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| 11. Estel va Atalante: Chapter III- The Shining Blades of Feanor; 'The Hope of the Downfallen' ; Chapter III of the Estel va Atalante storyline; Participants: Auruiron and Makalaure | |
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| Annunon | Apr 26 2012, 03:23 PM Post #21 |
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"It is too dark to go ahead as one," Makalaure told the rest of them as he continued to follow the sound of Auruiron's voice. "Let me proceed, and follow slowly behind me with the others." The troop moved carefully in the mist. The darkness gradually receded, and the moon shone bright and high above the horizon. The dimly lit sea glimmered below and beyond them in the distance and the stars slightly veiled by grey misty clouds floated across the night sky. There, just beyond the right corner of the balcony stood Auruiron, or at least what appeared to be Auruiron. Black was his form and well hidden by the mists of the spirit world. His eyes, in this same world, glowing red and with a fire of yellow at their centers. Guldrambor, now revealed to be only Auruiron in his pride and darkest guilt, felt the intensity of the poison of his wounding as it approached his heart. The evil that was Guldrambor pridefully laughed through Auruiron's mouth. The real Guldrambor also laughed from his frozen ship's deck in Forochel, although he knew not what was occurring further south. Auruiron slipped as softly as a shade up a narrow flight of steps hidden to the right. Makalaure followed carefully across the room to the balcony and continued up the narrow-stairway in the darkness before the others appeared. Annunion led the rest to the stairway but instead of following Makalaure he lifted his lofty shield effectively blocking further travel up the narrow staircase."I am sorry my friends. I cannot allow you further. For there is only room up above for two to move in safety. I can see the anger in your eyes Ancalimo, you fear for your master, but I must fear for mine. I am duty-bound to give my life in his place and have been so since our crossing of the Helcaraxe all those years ago. I am sorry sir! I have my orders, and my orders will be obeyed!" Ancalimo could say nothing but his actions spoke louder than any voice. Violently he tried to push past Annunion's shield but the duty-bound servant would not budge. "Hold friends and listen." The calm voice of Laurefinde soothed the confrontation as he moved Ancalimo with no little force to stand behind him. "Have trust in them both, let them speak to each other without interference. If a fight does ensue it would put them in even more danger should we crowd them by ascending." Edited by Annunon, Jul 8 2012, 12:08 PM.
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| The Doom of Nenuial | Apr 26 2012, 04:09 PM Post #22 |
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The dark mist swirled across the balcony of the tower and out of it rose Guldrambor from the stairs. Auruiron stood crouched, watching. The deep voice of Guldrambor echoed out to the stars and down to the restless sea. "Thou thinkest thou wilt escape me? I am thy Doom! The Doom of Nenuial! And thy body, thy soul, thy strength, wilt be mine!" "You are nothing. I am nothing. I am a mere soul tossed in the ebbing tides of history. Approach, if you dare!" Auruiron spoke bravely as Guldrambor circled close. Makalaure knew instinctively the mind of his friend was unclear and dangerous somehow. I must disarm him or others may be injured. Protectively holding Maicaril Lilómëa, the sword his father had given him, he watched Auruiron carefully. With his back to the sea Auruiron felt the heavy waves below awaiting a careless step. Makalaure stopped and pressed his back to the stone of the tower for he did not want his friend to be unaware of his danger. He did not know he was viewed as the hated Guldrambor, a manifestation of Auruiron's pride in the form of his worst memory. Auruiron could only see the spirit world and in it his eyes were on Guldrambor. Ancalima Calimmacil va Cano glinted pale in the moonlight as Auruiron stepped forward. Makalaure stepped forward to meet Auruiron, hoping they might speak but his sword too was held in readiness. Auruiron spoke in the gravelly voice of Guldrambor for he was possessed by his pride and that pride spoke through his mouth. "Kin-slayer, Oath-breaker, condemned to the Everlasting Dark! You now dare to approach! I am greater than the stars and more powerful than the