time (you are light) by kimaracretak

Chapter 1

The branches' fingers stroke through Lalaith's hair, one, two, one, two, three, still in perfect time with her dead heart's beat.

One, two, one-two-three she counts the creatures arrayed in front of her, the rabbit and the bird and the thing that looks like her brother.

(She misses her brother. She is sorry he did not stay with her, here by the river.)

She had not known what she would encounter when she left her body for the last time but she likes the trees, likes the river.

Likes the fire bloody-red in the night, that calls Túrin home.