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[mood]  optimisticElrohir's lithe shoulder supported his weight as he leaned against a pillar along the porch of his modest backyard. His young elven form was draped in a loose robe of silver and navy blue clenched about his trim waist by a simple leather belt. Ebony tresses were pulled back from his high features by a single, simple braid from the crown of his head to mid back where his hair ended. Pale eyes roved over the newly worked grasses and shrubs, tender saplings stretching newly planted roots to the soil and young branches to the sun, the small arbour planted with seeds and a fountain whose moulding was still drying beneath morning's coaxing warm rays. His new home was finalised. He had selected a building unfinished which sat at the edge of the city, the back overlooking the land below from the high plateau on which the city nestled. The structure was small and made of polished white stone as was near all the buildings in this city. The main floor was rectangular and opened with arched windows in a style that brought the comfort of Imladris to his heart. the curving windows and pillars decorated with entwining marble vines were left open, but could be shut to the elements with solid, bolting shutters. Entering the building there was a small kitchen to the left, and a reading room lined with white stone shelves to the right and a simple desk with chair. Beyond the reading room was a sitting room consisting of a large fireplace facing a plush, green sofa and two matching chairs with a small table between them. Nestled between the reading and sitting room was a spiral staircase, intricate marble leaves decorated the arching rail upwards. Beneath the stair lead to a small cellar, above sat the second story of the small home which was half the size of the main level. The entire length of the entryway, which lead from the front entrance to a wide back porch was adorned with flowing swaths of sheer cloth the colour of paled green apple. The sheets separated the rooms, acted as doorways and whispered gently against the windows, trailing from their source in the high ceiling. They mimicked the moving greenery that was part of the living elven city to which Elrohir 's elflinghood belonged. In the very center of his dwelling a small pond lay within the white and grey marble flooring, the soft rustle of the clear waters bringing a piece of the soothing sense of the waterfalls to his heart. A number of small silver and gold fish flitted in the water, glimmers of light beneath the green canopy of cloth held in white stone arms. The far left corner of his home was contained by the cloth, within the privacy of the whispering drapes, a screen closed away the room from the house. Yet the large windows remained open to the sunfilled room, dappling light over a white stone alter, arranged with padded cloth and pillows. A basin and towels lay neatly upon a table, a cupboard was filled with a number of small vials and candles. This was the room in which Elrohir would practice one of his most skilled crafts. the art of healing massage. The second floor was his bedchambers, simply furnished with a few trunks and his wardrobe, a side table and a large ornate bed draped in black sheets. The frame seeming to grow from the wall and into the ceiling where it seemed as though branches reached into the night sky. Once again the soft green cloth hung over the windows and draped around the room, separating the sleeping area from Elrohir's windowless marble bath. The young peredhil now stood on his porch relaxing with a cup of tea resting in his hands. The soft tendrils of comforting steam caressing his cheeks in affectionate warmth and bringing colour to his hands. Gently he places his temple to the cool stone on the pillar that held his weight and sighed. He was restless and the soft alluring songs of the young trees called to him, inviting him to come and dance with them in the night. He wished to learn the curves and plains of this land as he had known her before. Such as a lover relearned his partner's body after years of unwanted an parting with excitement and fear. Knowing well 'twas the same being and yet much had changed since last they had met mingled with the fear of finding oneself lost. A brought the cup to his lips and sipped quietly. He had a yearning to know her again and to see what of her children had returned. He also wished to know what herbs and roots were near, for certainly their medics would have need at some time. He was in search of a number of ingredients for his oils which he had yet to find in the market. Straightening slightly he gazed out to the world beyond his doorway. Yes, he would make ready to explore the region...mayhap a number of others would endeavour to join him? | |||
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| chat log: Elrohir and Elrond | |||
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Who: Elrohir and Elrond Where: In the trees out of the city Summary: Father and son meet ( Father and Son ) | |||
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[mood]  peacefulIn my rapture and captivation of newly sensed life about me I found my unrestricted steps leading me not to the city. Instead I was carried upon songs of joy and excitement of the limbs of the new trees to introduce myself to their beauty once more. I ran and danced in joyous abandon barefoot among the tender grasses and murmuring roots. Time moved from the sun's caressing rays to the night's protective blanket. The darkness soothed my wild motions and left me standing hypnotized by the stars' comforting light dancing in the heaven's behind a curtain of soft leaves. I remained motionless, lost to the wonders around my elven skin. Uncertainties whispered shades of grey within my mind. Longings of the heart for my family and companions. Memories of my mother's songs while I sat with my twin attentively by my father's and elder's feet before a warm fire. Their unhindered laughter. Undomiel 's shining features expressing her love while bringing hope and certainty to our hearts. The sorrow of mother's leaving…the pain in my twin's eyes as we said our final farewells to our Hope's light to the waning branches of Lorien's night. Grief of the love and loss of a life long