firmament. Greater than any! I am Noldo!" It was clear to Makalaure that this was not his friend speaking but something far worse. It seemed the darkness he had sensed within Auruiron in Forochel had awakened in full force. Now it was confronting him with his own past and his own fears. Auruiron felt inspired. Somehow he sensed the presence of Makalaure, the voice upon the wind. Makalaure heard a vibration come forth from the spirit world and it sang, ~ Makalaure my friend ~ ~ I sense you are near ~ ~ Both you and I ~ ~ Have much to fear ~ ~ For he now stands before you ~ ~ My guilt and pride ~ ~ He is not Guldrambor ~ ~ He is I! ~ Auruiron suddenly charged at Guldrambor. Makalaure readying his own defenses steadied his feet in the rush as his friend came forward. With his blade aimed at Guldrambor's thigh Auruiron sliced through the air. Makalaure parried and tried to disarm his friend with a flick of his wrist but his sword glanced off the curved guard. Auruiron withdrew and in his pride he heard Makalaure speak once more. "Thou fool! Thou dare not slay me! I am the High King of the Noldor!" "You are not a King. I am not a King. You are nothing! And we shall pass throughout the abyss of history nameless!" The anger in Auruiron voice brought a dank fog to the slippery footing already at hand. Auruiron charged again from the right side but Makalaure parried the blade and moved swiftly to the left. Laurefinde can be heard beyond the stairs but Annunion's huge shield keeps all at bay. Auruiron struck again and once again Makalaure parried his friends sword. The blades clash swiftly seven times in succession. On the sixth clash Auruiron's mind takes him to Eregion once more. Lord Celebrimbor upon Sauron's spike, speaks to him. "You.......my friend.......must......not......give.....in....." "No!" The voice of Auruiron yells out, "I will not give in.....my duty to you will......be.....fulfilled......this.....I.....promise.....you...." Celebrimbor's body vanished as a vision of Annatar took its place, an Iron Crown upon his head. Auruiron's swift blade clashed into Sauron's dark one, yet strangely enough, Auruiron noticed that Sauron was holding Makalaure's sword, Maicaril Lilómëa. The clash was slow this time and lasts long. Sweat rushes down Makalaure's face yet he puts more strength into his sword arm to push back in protest as he meets the stone tower. He stares into the fiery eyes of Auruiron as the clash of their swords continues. Sauron returned to the form of Guldrambor just as Auruiron had an epiphany. "Since you are my pride..." Auruiron told his adversary. His gloved hand released his blade. The sword hit the stone floor where the ringing sound can be heard below. There was a scuffling as an anxious Ancalimo tried to see beyond the shield of Annunion and the staff of Laurefinde. Guldrambor stood before Auruiron, baffled, his sword momentarily forgotten. Auruiron threw his body past Guldrambor's blade and embraced his foe. Guldrambor, as Auruiron's pride, growls a warning. "Thou... what... art... thou... doing... I... am... thy..." The form of Guldrambor disappeared swiftly into nothingness while Auruiron's pride and guilt disintegrated with it. Never again will this guilt dominate the fea of Auruiron. Thus passed forever from the heart of Auruiron the desire to be master over the Earth and guilt for crimes he did not commit. Yet a new guilt remains. Remorse for this nights actions. Makalaure replaced his sword in its scabbard as Auruiron embraced him. The yellow pupils of Auruiron's eyes slowly turned into the restful green he had always known. Auruiron slid to the ground, the mirage slowly lifting around him to reveal what is true. Pain shot into his chest, and he remembered the Mark of Guldrambor. "Syphothelious, Mas.....linicius.........Athe...las.........poison......", he mumbled as he entered a deep sleep. His last memory is that of Makalaure standing over him with tears streaming down his face. Auruiron's last words struck Makalaure's heart "....poison......". His friend lay sprawled on the stone floor gasping for breath as he shook with tremors. Note: I took what Auruiron wrote and revised it with some of my own words to turn it into more of a story and to change the tenses. For these last 2 posts we discussed how we would pull off this roleplay fight and what was actually happening to Auruiron so this is a combined effort. Also I turned the word estel which is Sindarin into hope of which the rest of the story is written. ~ Maka ~ Edited by The Doom of Nenuial, Jul 8 2012, 12:39 PM.
