Between Two Worlds

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On my own, pretending he's beside me.

All alone I walk with him 'til morning.

Without him.

I feel his arms around me.

And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.

In the rain the pavement shines like silver.

All the lights are misty in the river.

In the darkness the trees are full of starlight.

And all I see is him and me forever and forever.

And I know it's only in my mind; that I am talking to myself and not to him.

And although I know that he is gone still I say there's a way for us.

I love him but when the night is over he is gone.

The river's just a river.

Without him the world around me changes.

The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers.

I love him.

And every day I'm learning all my life I've only been pretending.

Without me his world will go on turning,

A world that's full of happiness that I have never known.

I loved him... but only on my own.

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My eyes are eventually pulled open by the light that tears me from my dreamless sleep. I think the only reason I was able to find such a thing was because I had gone three days without it.

I don't see anything yet. But I feel my legs ache. And when I move my arm it begins to throb. I feel the muscles tense in my face as my bruised fingers find the satin sheets. They stretch over a cold palm and lace with lifeless fingers.

My vision is blurred but I see grey and colors of light wood as sun fills Legolas's chamber. I can hardly move my head, as the days without eating or drinking weigh down on me.

I haven't moved since I got here, I haven't left his side.

It must me close to midday but I don't lift my head to make sure, knowing I would have to check out the window and that means looking over his face again, probably causing me to continue crying-if I had any tears left.

My thumb feels his smooth skin as I clutch his fingers.

"Lady Vilora," an angelic voice says behind me softly.

A feminine hand is placed on my shoulder. "You must eat," she says.

I look into the concerned eyes of Arwen above me.

"I'm not leaving," I start with a croaked, strained voice.

"Vilora..." she says. "If you wait any longer you too will die."

"Then so be it."

She takes my shaking hand. "I will not let that happen."

She pulls me to my feet and escorts me from the room, my eyes not daring to look back.

I keep my gaze on the ground... until we arrive at the dining halls. I can sense there are people there but they don't mingle... they don't speak.

Arwen gathers a few things for me when I don't seem willing. But a voice gets my attention when it says my name.