gone glittered in blue and silver in my eyes. Was I strong enough to form relationships once more with strangers? Was I prepared to be inevitably hurt with their passing…was it more painful to be alone than to watch them laugh and lose them? My family had been my life, there was no others in my heart save they. Was I prepared for more to enter it? The trees' soft song seeped into my blood and the stars above bore away my fears with their hopeful beams. Life was never a certain creature…but the comfort and familiarity I found with Arda and her radiant orbs would always carry me. My head tilted upward and my eyes closed I inhaled the bright youth of the land and exhaled the shadows lingering in my heart. This was my home. This land was my heart's blood and bound to my soul. I would never be lonely with her. A soft smile touched my lips in the lulling songs of glittering night. I fell to rest curled in the protective roots of a young tree not far below the new city. | |||
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[mood]  excitedI walked from the grandiose halls of rest amid a million tangible dreams and lived emotions. Murmurs of loves and losses slide against my ears as I pass the souls cradled in existence here. Far behind me lies the warm touch of the eternal hearth, yet still the joys and woes of elven voices reach me. Here we share in peaceful death the wonders of what was life a million or more mortal sons gone by. Time does not exist here for us. A century could be a day within the vibrant halls we now inhabit beneath Eru's eyes. We of elven heart who passed in Arda's life were gathered in Mandos' halls to await her end. We are bound to her unlike the other races in soul and our existence would end with hers. We stood amid these halls and among the evergreen lands of Valinor and awaited our end. For immortal beings such as we, 'twas a desperately fearful thing to know that our existence was about to be forever stifled. Some would envy the race of man whose souls would continue on, unbound by the same bond we shared to our planet. Yet, that moment of cold oblivion arrived not as the land vanished from our touch. All elven souls gathered in awe within these waiting halls and wondered of the reason why. For surely our wait was ended with the end of our bonded world. We gathered in reunions of bitterness and sweetness and watched through a portal in wonder as our world was remade in the skillful hands of the dwarves. Our world was not gone, simply reforged anew. Our bond still remained to her and our souls would be reborn to her life. Now I leave the Waiting halls after being chosen for a reason I can not fathom. There are many more worthy in deeds and accomplishments as well as those more deserving to live once more than I. My feet carry me from the warmth into a passage of darkness which grows more chill as I progress. I wrap my arms about my robed form and swallow back my fears and uncertainties as best as I am able to of entering a new world alone and unfamiliar with her workings. The dark cold envelops me and penetrates my skin driving all gained warmth from my existence in the Halls away. I shiver as I lose my sight and the familiar voices disappear from my ears. A tinge of panic drives my heart and my feet forward. No longer can I feel my skin, not even my fingers against my arms, as I become so numbed with the paralyzing cold. My breath comes raggedly and my eyes dart for some source of comfort. Just as I fear I no longer can hold back a scream of panic, a doorway appears directly before me and I am blinded by white light. I lift my arm to my face and step through the opening. There is a moment of white heat as sensations spike through my mind and body as hot needles. It last for but a second as I pass through into the light. In my ears as I leave the Halls a deep voice bids me the best of luck. My pale eyes fly open as the light fades and all is a blur. I am utterly stunned for a moment as I discover myself once more in living form just as I was in my youth. Then my mouth fills with water as I gasp. Promptly I am aware of the fact that my blurry vision is due to the fact I am submerged in cool waters. Instinct takes over and I surge towards the fragmented light, erupting from a river's surface sputtering and gasping for breath. I swim to the water's edge and pull myself up along the banks. The water is clean and untainted, the earth beneath my fingers soft and fertile, fresh growth already beginning to sprout. I remain upon my hands and knees still sputtering I cough and clear my lungs. My drenched ebony hair hangs limply over my shoulders and face. Once I am once again breathing regularly I sit back upon my heels and raise my face to observe my surrounds. Instantly I am struck in awe of the land. Scents, feelings, songs and sighs overwhelm me. I am in utter rapture and captivation as I relearn the beauty of a single leaf whispering in a light breeze. The comfort of the soil beneath my knees, the heart-breaking song of the river, the delicate perfection of a pebble's form. I remain motionless in wonder for a time ungauged or remembered to me. My hair and bared skin dry beneath the sun's warm touch and the gentle caress of air long before I choose to move. Silently and elegantly I rise to my feet and take my first steps into the world. I am neither clumsy nor awkward; each step is familiar as is the motions and rhythms of my body. My sharp eyes glance about in search of a destination for my feet to carry me. It is then that I see it, far in the distance, glimmering as a pearl upon dark linen. A great new city with the curious movements of inhabitants new to life once more. I direct my light steps towards it, me head high as I move into the young trees and smile as they sing of their excitement. Abruptly caught up in their energy I laugh and my walk turns into a run of freedom and abandon. For the first time ever I understood how the elves of the first awakening must have felt. But that was in a life far from the one I now began… | |||