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| Auruiron | Apr 26 2012, 07:54 PM Post #23 |
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Silence was born into the heart of Auruiron. The Moon now unveiled from clouds shown brightly on his sprawled form on the floor. He faded from the poison, and yet was not dead. But no longer did his mind take him to places of broken oaths, pain, darkness, or death. For the first time in centuries, he beheld Tirion and Alqualonde as he had remembered them before the Trees were vanquished, and there he saw once more that fair and bright day. He saw himself as he was meant to be. Passive, unwilling to dominate, calm, and joyful. He saw himself speak the words of Nienna's prophesy to Makalaure, and for the first time, he heard them clearly. Now I understand. His mind drifted. Makalaure, Laurefinde, and the others stood over Auruiron's shaking form on the roof of the Tower. "Auruiron, my lord!", spoke Annunion, kneeling on the floor. Melimwe knelt down as well, and felt his pulse. "He is growing weaker. What is happening to him?" Edited by Auruiron, Jul 8 2012, 12:53 PM.
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| Melimwe | Apr 30 2012, 08:09 PM Post #24 |
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Sweat poured on Melimwe's face, brave soldier of the Noldor that he was, yet oft he was accused of his softness by Annunion. Brave Melimwe, a Singer of Alqualonde himself, was a lover of both the flute and harp. He oft would sing to the birds, and share their sorrow at the destruction of the lands of Arda. He was jealous of Alcon at times, knowing full well the deep friendship he kept with Maglor, but renounced every thought bitterly. Melimwe knelt down, his sweeping white robes piling onto the floor of the roof, and tears came forth from his eyes. "My lord Makalaure, my friend, say not that he is lost!" Melimwe's saddened eyes grew wider, and he then realized what must be done. "Annunion", Melimwe spoke, "We should prepare beds and barrels of medicine in the library below. I fear we all may need to keep watch on Auruiron, lest he awaken into madness once more, and go forth rampaging throughout the halls. Alas, we must all stay in the chamber below tonight, and aid in the healing process, as much as we can." Heal he must.....he will survive....he must.... Edited by Melimwe, Jul 8 2012, 12:40 PM.
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| Annunon | Apr 30 2012, 08:29 PM Post #25 |
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"Alas, yes, Melimwe, you are right." Annunion paused. This was a sight strange to him. He had learned of the rumors of Orc-torture in the First Age of Arda, but never thought that here, so far away from there and then, his lord would suffer so. That a Corsair-Lord could come into Eriador unannounced, and that he, Annunion, who had stood by his lord in countless battles, even when others of the Ainon Cundan were on their leave from duty, would allow him to go into the North alone. If only I had disobeyed his command......No. My duty is to the Oath. I must obey him! Oh Auruiron, my friend alongside whom I sang in Alqualonde so long ago, why have you faltered so? Auruiron! I pity thee! Oh Valar, would that I could take his place in that sad heap on the floor! "Well, what are we all standing around here for? This is grievous and sad. Alas, Auruiron, my lord! But we must act quickly, now my friends. Forgive me for my actions earlier, but duty binds me. And duty has bound be further yet again." Annunion and Melimwe hurried to the cellars first, and brought forth barrels of the three herbs, Syphothelious, Maslinicius, and Athelas. Syphothelious was a sea-dwelling herb, found often in sea-weed, that would be used to prevent blood from exiting the body. It was a lubricant by which a surgery could be performed, but also could be used in order to clean wounds of corruption. Maslinicius was an antidote for poisons of the sort that Orcs would carry on their scimitars. It had an unpleasant taste, because it contained slug slime among other things in order to counteract the poison, and would cause its drinker to belch, and yet not throw up. Athelas was Kingsfoil, a weed that was used to cure deadly wounds, such as the Black Mark of Guldrambor, caused by a slight dagger wound. These they brought up to the library. They cleared the marble tables of books, and with Astarseron's help among other guardians, moved them aside. Closer to the balcony's great windows, they brought forth beds from the lower-levels, which were large enough only for one person to fit on each bed. They placed their own beds closer in the alcoves between the pillars, but Auruiron's they set in the center, with his head facing the Sea, and they placed two others facing the center of the room, one to the left, and the other to the right. Annunion and Astarseron would sleep closer to the door-entrance to the chamber, and kept the weapons, especially Ancalima Calimmacil va Cano, far away from where Auruiron would be. Melimwe would sleep further up, in the middle of the room, than they. But the last three beds remained closer to the windows, and faced the balcony outside. Of course, per usual, Auruiron had never truly halted his sewing habits, despite everything else he