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5 Urimë: Letter from Leoba to her sister-in-law, Morwen

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Minas Tirith, 5 Urimë IV3

He is gone and I am bereft.

Oh my dear Morwen, I don’t know who to turn to or where to go anymore!  Tears have soaked my pillow and reddened my eyes for the past three days since I watched Dirk ride out through the city gates on his black stallion.  I lied to him: I said I would be strong and that I understood why he had to join the Mithril Knights. I do very much understand but I am not strong.  Not when I know there is a very real chance that he may not come back.   I am numb to everything except the memory of his leave-taking. When I close my eyes at night I imagine I am in his embrace again and feel his touch and the love that has rocked me to my core. And then I wake and he is gone and this time I do not know if he will return and I am bereft.

Written by leobavorima

January 8, 2013 at 10:47 pm

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