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| 2. Wind-Singers: Prologue II- A Boon Discovery; Ioristion wanders into Eregion in his madness, and what he found.... | |
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| Findekano | Apr 6 2016, 02:52 PM Post #1 |
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Ioristion rode quickly through the Bruinen Gorges. Melimwe scouted him, without revealing his presence. Ioristion always wished to believe that he was protecting himself. But his mind was scattered. The mace of Sauron rose high and fell upon Macil's chest in Melimwe's mind. Melimwe sighed sorrowfully, his only hope for his nephew hinging upon a dream. A dream he had received in Gondolin so long ago. The brother and the sister, gold and silver-haired, facing the shadow. Ioristion arrived at his pre-made camp. Melimwe had provided everything. Ioristion deceived himself: I am glad for this, after this labor... A labor he did not do himself. He did not realize it. His scattered mind was as scattered as the soldiers in the western parts of Dagorlad. He rested that night. The stars were shining overhead. The constellations were glittering above the horizon. Melimwe sat in his own encampment nearby, pondering their meaning. Something was approaching. He did not know what it was. After fifteen days out of Imladris, Ioristion passed over the Hollin Ridge, and climbed down, riding toward something that caught his eye: the sight of ruins in the mountainside of Celebdil. When Melimwe ascended the Ridge, he gasped, and his eyes blazed: the mountain from his dream in Gondolin! He followed behind Ioristion cautiously, watching him ride. He prepared encampments when Ioristion began tapping on stones uttering ancient words. Melimwe was swift, and prepared. This continued for three days. On the third, Ioristion climbed up into the entryway of the ruins. Melimwe stalked behind him. Ioristion passed through its gates. Melimwe followed him several meters behind, ready to duck aside if he should turn around. Ioristion was ecstatic, "Surrounded by history!" And he climbed down deeper into the ruins, into Delotham, and entered into what appeared to be natural caverns, which were as of yet untouched by the Elves, save for their walls. And within that chamber were two beams of light. And in the center of the chamber was golden Staff lying on the ground. They were deep. The Elves did not enter into this place. Throughout all the history of Eregion, they had felt a sense of dread, and avoided this room. And there the Staff remained, surviving the ages, preserved. Ioristion reached down to touch it. It was cold to the touch. The air felt chill around it. Then, he appeared. Findekano was stunned. He looked down at the ellon's face, his golden hair, his piercing eyes, and his vast, golden silken cloak. It reminded him of something Makalaure's friend Auruiron would wear at courtly gatherings. He made the connection. This ellon seemed younger. So... he is related to him after all. His cloak... And it burst within his mind, Mandos' words within his heart, concerning golden eagle's wings. Suddenly, Ioristion was startled. He turned and looked at the floating spirit. He whisked his hand to touch it. He fell backwards in shock. Findekano gazed at him in surprise, for he had not voluntarily revealed himself at all. Guldrambor's fell powers must expose me... But then he listened deep inside his heart, A darkness for which I am not responsible. There is no crime. He spoke, "Be not afraid..... I did not reveal myself to you of my own free will....... do you see that stick before you?" Ioristion hastily nodded, still struck. "That stick... a dark servant of the Enemy long ago took it, he hoped to bind me to it..." Ioristion's eyes widened, "You were cursed to this?! Ah ha! So there are powers at work....." Findekano closed his ghostly eyes, "I did not say..." "Say no more!" Ioristion called in fright. "Who are you?" Findekano's spirit flew further into the sunlight. His golden braids were revealed. He smiled. Ioristion moved backward slowly, and as he did, he remembered the old songs. "Are......are....are you.......F..Fingon.....?" Findekano smiled, "I am..." Ioristion moved a little closer, "How..." Findekano closed his eyes, "A servant of the Enemy attacked my spirit after I was slain. He made me believe that he had bound me to this Staff. He took it hither, depositing it in the depths. And here have I remained........ and who are you?" "Ioristion, son of Auruiron, son of Alcarin." "I knew your father, barely, but I was aware of him. I saw him with Makalaure at times." "...how long have you remained entrapped here?" "I know not...... time does not pass in the same way, in the darkness of the mountain..." "And would you long to see the sun again?" The spirit pointed toward the beams of light, "These fissures opened not long ago. I have treasured them.....yes, I would dearly love it so." Ioristion smiled, "Well, come. I will bare you thence." Findekano could hardly believe his ghostly ears. The rest of Mandos' words flowed into his mind. This ellon was to bear him before the sun. "Though he be mad," the words struck his memory. How is he mad..... a mystery yet to be solved. I....oh......oh.....Valar...............you have come...........you have come at last!!!. His heart sung with -joy- as Ioristion took the Staff, strapping it to his back. Melimwe saw him come forth, and retreated back up the passageways toward the entrance. He rode out of sight of the doors when the pair emerged, the living and the dead. And Findekano saw it growing. Growing, the shaft of light through the open gate. Growing, as they passed the Statue of Gil-Galad, growing, as they passed the gardens of holly berries, growing, as they passed up the ruined stairs, and into the hall, and then they turned, and the light was blinding. Yet he gazed directly into it. And the rest of the words of Mandos became true as Ioristion bore him unto the light of the sun. The vale between the foot of Caradhras and of Celebdil stretched before them. The holly trees glistened in the distance, in the light of the morning sun. And Findekano's ghostly face was filled to the brim with joy. He smiled widely. He heard the birds singing in the trees. He saw the sun blazing in the heavens. He saw everything, "You have saved me..." And Ioristion turned southwest, "More ruins! More history!" And he ran off, mounting his horse, and burst in that direction. As Findekano flew with him, he looked into his eyes, and saw a strangeness in them. But he did not dwell upon it. He was overjoyed. The eternity of imprisonment, that had begun in the First Age so long ago, was ended. A beautiful Age had begun. Edited by Findekano, Dec 6 2017, 05:53 PM.
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