would claim to have done. A Noldor in speech, in loyalty, but a special part of him would always remain Vanya. Thus, after over eight thousand years of sewing from his carefully preserved specimens of silk-worms from an Aman-breed he kept in the cellars, it would come to no surprise to any who knew him that almost all of the fabric in Minas Noldorion would be silken, including bedding. Yet such things were not always a pleasure in colder climates. Auruiron near-froze to death on the Helcaraxe of the past, and the icy wastes of Forochel in more recent history.... Annunion returned to the roof, and spoke to Laurefinde and Makalaure: "The preparations are complete, sires. The medicines are ready near where Lord Auruiron will be laid to rest. Astarseron and I have the keys to the room below, as well as those of the windows overlooking the balcony, and we will be sleeping with the weapons to the rear, unless our need is called for. Melimwe will be closer to us as well. Auruiron should be placed in the middle, with room to move around him, should he become restless again. My sires, you may do as you will, and we will not begrudge you if you should wish to sleep far away from this catastrophe. My soldiers and I are at your command now. Yet for now we will remain awake, for although we are not doctors, I fear we may need our strength throughout most of this night. Command me, my lords. We are ready to move Lord Auruiron downstairs by your order!" I cannot believe I just said that. Laid to rest??!!! No! I will not believe it! Mandos, please, come not for him! Our Oath we have yet to fulfill! Edited by Annunon, Jul 8 2012, 12:10 PM.
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| Macalaure | May 1 2012, 07:14 AM Post #26 |
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"Poison! He said poison! What does that mean?" Makalaure's voice was panicked. It was easy to see the experience had disturbed him. Laurefinde moved up to his side and lay a hand on his shoulder to steady him. "I will take him inside when they have prepared a place for him!" Carefully Makalaure knelt down and felt the forehead of his friend for fever, yet there was none. He could see Auruiron trembling and wondered if it was from cold so he removed his cloak and lay it over Auruiron carefully, tucking in the edges to keep away the draft. "He thought I was someone else, Guldrambor I suppose. He was in some kind of a dream, a very powerful one." Makalaure looked up at Laurefinde for some kind of confirmation as to the health of Auruiron. "Can he be saved?" Angrily he allowed his voice to carry over the sound of the sea. " I will not let him die!" |
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| Laurefinde | May 1 2012, 07:16 AM Post #27 |
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Laurefinde smiled gently at Makalaure's question. Though he had some alarm within him and did not understand the entire circumstance surrounding the healing Auruiron needed, he somehow knew things would be better. He was ever the one to look at the bright sides of issues. "Auruiron has some kind of poison as you heard him say Makalaure and I believe his body will help him get rid of it. Sometimes the mind can also be poisoned, just as yours was." Makalaure looked up at him again and nodded sadly. "We will do all we can for him but as it was up to you to heal yourself so it will be up to him. It may be he is already healing from this experience." At the return of Annunion and the others Laurefinde stepped back and held a hand out for the others to wait. "Makalaure will carry him to his sickbed my friends if you will but make way and show us where to go." Laurefinde watched Makalaure lift Auruiron as gently as a mother lifts her babe. The others made way for them down the narrow stairs and to the room prepared. "This will do nicely," Laurefinde said once they placed Auruiron on the bed. Now to the healing herbs please while I... Oh my, he has some strangeness here at his side. It is hot to the touch and I am wondering if this is the site of the poison he spoke of." Laurefinde carefully pushed Makalaure away to allow more light on the wound but the friends were hovering close and others were also unintentionally hampering the healing. "Bring your drinks and herbs," he finally said, "place them on this bedside table and bring me two wet cloths, a hot cloth and a cold one. We shall remove the heaviness within him if Makalaure will sing a healing song." At the mention of a healing song Makalaure readied to sing until Laurefinde pulled his elbow away from the bedside. "Over there," he said pointing across the room. |
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| Annunon | May 1 2012, 07:50 PM Post #28 |
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"Alright, Melimwe, Astarseron, do as Laurefinde has asked, and then stand back here with me out of their way." Melimwe went to fetch the cloth, one he threw on ice in the cellars, and the other he heated near one of the vats. He brought them back up to the library, and Astarseron brought the herbs and liquid over. They made room for Makalaure to move throughout the room as well, and the others, including Annunion, stood back against the bookshelves and began to watch. Edited by Annunon, Jul 8 2012, 12:10 PM.
