This is absolutely gorgeous and heartwrenching. The language is breathtakingly beautiful; Voronwë's voice is thoroughly believeable and the world becomes real and tangible in your writing. Voronwë's unrequited devotion to Tuor breaks my heart.
In a story full of great imagery, these lines especially stayed with me:
"I do not believe I shall slumber again," he said. Then we fell silent; for night had come, and the stars shone white and cold.
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And then one morning, the sky dawned the color of blood and fire, and my sea-heart seized, for every mariner dreads the morning that rises red. I will say no more of that day, nor of the days that followed; I do not think my soul can bear it. It is enough to say we lived, and live still. Too few can say even that.
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In a story full of great imagery, these lines especially stayed with me:
"I do not believe I shall slumber again," he said. Then we fell silent; for night had come, and the stars shone white and cold.
and
And then one morning, the sky dawned the color of blood and fire, and my sea-heart seized, for every mariner dreads the morning that rises red. I will say no more of that day, nor of the days that followed; I do not think my soul can bear it. It is enough to say we lived, and live still. Too few can say even that.
Thank you for sharing! :)