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[mood]  exhausted[music] voices in the street Elrohir leans against a building looking lost and tired. Sleep for him has been elusive since his home was lost. It has come to the point where his mind is dulled and he moves as though his joints were not placed together properly. He rubs his face irritably feeling as though his hand and face were wrapped in gauze. He had tried not to think on it, but the faces of his friends and peers as they found themselves homeless forced him to. Imladris was his refuge. He tried to think of reclaiming his haven. But it did not change the fact someone had stolen it from him. He felt raw and violated within his body. His sanctuary had been raped. Despite the fact he often wandered, Imladris was always a part of him, having her forcefully taken away from him was devastating. And he knew it was equally so to those around him. He had tried to remain positive and supportive in hopes of helping, but it had caught up to him. They would get their home back. Minas Tirith still lived beneath the shadows. They still moved here whispering in the background. He saw things in the negative spaces. He saw blood in his dreams once more. A tension found itself back in his shoulders as he became fearful for his sanity and the lives of those he cared for. Ereinion had asked him to talk about it…. He had said there was nothing to say. He wondered if anyone would find the proper words. Sauron had returned and the shadows were hungry. They did not discriminate upon their prey. Everyone was threatened. Elrohir shook his head in an effort to bring his thoughts into some semblance of recognition among the sleepy labyrinth. Stepping from the wall he followed his feet wherever they chose to send him. | |||
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Time: a few days after Elrohir and Galadriel had their talk Location: Celebrian's chambers Involved: Elrohir, Celebrian Rating: PG Summary: Elrohir comes to visit and they speak of Galadriel ( I love her in my own way ) | |||
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Time: After Elrohir spoke with Galadriel Location: On a bridge in Imladris Involved: Elrohir, Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: talking over recent events ( Well, it is that or going numb, I think, but it is of course your choice... ) | |||
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Time: As soon as Elrohir showed up again, before his talk with Galadriel Location: On a bench in Imladris Involved: Elrohir, Arwen Rating: PG Summary: Just some sibling interaction ( I fear for them and I fear for myself that my love will not be enough for them. ) | |||
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[mood] hopeful [music] Tikva chasing a bug I have not touched quill to these famished pages in what seems to be a lifetime of men. Perhaps it has been a lifetime to some for how frail and precious a life is. The journey home was revitalizing to me. I found a haven and peace in the canopy of Lothlorien and ease of heart once my eyes beheld the beauty of my elflinghood home beside the comforting roar of the falls. Tikva seems to have taken to his new home with ease. Though he did develop an odd habit of taking things and hiding them beneath he statue at the end of the hallway to my chambers. One eve he made off with a harp belonging to one known here as Lindir, he seems to be a kind soul. Once settled into familiarity I found my mind drifting off upon the songs of the forest night. No longer wishing to surround myself with talk and seeking the clarity of solitude, one eve I simply began to walk following its melodious balm, and lost myself in the wonder of our world as I once dreamed of long before. I confess that as I wandered I paid no heed of the land I was in, only to the texture of each leaf, the sound of each windy whisper and the startling brilliance of every shade of life which surrounded me. Eventually I felt the growing unease within my breast, that ache of being from my family for too long and I returned to my beloved Imladris. My return was met by the sweetness of Arwen, we spoke quietly in the gardens and she made me realize how much I truly did miss my family whilst I wandered. Her innocence is bathed in sadness now. I can see that in her eyes while she speaks. News of my new sisters has touched my ears. I must introduce myself to them, Arwen tells me they are beautiful and frail, and that their names are Annalin who resembles Ada and Celebhiril who has more of Naneth's fair features. Pride and concern touch my heart that they be born in such times. I admit to being more than a little hesitant in meeting them, what if they do not like me? What shall this world hold for them, two more who share the rare fate and blood of Celebrian and Elrond's children? And opening my heart to love another sibling let alone two as I do Arwen and Elladan will be both rewarding and draining upon me. Though, even now as I prepare myself to meet them I cannot cease my heart's gladness in their arrival. Yet this gladness of one tiding is marred by my growing fears. Since I have returned to my home I feel the chill disturbance of unease in the shadows that filter through our ancient greens. I behold blood spatters in the water under the disguise of night from the corner of my eye, as I stand enraptured by the reflecting starlight. I am frightened. I know not why or of what but I find the restlessness of shadows has punctured the sanctuary of my spirit's haven. My heart clenches with fear that I shall not be able to protect those I cherish even in our own home. I want no more blood. I vowed to never take up a weapon again whilst I stood in the aftermath of Pelennor. For I found the killing empty and thought the time of such needless waste was gone. But now I fear I was in err, and I find myself pointlessly sharpening my daggers with whet stone…just in case. I do not wish to fight and spill blood. Yet if my family is in danger I may see no other choice. Though what baffles me most is there is no reason why I should feel this danger. Why these visions haunt me here. Mayhap it is simply the paranoia of an elf who has seen too much for his age. I should simply relax and enjoy the peace we have found. ( OoC ) | |||