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| Auruiron | May 1 2012, 08:33 PM Post #29 |
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Auruiron's mind drifted further. He knew now that Makalaure would be saved, and found peace, yet he knew not the way in which this will occur. It puzzled him, but he was too sick to solve such mysteries. Then Auruiron became aware of the pain in his side growing rapidly. His pride had failed and fallen before him, but now a worse foe was come. The Doom of Nenuial, prophesied to him by wicked lips, was drawing near, ere the poison passed within inches of his heart. No Lord Namo, I cannot come unto your Halls just yet! He thought he heard the voice of Laurefinde in the background among other voices. He felt the pain worsen, as he gradually become more conscious, although his eyes remained closed. He felt a soft cold enshrouded about him, and recognized it as a silken cloak. He felt at ease in some ways, but the poison's effects became even worse. He would be belching and vomiting soon if something was not done. And then he listened intently, in the hope of hearing Makalaure in the turmoil and chaos of his pain, which swirled around him. Suddenly, Auruiron realized which cloak he was now wearing, and took to fear. He mustered up all of his energy, despite the pain and danger, to return to consciousness and speak. All Auruiron could do was mumble, and the others halted suddenly to listen. "Top....chamber...my...cloak.................Ma...ka.....lau....re.....must.....wear..........Nienna.......washed.....tears..........." It was the same silken cloak Alcon had worn on the day he bestowed its 'brother' to Maglor on the platform outside of the Halls of Song in Aman, and yet it was unfettered by time. It was clear to the eye that the tears of the Vala Nienna preserved it. Annunon rushed to Auruiron's chamber in haste with wonder on his face, and returned with the large white cloak of Alcon. He turned to face Makalaure. Edited by Auruiron, Jul 8 2012, 12:54 PM.
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| Macalaure | May 11 2012, 10:09 AM Post #30 |
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"I ...I should wear this?" Makalaure questioned as he prepared to sing. He took the cape from Annunon tenderly. The beauty of the silken cloak brought him to remember the cloak his friend had given him when they were friends in Aman. Once the white cloak had settled around his shoulders he felt suddenly confident, able to bring forth more in his song than he had ever imagined. Effortlessly he began to sing, his clear voice bringing the healing he hoped Auruiron needed. The words he composed in his mind should aid the healing. Laurefinde looked up with a smile of confidence before he concentrated on placing the hot cloth, with the leaves of athelas wrapped within, upon the wound. "Poison coming from far within, To bring you out we now begin. All will be well for we shall save, The lord of the manner true and brave. Awake and return from the stars above, We bring you to us with a chord of love. Let the poison leave his hroa so deep, And peaceful dreams in his fea to keep. Auruiron sleeping in Iluvatar's light, Tended by loving friends this night. Awake and return from the stars above, We bring you to us with a chord of love. Poison come forth you will be gone, Abide the healing of Aman. Skilled are the hands, skilled are the songs, Bring Auruiron back where he belongs. Awake and return from the stars above, We bring you to us with a chord of love." Silence enveloped the room. Makalaure dared to breathe in relief for it seemed as if Auruiron was more peaceful. "The poison Makalaure, you brought it to the surface. The athelas has taken it within itself." Laurefinde whispered as he removed the heated compress which now had a slight aura of gold about the edges. It reminded Makalaure of the color of the very leaves of Laurelin. Carefully Laurefinde placed the cloth in a container and shut the lid tightly. "It would not do to let this out in the tower." He drenched a liquid from a nearby bottle over the clean cold cloth. Gently the loremaster placed this new cloth over the area that had offered up the poison. "Auruiron? Auruiron my friend," Makalaure spoke soothingly as he watched the Master of the Ainon Cundan. "Rest and be at peace. We shall guard you now as you draw within you your strength." |
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| Auruiron | May 11 2012, 12:49 PM Post #31 |
