by ~Phantasos~ » Sat Jan 19, 2013 3:59 pm
Arwen smiled for the first time in a long time. "Open meadows,rolling greens hills,sparkling blue rivers..." She said softly then seemed to snap out of her trance. She stopped smiling and looked down quickly.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."