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[mood] uncomfortable [music] my family speaking Elrohir's svelte body sways in gentle tangent with his stallion's walk beneath him. Trojan nickers and snorts in complaint of the saddle and the slow pace with which the company traverses the land. Elrohir's bottom seemed to be echoing that complaint against the hard unworn leather beneath him. The small wolf cub went between trotting happily amid the horses' hooves, tongue lolling, as he would pause to sniff out any interesting scents or gaze at the elves surrounding him. When the excitable creature grew tired he would whimper up at his elf with a watery large eyed expression and be scooped up to lay across Elrohir's lap in the saddle. The young elf continued to bring up the rear of the traveling party. At times a soft smile would light his gentle features as he watched the interaction of his abundant family. Sometimes he would ride by the side of his siblings taking pleasure in their quiet company. His heart longed to run through the trees in barefoot abandon, to give up all thoughts and responsibilities and succumb to the songs that filled his blood as they traveled. But, his thoughts would tell him that such an action would remove him from the family he loved. A thing he could not bare to be parted with. The feeling of oppressing darkness had lessened considerably since Minas Tirith. As Elrohir gazed over the land he saw to his dismay that it still lingered even here, digging in with skeletal fingers to fester in the ground. The darkness sluggishly breathed in the shadows, though it was far less stifling as it had been in the white city. Seeing that it was yet amid them brought both fear and disturbance to his heart. He would find himself glancing back over his shoulder at times, scanning the terrain when his senses were raised in unease. On occasions he could swear that he caught a glimpse of a figure…but…it was gone so quickly it surely must be the remnants of phantoms in his vision. During a rest of the company by the falls, Elrohir excused himself from the others to privately enjoy bathing in the river to remove the dust the horses' hooves settled upon his skin. His young canine companion was off enjoying a hunting excursion. So Elrohir located a secluded piece of river to divest his clothing and plunged in. The waters were cold and it left him startled for a moment until his body adjusted to the change in temperature. He washed his ivory skin and ebony hair with quiet care. Once clean he smiled in the peace of the pleasant carefree day. Momentarily forgetting the worries that haunted his thoughts. In this moment he swam languidly in the waters, reveling in the touch of the pure liquid against his skin and the tender caress of the day's sunlight gleaming over him. He closed his pale eyes and floated upon the water's surface, a warm smile lighting his face as he rested here utterly vulnerable. The young elf remained drifting in this relaxed state blissfully for a time. A frigid whisper of ice over his exposed skin in the air and a change in the natural noises in the air caused his eyes to open alertly. The land was dim and shadowed as though he were seeing things through a thick grey veil. The air had turned crisp and the creatures that inhabited this region had grown silent and still as though holding their breath. Elrohir let his body go down below the warmer waters and looked about nervously, treading the liquid towards the bank. Eyes and ears scanning for what was amiss. As he reached the bank he turned his face upwards to the mass of black clouds rolling and churning ominously above. The high pitched wail of the wraith's winged beast shattered his ears as it swooped low above him. Adunaphel seated on its back clothed in a blood red and black dress, her eyes mirroring the colors she wore. Raising her arm she… He awoke with a loud cry from his dream floating in the waters. Startled further by his unsteady location he thrashed and nearly ended up drowning himself in his panic. Somehow he reached the river's bank and sputtered up what par of the river he had inhaled. Lungs burning he placed his forehead upon the soil and managed to find his breath and clear his frightened and turbulent thoughts. He gathered himself realized it had been yet another nightmare. Never had he actually dreamed of the wraith before until this, so it was odd. He shrugged it off as being simply the workings of an over used mind. He would meditate and clear his thoughts. Standing he dressed silently and then sat upon a boulder to comb out his hair. Once finished he packed away his things and returned to the others. | |||
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[mood] hopeful The young ebony haired elf stands on the outer wall at the first circle looking over the field below. He eventually withdraws and turns his pale face towards the sky, closing grey eyes with the imprint of his beloved stars still winking on the lids. He smiles softly at the peaceful quiet of the cloudless night. Simply wrapping his body in the embrace of the wind and letting his troubled thoughts drift from him. When he opened his eyes, his pupils contracted in the familiar fright as he saw the depraved, sluggish movement in the cast shadows around him. He quickly calmed himself, the strange and haunting sight becoming a norm in his life. The whispers of cold, emotionless ice moving from one living, churning shade to the next. They moved in the corners and danced, dark mouths agape and twisted, tongues flicking at the white walls, defiling it with their lust to taste the city in solid form. The elf ignored the mass living in the city as it ignored him. He moved to a place along the walls bathed in moonlight where only the normal shadows fluttered silkily below that which blocked the light. He sat down smoothly and removed a battered book and a quill and stoppered inkbottle from the pouch that was slung over his shoulder. He opened the journal to a fresh untouched page and watched the quill drink in the dark ink once he unstoppered the bottle. Placing the quill to the pure parchment he watched the ink's blood cover it in words. The brothel is gone from my hands to those of the young women who kept it. It is a respectable inn these days and doing very well for business. My Naneth has announced that she is with child, a shock to us all, and even greater that Galadriel shall be following in condition near the same time. I am glad for my parents to be having such joy so swiftly in their reunion. Though I still am reeling from the news of having two more siblings in my life as I can barely manage the two I am with already. There was an evening where our family met and made its celebratory announcements. I was overwhelmed by seeing so many legends and songs, the strength in my bloodlines present. I could not bring myself to interact, as I should. I felt so small and …simply the sheer number I was near dizzy. 