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13. Estel va Atalante: Chapter 4.2- The Prince of Doriath and the Prince of Tirion; Partially from an in-game conversation between Lerinon and Makalaure.
Topic Started: Sep 4 2013, 10:22 PM (86 Views)
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After the Feanorians returned with Yucalwe, a refuge of Laurelin was revealed to the others to be not far from Minas Noldorion. It was one of many refuges, and it was by far not the largest, nor the Chief of them. It was a brisk two miles walk, and Auruiron wondered if Makalaure was in actuality living down the street for years without him knowing about it. He laughed at the thought.

But I, Lerinon, continued into the refuge, after having returned from my brief period of months-long seclusion. I was studying the history of Doriath, which my adopted-father brought out of Menegroth after having stumbled upon one of its libraries. I learned of the birth-records of two twins in the year of my own birth, along with my twin-brother, to none other than King Dior son of Beren himself. I stared in wonder at the text. Yet there was no direct proof.

As I poured over the pages, I looked in the mirror at myself, and began to perceive features I did not perceive in Auruiron's face. Mannish features. Or were they? My brother and I were dragged out into the darkness and left alone by other Elves. So also were Elured and Elurin according to other texts I once came across. Was I Elurin? How was I to know, to truly know? Derived logic is as valid as its counterpart. Yet even so, was I not also tortured nigh Umbar? Did the foul potion of the Enemy not make my cheek-bones stretch further outward? Broad-shoulders was an answer, although some Elves do indeed have them, and I went to study Fareon's face, my twin-brother, who was not tortured. There were indeed striking resemblances.

We both have concluded that Dior was our true father, and that Auruiron saved us from starvation. Nevertheless, we lack direct-proof, save for one memory: A beautiful male Elf arraigned in resplendent garb, with a powerful Jewel in his crown, a Jewel with a Light of its own. Was it a dream, or was it real? History may judge us as having never existed. Others may claim that we are not the lost children of Doriath. But we stand in our belief. And great was our righteous anger at the House of Feanor.

So it was that I entered the refuge, and encountered Makalaure face to face. Auruiron introduced us, and smiling, departed, for he needed to tend to other things back at Minas Noldorion. It was only Makalaure and I standing face to face. I began-

Lerinon: "So this is he, at last. The lost Prince of Feanor. The murderer of my father!"

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Makalaure: *Smacks Lerinon around the ears a few times*
"Where is your father?"

Lerinon: "You murdering Feanorian!''

Makalaure: "How dare you! Thankfully you will not have to worry about me murdering anyone else. And where is my brother?"

Lerinon: "He deserved what he received..."

Makalaure: "It was his decision."

Lerinon: "It was quite just of him. Yet why are you here again?"

Makalaure: "Because I survived."

Lerinon: "Younger brothers ought to follow the example of their elders..."

Makalaure: "...and what do you know of younger brothers?"

Lerinon: "Although my brother and I are twins, he has remained slightly more mature than I. I follow his example."

Makalaure: "*continues sharpening his sword with a stone* Is that so?"

Lerinon: "The only thing keeping me from seeking justice for my father.... is my adopted father's vow.... he made me take it..."

Makalaure: "Seeking justice? And what justice would you seek?"

Lerinon: "You annoying sons of Feanor.... always loyal to your own father, without regard to the myriad of other fathers who have sons."

Makalaure: "You have not answered my question."

Lerinon: "I do not know for certain if King Dior of Doriath is my father. But I do know that the moments of what happened to my brother and I nearly mirror the lore kept in Imladris! And so I will believe he was my father, who died unavenged."

Makalaure: "So... let me get this straight... You blame me for being a kinslayer yet you wish to avenge someone's death?
Someone you do not even know? I might also mention that King Dior was not unarmed, he fought with weapons, in a fight. That fight could have gone either way. It was a battle not a murder."

Lerinon: "I know you greater than you believe. Of how you shunned aside your wife and daughters, and close-friends, my adopted father not withstanding, all for your father's pride. Oh you and Auruiron could have avenged Finwe in a more subtle way. You could have mourned his loss with honor. You could have allowed the Valar time to react. But no. You were selfish in your passions."

Makalaure: "Those were times of heated anger and rebellion, no one was thinking straight. I did not have the luxury of thinking at my leisure.
No one knew how things would turn out."

