Fen'thik Windrunner's memorial

[Azrael Turnbull]

In the middle of the streets of gondor is stone with the names of all the men who fell during the battle against the unknown. On top of the stone is a statue of Fen'thik Windrunner - A hero of the battle who had fallen after a brave struggle.

Flowers and poppies have been laid against the stone by the people as a sign of respect.

[Azrael Turnbull]

Azrael and Cypher were on the way to the throne room, and passed the memorial on the way. Azrael walked up to the foot of the statue and placed a single rose at Fen'thik's feet.

"Goodbye my friend," Azrael said in a very miserable tone.

Cypher saluted him, then the two of them carried on.

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina stood a little way off from the stone statue, even though she was not of the land she could feel the deep-set meaning of it… she even recognized the face of the man it depicted. She had never met him, but he had been a face among many that she had noticed as she had fought in the battle against the demons at the foot of Isengard. It saddened her that she remembered him, there had been so much loss that day it hung heavy in the hearts of many.

She nodded solemnly at Azrael as he stepped down from the monument, she could see that there where pressing issues on his mind that needed his attention “go go I will be ok” she said before he could say anything “we can catch up later, I shall be staying at the inn, come find me or send word of where I should meet you as and when you have time” she smiled warmly though there was a sadness at their parting It lingered in her eyes as she watched the Gondorian ruler and his general leave towards the throne room, for a moment she stood silently gathering her thoughts.

The pretty she-elf waited till almost everyone else had drifted away before stepping forward, she had a single white lily that she had brought from a peddler further down the roadway… she mounded the steps gracefully and bend down to lay the flower amidst the others

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls we have wended;
We have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
We have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a friend or a season?

The words slipped off her tongue softly but there was no denying the emotion behind them, she did not speak of Fen'thik directly but of all those lost.. When she had finished she stepped back down the steps and bowed then saluted before turning away to hide the tears that ran down her fair cheeks.

[Jaden Kalen]

Jaden approched the statue of the fallen warrior, although he had never met the man / elf in question he still felt great pride in the fallen man.

"He looks like Gil-galad" He said to himself, "Now they are together in the after life" Jaden paused.

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

Jaden stopped singing, bowed to the warrior and left. Hoping he would hear the song in the after life.