'Twas a sweet moment I shared after with my twin and our Arwen. Just the three of us at play together watching the stars above. We spent the night asleep upon the grasses beneath the protection of the trees. I have gone to Adar with my waking nightmares and he has insisted upon a sleeping draught to help ease my rest. I do not wish to tire or worry him for his energy shall be needed in the days ahead. I do not wish him to spend his energy upon me when I know that in the morning I shall be right back where I began, With these dreams of blood and these waking hours of hungry shadows. Yet I took the draught he offered, and I can not help but hope my rest shall be less troubled. I long to return home. This city is dying and I am suffocated within its body. I feel drained and weak and desperate. I long to run reckless through the trees and to loose myself forever from these hauntings of blood. Though as long as I love my family I shall not part my ties to the troubles that would consume them. I would that the day of our move comes swiftly. | |||
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[mood]  thoughtful[music] the voices of the Ladies of the Night Elrohir sat in a cushioned chair by the hearth in the main tavern room. A glass of red wine in his hand and his little wolf friend curled up by his feet. The women who he had come to be friends with who worked in this establishment surrounded him. Tonight the brothel and tavern were closed and those gathered here had shared a meal and were now relaxing around the warmth of the hearth with good cheer in celebration. For as of this morning the last of the debt owed by these women had been paid. They were free to do as they wished with their lives from this night on. It was both a frightening and exciting prospect for them all. Elrohir had asked what they were going to do with the place since they needed him to run it no longer. One of the women had said she was going to take over and continue to run it as an inn and tavern. She planned to call it The Den. Ownership for her had been won and in the morning Elrohir would sign the proper documentation. Her brothel days were past. None of the girls planned to return to that craft. One was going to take up the study of healing in the halls of Minas Tirith, another wished to start as a dressmaker. One girl even planned to marry one of the patrons now that she was free of this life. They had been making plans for a long time as of now and would have their wedding in the Spring. Tonight they laughed and talked together, each face bright with hope for their future. Elrohir could not help but feel proud of these women. They had survived though many sinister events in their lives. And they had all changed greatly from the worn-down, bleak faces that had greeted him the fateful night he had mistakenly entered this place. These women had worked hard to change their surroundings for the better. They all had hope and freedom this night for the first time in many of their young lives. Their strength and perseverance worn as light in their eyes. This night they raised their glasses high and made a toast to the future. It mattered not what shadows and turmoil now hovered prepared to descend upon them on the horizon. This night would hold them through. This first glimpse of what plans and dreams they could make their own would keep them strong. Elrohir drank from his glass as he watched their bright faces radiant with laughter. He reached down to scratch behind the cub's ear affectionately as he wondered of his own path. He would leave this city soon. There was no longer this responsibility holding him here. He could no longer stand the walls that buried him. He was in need f the forests and open air to keep his sanity, or mayhap to lose it completely in those songs. It mattered not only that he be away from this enclosure. He still remained firm to his promise to not pick up his arms to use in malice. He was no healer, nor poet or minstrel. He knew not what to do with himself to pass the hours and days that would be of any use. Though he was certain there were many things out there, 'twas just a matter of finding one thing in which he could be absorbed. His solitary ways had been strengthened by his time alone confined to his chambers due to his wounds. Though he was healed and regaining his strength, he cared for company the less. Preferring the moments alone surrounded by greenery upon the roof. Though, he did enjoy his twin's companionship, and the occasional visit of his Adar was well received. He would stay in this place until the family meeting was called which Elladan had spoken to him of this day. Then he would take his things, his horse and his friend the wolf cub, and be gone from this stone and its haunting dreams, back to his calling trees. | |||
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[mood]  scared[music] my beating heart A vision of flawless clarity fills the young elf's pale eyes. He sits amid the grasses among the Pelennor Fields clad in robes of purest ebony. Between the bulking cliffs of Mordor and the White City. He turns his eyes towards the line of trees and his gaze carries far. Elrond rides amid the towering trees clad in robes of silken white and an armored breastplate bearing the ensign of the white city. He rides at a pace driven by speed and desperation. His dark hair tangles in the wind's violent touch and it sweeps out behind him. His handsome features are lined with determined purpose, as well as darkened by a fear that is not comfortable there. 