Lerinon: "You could have fled from your family to mourn alone. To mourn as a singer should. It is all my adopted father's fault, he admits it. Oh if he and my adopted uncles only moved fast enough to stop you, my father might still be alive."

Makalaure: "You have a fine father. Nothing was his fault."

Lerinon: "But fortunately for him, I believe in honor. I will not direct my feud against him, for without him, I would have died with my brother in the wilderness."

Makalaure: "You have no feud. You are young and need to learn your place in history. It does you no good to worry about what is in the past."

Lerinon: "Even so, your problem was impatience. Do you not know, what a cunning tongue I possess? If I was permitted to grow, I could have convinced my father to surrender the Silmaril. You could have sent Auruiron as an envoy to befriend my father, to advise him. You knew he did not swear your Oath, he would have served Feanorian interests perfectly."

Makalaure: "We held back for several years, hoping we would be contacted."

Lerinon: "I remember reading you did send an emissary, but he apparently was the wrong one to send. My father foolishly sent him away."

Makalaure: "Why did King Dior keep it for himself? He was selfish and attributed the gem to having some kind of power he possessed."

Lerinon: "He believed he was heir to it as much as you. By Beren's blood and sacrifice. Oh no, mighty Maglor did not penetrate Angband and sing Morgoth to sleep, no! Brave Maedhros did not wrest the Silmarils from his iron crown. My grandparents did. Nay, rather, two of your brothers came and tried to stop them!"

Makalaure: "They took what rightfully belonged to the house of Feanaro."

Lerinon: "Then the house of Feanaro should have penetrated Angband on their own, and saved my grandparents the hardship."

Makalaure: "Who are your grandparents?"


Lerinon: "If Dior was my father, then Beren was my grandfather, and Luthien my grandmother."
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Makalaure: "But what if he was not? You are getting all worked up over something you have no power over."

Lerinon: "You do notice I am more broad-shouldered than most Elves?"

Makalaure: "Perhaps you have the blood of a woodcutter in you."

Lerinon: "Most Elves are tall and thin. I have the shoulders of a Man. I deduce I am half-Elven."

Makalaure: "Your deduction has a flaw if I understand what you are getting at."

Lerinon: "Which means I can only belong to a family of half-Elves. I wonder who they might be..... I dare say, my nephew has constructed quite an abode in Imladris..."

Makalaure: "Your nephew I suppose is Lord Elrond..."

Lerinon: "Tell me, the servants who captured my brother and I, were ordered to do so by a Noldo Elf with sandy-colored hair. Do you not deny that such an Elf fits the description of your brother Celegorm?"

Makalaure: "I know and have known many Elves with broad shoulders. My brother died at the hands of King Dior. I do not know what he told anyone."

Lerinon: "You know the history kept in Imladris.... it states the servants of Celegorm took Elured and Elurin into the wilderness to starve to death..."

Makalaure: "My brother had very broad shoulders. I do not believe that."

Lerinon: "Regardless, I do share many characteristics similar to those of Elrohir and Elladan, who you full well know, are described differently in writing than the Elves."

Makalaure: "What would you say if I said to you... Let us be friends? The past cannot be changed but the future can."

Lerinon: "Can this be... am I then to befriend my father's killer? Ai! What a strange conundrum... yet you are a singer, rivaled only by Daeron of my people... your words seem reasonable, but let us see their worth."

Makalaure: "*oils the blade he is sharpening and goes back to the stone*
Do I need to remind you that I raised Lord Elrond and his brother Elros?"

Lerinon: "I dare you to compose a song in memory of Dior of Doriath and his glorious deeds, without glorifying your brothers, and to sing it with passion. You will, by doing so, demonstrate your sincerity of heart."

Makalaure: "Remind me again of Diors deeds. I can't seem to recall them."

Lerinon: "He, as with your grandfather King Finwe, was defending something precious to him. His realm. His people. He was no more valiant than you in the Dagor Aglareb."

Makalaure: "Yes but his deeds... did you not wish me to create a song stating his many glorious deeds? What were those again?"

Lerinon: "Were you not there? The deeds would not have seemed glorious to you, for they were set against you and your people."