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Auruiron's thoughts drifted, and he was brought to memories long past. You will learn. The Voice echoed within his heart, a memory, entrenched within his heart since that fateful night in Aman so long ago. And he began to think. He began to reason, and many things were made clear to him. Olorin and Irmo in the Garden, Nienna at the balcony, Manwe between the pillars. All will be well.Then Guldrambor is a liar!, he thought. His memories turned, and he remembered the Maia who fought him as the First Kinslaying had begun to unfold. Wait....what...the.......it was him! Guldrambor is the Maia of Irmo who attacked me. And I feel sorry for him!And then Auruiron heard the fair voice of Makalaure, and beheld his presence in the dark. His friend became as if a beacon of light, and with every word, the spirits of Auruiron were lifted. And Auruiron's new-found hope filled the spirit-world, the Light of the Calaquendi, and his heart pulsed with love for both friend and foe alike. Alcon, son of Alcarin, was reborn in mind and heart. His mind was now firmly in the belief that all would be well, and no one, especially not his friend, would cease to exist, and be apart from the love and light of Iluvatar and the Valar. No one, he reasoned, condemned to the Everlasting Dark could release such love. Yucalwe son of Yuale, so lost and confused, you are defeated. You have saved us. Alas, if only I could do the same for you. And Auruiron began to recover his strength. Slowly he felt the poison leave his body, and he felt safe. He had never felt such peace since the night before the Trees fell. It felt strange and foreign to him now, but he welcomed it with open arms, at least if his arms could move, he would have. His mind took him to the fair harbors of Alqualonde, to Maglor and his wife, and before. To the day of days upon which he felt nothing would ever harm them. The Music School erupted in laughter at his twelve-tone, and he laughed with them. His friend smiled and he smiled. He gave to him the cloak, and his friend's eyes were filled with mirth. "Don't say it. Do not call me a prince!", he said. Yes, as you have spoken, my friend!, he thought within his mind. And with laughter in his heart, he fell asleep, and dared to dream a dream. And he dreamed of peace. Of days long past. His class was entering for a session on Aman, and it was held in Minas Elendur. Lord Celebrimbor smiled as the students filed into the chamber. These young Elves, born in the brief moments of peace, would become the generation that the Dark Lord would learn to fear. Auruiron smiled at his master. He rubbed the bindings of the shelves in his library, waving his hand down the sections, gracefully feeling them, cold and smooth to the touch. He remembered Tirion. He saw his room before him. I will never abandon you, for my dreams and visions pass to all who need them, you need not fear.Lord Irmo's words in the Garden stretched across his mind, and he was at ease. His music sheets were scattered across the shelves as usual. His harp was on the table. He rubbed his hands on the cold white coverings on his bed: his instrument for practicing the little knowledge Lord Irmo would teach him from time to time.I had best start writing the Song, and not be late for the class!Alcon rushed through his belongings, grabbed his pen and sheets of music, and rushed for the door. Elenestel stood with a quick breakfast for him. He smiled and embraced his mother, and chewed fast on the morsel he was given. It was lembas. He noted the shadows of the Two Trees upon the land. I must hurry! He put on his robes, grabbed his sheets of music, and his harp. And then Nienna entered the room. Her tears shown as jewels as they hit the silken fabric of his great cloak, then they dried, and the cloak sparkled. Alcon approached the Vala. She smiled through her tears, and bade him turn around. The cloak draped in a heavenly way over his shoulders. He dared to do what few other Eldar would have done. He kissed her, deeply, and said, almost half-knowing what was about to happen, "Promise me he will survive the Oath in peace". "I promise, and for your sake as well. For more than one will be saved". With that, Alcon Auruiron embraced her, and her tears fell as a fair wind and light rain upon his head. "Oh, and one more thing, be certain that he keeps his near him as well.", spoke Nienna. "He will not soon leave the sight of my eyes, my Lady, this I promise you.", Alcon replied. And after one final 'Namarie' to his mother and Nienna, he turned toward the door of his house. He ran through it, and into the Light. And then all grew darker, and his body arose halfway, and there he was. The others were all 'sleeping' on beds around him. The Library of Minas Noldorion surrounded him now. The Sun slowly began to rise on the horizon. He gazed upon it, and shook his fist in frustration at the Sea. Then he sighed, and turned. The others appeared to be in Elvish sleep, but they were in fact awake, guarding Auruiron though he knew it not. His body felt cold, but he somehow knew he would recover. He began to wonder what had really happened to him. He turned to see Ancalimo lying on a bed as well, and his arm was bandaged. "Who am I.....and what have I done?", he spoke. Did I do this? To him!? Edited by Auruiron, Jul 8 2012, 12:57 PM.