'Tis a white frenzied fear, which drives the hooves of the horse and billows the robes around the elf's regal form. A fear that causes the blood within the watching young peredhil's veins to freeze as thick as winters ice. The gallant horse and elven rider breaks from the forest to fly over the fields towards the unsuspecting white city. Each hoof beat that stirs the earth a beat of a frenzied heart. No sound permeates the landscape beneath the heat of the afternoon sun save the beating hooves. The grasses sway golden red over the fields. The white rider sails above them forward to the white city, the white tree upon his elven breast. An elven crown of white gold upon his noble brow. The pale eyes of the watcher turn upward. From the cliffs a shadow rises and sweeps down over the golden red plains. In an instant the light of the rider is consumed beneath it and taken to the parched earth below. The horse's proud and weary beat devoured by the silence. The shadow rises over the fields and settles upon the city of white. Though none that dwell within her seems to notice this mass pushing down and suffocating them. Nor do any watching from the walls seem to notice Lord Elrond's robes. The white stained red and the shattered tree upon the breastplate gleaming dully. The golden red grasses swaying in a wind that can only be sensed. While the elf Lord's eyes once filled with the blue power of water are swallowed by shadow. Elrohir bolts straight from his sleep ashen faced and voice raised in fright. He flinches and yelps as the motion of his rising causes a sharp pain of protest from his healing ribs. He clutches his side and his mind swirls into focus. He is still in his room and the vision was another disturbing dream that haunts his sleep. He feels dizzy and slightly nauseated. But he forces his breathing to relax as he calms himself hoping he did not disturb his resting twin. | |||
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[mood] restless [music] the wolf cub snoring It has been some time past since last I touched these pages with the ink of a quill. For I have not much to divulge upon these pages. I have been bed ridden and removed from events beyond these walls. Minowyn, one of the women who works here at the tavern, was being assaulted and I attempted to aid her…but I fear my interference had little hope against my drunken adversary who was armed with a bar. I took some bruising and my legs and ribs were broken. I am in discomfort…but otherwise I am well. The injuries shall heal, though painful, they are not what they could have been in such a situation. Being confined to my bed and imprisoned within this stagnant room drives me to distraction. There are moments I fear my overwhelming desire to flee from here shall cease to be quelled. 'Tis all I can do to force myself into a calm and strangle the need to cry out and throw my body broken or not from the walls. My muscles twitch with unconscious desire to be active. To bury the fear and restlessness I have turned my mind upon other matters. I wonder what shadows roam the lands, what decisions have been made in my convalescence. I find with so many intruding worries and memories I find it difficult to sort through the confusion. At times, I am uncertain of events, leaving me doubting whether the past was shadow or concrete…and through it all the need to escape…even Ada's draught and grand-naneth's medicines can not soothe that need away… Elrohir places his quill down a moment and stares with longing at the light flooding into his window. He rubes his face and calms his nerves. Focusing on the small window for his peace. Once he is resettled he reunites the laden quill to the parchment. Elladan is here. He stays with me for which I am grateful. Though looking upon his features I know there are worries upon his heart. Worries he has yet to share with me. He has promised to take me to the gardens and away from these walls this day. Mayhap he shall open his mind to me there. | |||
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[mood]  tired[music] laughter below Elrohir walks to his desk littered with supply lists and moves some about trying to establish some sense of order. He takes out his journal and sets the worn item out. Takes up a quill and ink well and opens the book to a new page. He stares at the vacant space for a while before touching the quill to it. Today has been an eventful experience. I took my little friend to the forest where I found him in hopes of returning him to his family. I did so but we met up again not long after so he remains with me still. I feel alone and confused. Naneth and Adar are having relationship issues. It saddens me to see them so. Naneth came to my business with sorrowed words and I went to find Ada to try to understand. He was angry after a confrontation so I asked him to spar with me. Mayhap it was not a wise decision for we were joined by Naneth and Amras who believed me in trouble for Adar was winning the match. No one was injured though it was rather tense between the stranger and Amras for a time. I can but hope no more comes of it. | |||
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[mood] tired [music] my friend's snores The young elf enters the forests with his small friend bounding behind him. The little wolf's paw is healed now and the bandages have been removed. It is time for him to return to his family and his home. Though he admitted in his heart he would rather not see the cub go. This little one had become his closest friend and confidant. But he could not force the wild creature away from its home. The cub deserved a chance to return to his family and his habitat. Elrohir would worry about him because hunters would seek his hide. There were many dangers for a little wolf in this world. But to have him remain away from where he could be happiest would be a greater wrong. Together they traversed the forests searching for any sign of the little one's pack. They track and wander through the morning and into the afternoon when Elrohir at last locates a den. Just outside of the protected enclosure two small cubs about the same size as his friend wrestle in the dirt. A group of wolves watch over them. The young elf stops a comfortable distance from them; he adopts a submissive stance, communicating that he means no harm and that he will come no further into their territory. His little friend bounds out to the others tail held high and an excited yip from his muzzle. The other wolves sniff him uncertainly. Look him over. There is a tense moment when Elrohir is uncertain if they will accept the cub. But a large female approaches and licks the little one's face. Moments latter he is