmarks it was useless.

It was Neb's idea to keep moving. He said he'd never heard birds sing at night, and he wouldn't sleep another until we were out of that forest. After a vote, we decided to keep moving along the path- the wrong path- in the hopes of coming out the other side.

Three or four hours later, we hit the bank. In the center of the largest cluster of trees there was a white beach, cupping pools of the clearest water I've ever imagined. The small points of sky that pierced through the heavy canopy and touched the surface sparkled brilliantly, and the leaves danced with the slightest of breezes.

As we stood there, hopelessly cought in our own dream, she emerged. No one saw where she had come from- but she reached her hand to me.

None of the others could save me.

One glance into her eyes fixed me into a stare of ages.

It is a hope of seeing them again that brings me here now.