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| Ancalimo | May 14 2012, 11:19 AM Post #32 |
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The dream took on special significance. Ancalimo let himself relax because he knew he was living the early years of his life. It was not what his memory told him had happened but he let the scene unfold because he enjoyed reliving Tirion when he was but a boy. Back when he could sing like a bird and harmonize like no other, just picking the tune up naturally to fill out the song, without instruction or formal training. Ever since Macalaure had entered the music school in Alqualonde it made it easier for other Noldor to take part and this he did, living in the sea town for awhile before going home to visit. The song blazed into his mind just as the tree of Laurelin came into full light. Macalaure was singing without accompaniment except for his own harmony and there was joy in their hearts. He saw the others too. The singers, most of them Noldor, with dark hair and sea grey eyes stood about listening or gathering up their instruments in anticipation of playing the next song. Macalaure's words were strange, here was a song he had never heard before. He stopped his harmony and felt the heat go out of him. Ancalimo recognized the song now as a healing song. Was he injured? A memory returned to him and with it Tirion faded into the past. He was on a pallet in the room where Auruiron had his library. On a center dais lay Auruiron himself and as he became more aware of his surroundings the song of his friend faded with the dream. Silently he watched Laurefinde quietly working. The loremaster was whispering words he could make out as Quenya but he did not know their meaning. Makalaure had ceased to sing and had moved to another pallet. The room smelled of cinnamon and lemon, a strange mixture reminding him of the forests of Brethil before the great wars. Sleepily he looked to see his arm bandaged yet could not recall how he had been injured. A tiredness overcame him and he closed his eyes. |
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| Macalaure | May 14 2012, 11:36 AM Post #33 |
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Hearing Auruiron speak, Macalaure spoke in a whisper. "Fear not my friend. You are healing yourself now. We have all been here for you, to keep you safe and any evil from this room." Macalaure stood up and removed the beautiful cloak from his shoulders. "Here, you need this. I wore it for awhile but it is rightfully yours and should help you while you rest." Carefully he lay the cloak over Auruiron taking care to avoid the side that was injured as he tucked it around him. "This is one powerfully good healing cloak." A song came from his heart and he hummed the tune, all the while watching Auruiron for any sign the poison was still present. At a far table Laurefinde arranged bottles and packets of medicines occasionally lifting one up to smell it, he was taking notes on a parchment with a small charcoal stick. Macalaure smiled at the loremaster, he was ever curious of all around him and he seemed to be treating this room as his own study. |
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| Auruiron Alcarion | Aug 29 2013, 04:29 PM Post #34 |
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"It is more than...oh........I feel....................but you need healing.....as well.......................", spoke Auruiron, slowly. Annunon, known also as Almareon, took a small mirror, and Auruiron gazed into it- his face appeared older yet again. Then he knew the vision had departed from him. Laurefinde continued at his reading and writing, but a smile was on his face. Then Auruiron turned towards Ancalimo. "Makalaure.........take it off of me........give it.....to him.......for I can guess who did this to him. I am so sorry.....what have I done........." Then the room was filled with silence. Auruiron then fell asleep once more. His mind was filled with awe and peace. His smiling face removed all unhappiness from the room. His hair glistened in the light of the rising sun. |
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| Auruiron Estelon | Aug 29 2013, 04:44 PM Post #35 |
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In time, the remnants of the sickness departed from Auruiron, and with it, the gravity of the weariness and sickness that so ailed him for centuries. His mind became as if fresh and new, his hair returned to color, and his spirit ceased to fade. He renamed himself 'Auruiron Estelon,' for the finding of Macalaure and the driving off of Guldrambor rekindled his morale, and with it, the belief his Affirmation may one day be fulfilled. Yet still he was not as young as he had once appeared, but persisted in his belief that he would be young again, if to Aman he shall one day return. Edited by Auruiron Estelon, Aug 29 2013, 04:44 PM.
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