wrestling with his siblings. Elrohir stands alone in the shadows of the trees and watches, his expression soft as his friend is reunited with his family. Soon he feels a pair of wise authoritative eyes upon him. He knows he has outstayed his welcome and the Alpha wolf was instructing him to move on with that gaze. He inclines his head respectfully to the powerful creature watching him. Turns and leaves their home. His light silent steps take him over the forest floor. Not disturbing any of her creatures as he passes. His own thoughts drifting away. Would there be no end to the blood shed? He had hoped…he had thought that with Sauron's destruction there would be peace…quiet…but it would seem that there were old wars more strong. New ones with old hates that could have been let fade emerge every day. The conflict continues and Elrohir wonders why he even bothered to hope for an end to the blood that filled the rivers in his dreams. The dream of light and void continued. This past night the edges were blurred and it had been difficult to tell where the light ended and the void began. Another dream followed it shortly after. The fields in which he sat of yellow had been beneath a pink dawn sky. He had been there dressed in red and his face turned upward. The sky had filled with grey rolling clouds and a wind of voices had made the yellow grasses waves as though water. The rain came in fat drops of blood. Staining the yellow grasses and the white city crimson. He had turned his face and amid the whispered voices and bleeding sky. A brilliant light of white glowed from the Tower's roof and the blood rain turned to water. The red stains washing from the soil. But the dreams that haunted him he considered a normal part of his sleep now and ignored them. More pressing matters haunted his waking mind then to mull over images in rest. The time of his people was past here. And yet he could not leave. Many were ready to as he saw in his Adar's eyes. Many had already taken the journey. Some would wait a little longer. His brother and sister among them would choose to perish here. A thing which caused his Ada's heart to bleed with grief. Elrohir knew not what to do. He was not a man. Yet he oft felt that he was not an elf. He could not choose a mortal life among the humans but he knew that he could no more so sail to the West with the elves. The water had no call to him. His whispers were sung in the trees and stars above. It was not so much that he could not go to the havens, as he could not leave this land. It was a part of him. Stronger than even his love for his family was the hold the land had on his body. If he did not force control he could be lost forever running a thing of wild through the trees with no thoughts of any of the races or their worries. It would be such an easy thing to do…to let go…even now he could hear the trees soft songs luring his feet. But such a release would leave his family crushed. He belonged no where. He was not elf nor man and could follow neither. His parents would leave for the havens while his siblings would fade in age. He could not leave his twin here while he yet lived. He would stay on the shores until then…then make his choice. But staying here meant more blood. Watching all that was worked for fade…that hope was for nothing. He was alone. All he knew was dying. What reason had he to be here? Not an individual. He was a burden. A piece of puzzle that had no place in the world. The city felt like it was strangling him and he did not wish to return so he turned his feet in another direction allowing them to lead. He could let it go…let it all go and follow the trees. But he knew then he would be forced to return to the city and his misery at tasting such freedom then having it removed would be far worse. He had the blood of legends joined in his body. Yet he was nothing. His brother would take a path that would leave him in misery to make Elrohir happy. He was a burden that fit in no slot. He was alone here. He could not go with men, nor elves, the wilds nor the city. His silent feet had taken him from the trees to a rocky ledge overlooking the Anduin. Its course here was filled with rapids that the water surged and broke over in its never ceasing movement. Always moving to somewhere but never knowing where. There was a wind today that tugged at his ebony hair and clothing as his pale eyes watched the water move below. Its frothing currents a beauty of their own. Such purity and power…the water would flow for eternity to get to its destination that it did not know. It had a place and a goal. It knew where it belonged and had the courage to forge a path through even rock to see itself there. Looking up from the water to the afternoon sky Elrohir's pale eyes noted the colours. The froth of clouds in the blue. He mused in calmness at the similarity between air and water. He had always wished to fly. In that moment he decided to do so. He would give himself up to the currents, which would lead him to his place. He ran from the ledge and pushed off. Arms spread wide and eyes closed he flew for one breathtaking moment. The sweet taste of such freedom could never be compared as his light body hovered a moment above the water than plummeted downward to the release below. He would be swept to his place. He struck the cold water but somehow managed to miss the sharp rocks below. His eyes remained closed as his body was taken amid the currents as he forced himself to remain relaxed. He hit a boulder that knocked his breath away and left him bruised and was swept onward. He was taken past the rapids with no mortal wounds but lungfulls of water and bruised skin. He remained in the river and was carried by its arms to the rocky shore where he washed up gently in its hold on a large flat rock. The river left him and continued on. The drenched and bruised elf remained laying prone on the rock. Tears falling from his eyes as he lay there alone. It seemed not even the river would take him today. The afternoon moved on. He remained as he was left. Not wishing to return to the city or to the woods. Wondering if he lay there long enough perhaps he would just disappear into the rock. The sound of claws scrambling on the rocks reaching his ears. He paid it no attention. The sound grew closer and he was aware of something moving around him. A wet textured tongue followed by a small cold nose pressed over his cheek. Elrohir opened his eyes and blinked into the small face of his little friend. The wolf cub tilted its head to the side and wagged its tail in greeting. Without a word the elf got to his feet and picked up the cub in his wet arms. He made his way back to the city in silence. To the brothel where he changed and then was told that his mother was looking for him. He placed the wolf cub in his bed and watched his companion curl into a ball and fall asleep. | |||
