Once certain that no one would be around to see him and with his cane in hand he hobbled out onto the deck. Feeling the cold wind on his face as he stared out across the dark waters where his beloved died alongside hundreds of others. Taking his heart with him to the bottom of the sea. "An ocean of memories," he leaned against the railing, "isn't it, Tom?"
Lizwen:
Читать этот текст - как слушать настоящую эльфийскую песнь, прекрасную и возвышенную, о кольце, которое не подчиняет и сковывает, а символизирует соединение, об эльфах и людях, о любви, ради которой жертвуют даже бессмертием.