Makalaure: "Does my friendship with you hinge on an accounting of the deeds of Dior as glorious as they were non-existent?"
Did he leave his cave to battle orcs? Or perhaps he went with his mother to help her battle Sauron?
The truth of the matter is, he was greedy and in spite of leading his people and protecting them, he put all of them at risk for a gem that was not his to keep. Would that it could have been different. But it was not. He was not a wise king."

Lerinon: "No, he fought with Curufin and Celegorm to the death, in defense of his people, already once sacked by Nogrod Naugrim, and the Silmaril upon his brow shown forth with such brilliant light, his foes were blinded by its beauty. He died with honor, and the spirits of his foes found themselves caught within the Light, unable to return, when Mandos called them."

Makalaure: "I suppose we look at things differently."

Lerinon: "If you cannot sing of him gloriously, respect him for his final moments, and the tragedy of his circumstances. He believed he was serving the honor of his parents, who risked everything, and his mother who surrendered her immortality, all for that quest bound within their love."

Makalaure: "I do not disrespect him. You did not live through those times."

Lerinon: "Ask yourself: If your parents performed said deeds, what would you have done differently? How would my father's longing to serve the honor of his parents differ from your desire to..................... *Lerinon begins to stutter* ...tu..tu.....tu.....to............ser...serve....th....the....hon...hon..or....of.....yo...urs?"

Makalaure: "Please relax Lerinon, it is all in the past. Let us now be friends and appreciate each other for what we are now."

Lerinon: "You......you! Repent of the deeds of House Feanor, and we shall be friends. Wish to all the Valar, and to He who dwells beyond the Circles of the World, that you had never sworn your father's Oath. Then you will prove your honor to me."

Makalaure: "Lerinon, I have done so a thousand, thousand times."

Lerinon: "Prove to me that you are still the Elf my adopted father loved enough to affirm to follow you. The musician and poet who never desired to be called 'Prince.' Do so again in my presence, I beg you..."

Makalaure: "I repent my ill spoken oath and all the deeds that came from keeping that oath."

Lerinon: "T....Th...the....then....... I hold.... the debt satisfied, the fued ended, and honor and justice served. As the Valar pardoned all among the Noldor of the First Age, so do I now consider the past of the past, and lay it to rest."

Makalaure: *slides his sharpened sword into an ornate sheath that hangs by a leather belt on a hook*

Lerinon: "Now you must promise, that you will do all in your power, to return to Aman, and there embrace my blood-father as your brother and friend. I promise you, not only will he embrace you, but your brothers also."

Makalaure: "I have tried to return to Aman, I am rejected. Once I do get to Aman I doubt very much those living there will be happy to see me.
*stands up and moves over to Lerinon and embraces him* Friend! Thank you for forgiving me."

Lerinon: *returns the embrace* "Friend!"

Makalaure: *smiles and relaxes* "Now if your brother will do the same thing... we will amaze your father."

Lerinon: "Do me one small favor, my friend, and to my second to last comment, speak the words 'I promise.' Then I will have the ability to work on my brother's resolve."

Makalaure: "What is it I promise?"

Lerinon: "To embrace my father in friendship one day. I will convince him, be assured. You have many diplomats at your disposal." *smiles*

Makalaure: "I promise if it comes to that I shall embrace him. If he will allow it."

Lerinon: "And by stating "Once I do get to Aman," earlier, you gave intent to seek it." *embraces Makalaure again*

Makalaure: "I must rest now but I shall dream of this night and my promise to you."

Lerinon: "You do realize, I have essentially won what my adopted father has sought to achieve for over three thousand years? Ada Auruiron will actually seek out that special stone I asked him for! Good night, my friend. I shall dream of this night as well. May your dreams be pleasant."

Makalaure: *takes his swordbelt from the hook and lifts a heavy leather bag that holds his harp* "Rest well yourself."

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I wandered back home to Minas Noldorion, and found my father's famed cloak, the one he had worn since Aman, so unblemished by time and cold, smooth, shining and clean. I took it with me into my room, and locked the door. Wrapping myself within it, I rested, and began to dream peacefully, reliving Auruiron's experiences as if they belonged to me, as Makalaure sang nigh the waterfalls of Valinor. Ada... I am sorry I ever doubted you.......
Edited by Lerinon, Dec 6 2017, 05:57 PM.
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