The wind was blowing, gently now, and it stirred the grasses waving on the hillside. Water trickled from a stream that gurgled its way across the downs, although there was now a mournful tone to its voice, as if it remembered days when bards had sat beside it in the meadows, talking and laughing, and yet it knew that there would be no more. But alas, all things must come to an end.
On the hillside, someone stood; a woman. Her black hair blew around her, giving the effect of something supernatural. Her eyes were closed, and tears ran down her cheeks, and in her hands she held a small object: a brown, leather-bound book. Suddenly she opened her soft blue eyes and knelt down, and with a moments indecision, placed the object by her feet. No, not by her feet. Lying there in before her, upon which she placed the book, was a gravestone. Just a small carved stone, really, but it seemed the focus of this woman's life. She straightened again, obviously trying to be strong, but a few more tears slipped down her cheeks. Her mouth moved, and she watched the gravestone with fierce concentration, and her face was full of an emotion: love. But the bereavement in her eyes was enough to know what she was feeling. Then her lips stopped moving, and she simply stood still; the only thing moving was her hair, tossing and turning. Then she closed her eyes again. Slowly, almost indefinably, something began to happen. It became more apparent, and then slowly, slowly, she faded and dissolved into the air, blowing away on the wind. She was gone.
The world was quiet, and the pages of the diary being brushed by the breeze was the only sound that could now be heard. But maybe, if you listened just hard enough, you could hear the sound of joyful, ecstatic laughter from far off, carried on the air, as if two lovers had been reunited, and at last could rest. Or maybe it was just the wind…
HERE ENDS THE STORY OF MAERAD OF PELLINOR AND CADVAN OF LIRIGON
MAY THEY LIVE TOGETHER IN LOVE, PEACE, AND HARMONY FOREVER