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| I went for a walk...and I own a brothel? | |||
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[mood] worried [music] the wind The dream was more vivid this past night for the light seemed to burn my skin while the darkness I was pulled to seemed more hopeless. But it could be nothing more than the fact I was tired this past eve of the thoughts now battling for completion within my mind. My mysterious reoccurring vision is but another one to fight for focus within the turmoil. Of the past week I have been to a gathering at a local tavern where I listened to the Istari speak. They are at an impasse as we all over recent things. And just as concerned it would seem. I spoke with my Adar and I have met my Naneth once more. My feelings are conflicted. I missed her greatly but I fear I must grow to know her once more. She is unhealed, near a stranger to my eyes. But she has returned to us and that is something to hold onto. Turin murdered someone in the streets who had ill thoughts upon Haleth. I was caught in the midst of their confrontation and was left standing as a fool there. Out of place as I oft feel in this City. I saw that the body of the man was seen to the morgue much later once it was located. I would rather not have seen a death…but I believe Turin's intentions were well. My little friend's paw improves daily. He shall soon be ready to return to his own family. An event I admit that shall sadden my heart for I have grown to be attached to the little one. But to deny him a chance to return to his home would be unjust. So I shall do all I can for him. Many injured were brought into the city after an attack upon their home. My twin and Adar have been busy tending to their needs and injuries. Both are wary to exhaustion, but we are all needed to do as we can for these people. I have heard rumor it was an attack of Orcs and Easterlings. Such tidings bear further worry and confirmation of the shadow's lingering presence. He sets aside the journal and quill. He rises to his bare feet in the dim morning light and stares with shadowed eyes to the clouded sky beyond his window. | |||
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| Finding a friend | |||
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[mood] distressed [music] the little cub's whimpers The young elf tucks his journal back within the pack he wears strapped to his back. He rises to stand upon the branch which he was seated. The soft hide boots that reach his thighs makes it easy for his feet to balance him in such a manner. He remains imperceptible still blended with the tree for a time before turning from the city and racing among the branches. His steps sure and his soft smile genuinely joyful as he bounds and leaps amid the branches. His feet carrying him from tree to tree listening to their voices and feeling at ease. He spends the majority of the day in freedom, lost of all thoughts of the city, his friends, family and events. Hearing nothing save the voices of the ancient woods echoed through the youthful song of this forest. His eyes perceive naught but fading colours of leaf, sky and soil. He breathes the odors of air and water. The fire of Ea's passions surging through his body. His steady running turns in rhythm to the steps of an intricate dance. This was his secret. How when he released his thoughts to drown within the sound of the forest he would be swept away by her emotions. His body would be moved into a dance amid her music that he was unable to cease. Nor did he ever wish to. Such a dance he would continue until he passed out from exhaustion, if not but for the whimper that silenced the song. Elrohir froze upon the low branch he now stood. His keen elven hearing once again attuned to the sounds in the forest not of the trees. Grey eyes losing their haze to gaze over the ground below him. He spots the rustle of motion hidden by a shrub and another frightened whimper. He hops down gracefully and approaches the source of the noise with caution. Alert for any dangers and poised to flee or to defend himself should the situation require such action. Hesitantly, he reaches out a slender hand and pushes aside the branches to allow his eyes to view the source of the frightened sound. A tiny wolf cub lays curled into a ball beneath the branches. It looks up at the elf with frightened eyes and would surely run if not for its leg which is entangled in a trapper's snare. The noose pulled tightly slicing deeply into the small one's skin. Elrohir scowled in anger at the sight. He reached to his boot and removed the dagger he carried for emergencies and uses this to sever the snare. The cub attempts to flee but stumbles and falls yelping in pained distress. Elrohir knows he must remove the wire from the little one's ankle and see him mended for if not he would develop infection and risk losing the paw. "Shh pen-neth, I know you are frightened. I shall not harm you, I promise." He gently removes his cloak and bundles it around the small animal. Receiving a frightened bite in the process but the wolf is too young to cause much damage. Mind you it still hurts. He wraps him up in the dark cloak, all but for the injured paw, which he works amid the cub's wriggling to remove the wire. Successful, he holds the small unhappy bundle against his chest and begins walking back to the city. "Hush now pen-neth, we will see you mended." He plans to cleanse and bandage the wound at the healing houses where there are proper supplies. And then to keep him comfortable until healed. He also reminded himself that once the wolf was seen to he should check in on Aredhel to see how she was adjusting. | |||
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