Slender legs pused as hard as they could beneath those flowing white robes and soon the young elf had to shift his gaze downward to the gradually increasing slope. The terrain was rather rocky and the journey found the Elves winding their way along the north side of the rises... but soon... soon they would reach the top and their breath would come back as quickly as it slipped past their lips. Slowly, surely, the flat surface of the rises was coming into view. No light marred the beauty of the heavens ... no clouds blanketed the sky ... the air was clear, save the constant stream of mist that lingered. Sliver orbs shifed upward once more as Sivitri's thin lips tapered into a quiet smile. Smiling beneath his hood ... he would soon become a master of this art. Hiding his emotions within shadows...
The first of the group reached the top of the highest slope and began to line it's edge... their gaze falling upon the sea below. Sivitri was among those that traveled rear, and he would have to fight his way to the front to get a view. Pensively, the young Elf pushed his way through a thicket of slender legs... and soon he found himself inches from the ledge of the cliff... and wide-eyed by the site that he beheld. Streaks of light illuminated the sky as searing crashes could be heard off in the distance and the lights faded... just as the life of the star did. It was said if one was to be passing by the shore and happen to find a piece of one of these fallen stars... it was a sign of the Gods. Whether a good sign or a bad sign... it was still undetermined. Some who found fragments lived long, happy lives. Others died horrible deaths. And yet others still live... awaiting to see what fate has in store for them. Many legends began rising within the back of Sivitri's mind and soon the young Elven boy found himself pushing them back in an attempt to clear his mind. Yet try as he may... a long forgotten Elven tune began to flow from his thin lips...
"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbles tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to raom;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods of Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening..."
His song was quickly drawn to an end as the young Elf found that those around him were staring with amazement. They had long since forgotten the story of Tinuviel and Beren... and to be reminded at such time brought tears to the eyes of most. Tinuviel... beauty unrivaled... much the same as the place on which they stood. A few quiet pleas for the continuatin of the song were offered, but the young Sivitri slowly sank back and melded within the crowd. He had not meant to sing aloud.. and it must have been quite odd to hear such a sweet sound coming from within the depths of such a door hood. Tanned lids slid to a close over his pure, silver eyes as Sivitri pulled away from the crowd and dashed as quickly as he could from the summit of the rising. Fear... embarrassment... he just wanted to get away. The song was intended only for himself... yet he had shared it with those around him. His pride was beaming and scarred in one... and soon he found himself leaving the base of the risings and heading East towards the ominous shore. His small chest rose and fell at a rapid pace beneath the soft velvet of his robes and soon Sivitri found himself kneeling upon the ground and grasping for air. Crystaline tears streamed down his face... yet he could not figure out why. They had just began to flow and it seemed only natural to let them. Perhaps it was the sadness in the conlusion of his unfinished song... and perhaps he would finish it later.
After a brief moment of kneeling within the tall starnds of golden grass, Sivitri slowly rose to his feet and took a good look around. The figures of his fellow Elves could be seen silhouetted against the sky and the young Elf knew that he was not lost. The shore lay to his left.. and that is where Sivitri directed his steps. Milky white foam beat against the moist sand as wave after wave creaped up to tease the grass... only to be pulled back into the depths of the unknown. A faint sigh escaped his thin lips and white booted feet began to wander lightly along the sand... leaving faint imprints that would soon be washed away by the water. Streaks of light lined the sky overhead and Sivitri shifted his gaze from earth to heaven as he moved farther and farther from the rises. How embarrassing... he could never become a High Elf acting in such a way. Though he was young, the Elf already has his future plans set out. Though fate does have ways of changing lives... and lives have ways of manipulating fate. A faint glint in the sand ahead cause delicately pointed ears to perk up slightly. It looked to be a dark fragment imbedded within the sand... a dark fragment of rock. And as Sivitri moved closer... the remaining words of the song flowed from his lips... and were soon drown out by the crashing waves...