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| 12. Estel va Atalante: Chapter 4.1- The Guardian-Heir and the Prince (Individual Story); Most of my individual stories I keep in the one area of the forum.... but these few are heavily part of this storyline. | |
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| Ioristion | Sep 7 2013, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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Lerinon was finishing his studies of the lore of Doriath when I entered into that portion of the basement library. It was dark, and he was pouring over the pages feverishly. I touched his shoulder, and it startled him. Normally, Elves are not startled, but his level of concentration was that deep. My father, Auruiron, would have loved to have observed that moment. I laughed, "You are quite the scholar, my brother. How strange it must feel, to be older than I, and yet younger." Lerinon laughed, "And for you to be younger than I, and yet older." What is he reading... "May I have a look?" I glanced down at the pages, and it was the tale of the loss of Elured and Elurin. "Alas, it was a pity. They could have grown to be great scholars, as their nephew, Master Elrond of Imladris." Lerinon turned, "What if I told you..." I smirked, and laughed briskly, "That you are Elurin?" Lerinon frowned, "Do not make light of it." I smiled, "Nay, I guessed it several months ago, when I came across the same text. But know this. For I am Heir to the Ainon Cundan. My father's blood flows through my veins. In his House, I am a Prince. And Minas Noldorion shall.... one day......" Lerinon smirked, "Be one day useless to all of us when we cross the Sea. I am certain that my real father has already received a great estate in the midst of Eldamar. I wonder what you shall be, Ioristion? Perhaps one of my servants." How dare he..... "We shall not cross the Sea until the impossible happens. And you know it. You took the Affirmation!" Lerinon drew himself to a great height, "Treason! Thus sayeth the Prince of Doriath. You will bow before me and recant this Affirmation as I have." I laughed, "Only my father can do this, and you know it. He alone holds the power to release us. And this he shall never do." Lerinon grew even angrier, "Macalaure........ that horrid name.......... this Son of Feanaro must die in payment for my father's death. And neither you, nor our fath..... Auruiron, shall change my mind." I drew myself to a great height, "I am Ioristion the Red. I may not be counted amongst the Wizards, but I am formidable, and of Noldorin blood. Be wary in my presence, Doriathrim. Teleri. You shall not escape from me. Where will you go? To Imladris? Not even Master Elrond will believe that you are his uncle! To Mithlond? Cirdan will be skeptical. Lamaenion will bar you access to the Sea for you are known to be the son of Auruiron, not a long-lost Prince of Doriath! The wilderness then, alongside Yucalwe and Macalaure and Daeron, and other exiles. Yet where are they? Dead or near-death is my guess. Macalaure is alive. He is here. You do not believe it. You are bound to this House, the House of the Guardians of Finwe, and his heirs, Feanor, Maitimo, Macalaure, Fingolfin, Findekano, Turgon, and Gil-galad! And of that lovely list, Macalaure is the only one left alive. Finarfin matters not, for he is not bound to this realm. Surrender to me, Prince!" Lerinon came at me with his runestones, and I took my staff and pushed him back. He tried to beat me with the stones, but I would not let him near. He stormed out of the basement, to one of many refuges of Laurelin, where Macalaure was visiting others. This particular refuge was only two leagues away from Minas Noldorion. Edited by Ioristion, Dec 6 2017, 05:44 PM.
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