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Fordim Hedgethistle · 06-25-2004, 08:32 AM

Megilaes settled himself beside his brother where he could watch Caranbaiths’ chest rise and fall with each fitful breath. He kept his eyes fixed on his brother, willing each painful and spasmodic intake of air not to be the last. The gash was indeed deep and while Coromswyth’s medicine had staunched the bleeding, the silk bandage was speckled with glittering drops of the deepest red. Megilaes had never seen the blood of an Elf – never seen an Elf suffer so grievous a wound. His terror for his brother was, then, tempered by the bewilderment of an immortal having to contemplate for the first time the death of one close to him. He reached out with gentle fingers to touch the bandage, as though to see if the blood were real or merely a fantasy.

It is no dream brother. Caranbaith’s voice, strong and unshaken by the damage done to his physical existence, filled Magilaes’ mind with a familiar comfort. But neither is it, I think, a nightmare. I will survive this wound and live to revenge it upon the servants of the Enemy. Megilaes smiled to hear his brother so strong and vibrant in spirit. He took Caranbaith’s hand in his own and stroked it lovingly.

Sleep my brother, he replied. Our master has the watch and will guard us well. There sprang into his mind then the image of Ambarturion as he had fallen upon the goblins in his wrath, and he felt Caranbaith’s response: together, they remembered the vision of their master’s might. But in the midst of the memory there was a disturbing darkness that hung about Ambarturion, like a shadow or a cloak. It billowed about him, obscuring his features and blurring his motion. They did not comment on the darkness consciously, but each was aware of it, and they both found it unsettling.

Megilaes let go his brother’s hand and lay closer to him. Putting his mouth to Caranbaith’s ear he sang to him the lay that their mother had taught them both when they were very young, and would go for long walks through the Golden Woods in the springtime. Caranbaith smiled lightly and sighed with contentment, and was soon asleep. Megilaes lay awake, but followed his brother into his dreams, and together they walked through the woods once more, free of pain and darkness.

06-25-2004, 08:32 AM	#36
Fordim Hedgethistle Gibbering Gibbet Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Beyond cloud nine Posts: 1,844	Megilaes and Caranbaith Megilaes settled himself beside his brother where he could watch Caranbaiths’ chest rise and fall with each fitful breath. He kept his eyes fixed on his brother, willing each painful and spasmodic intake of air not to be the last. The gash was indeed deep and while Coromswyth’s medicine had staunched the bleeding, the silk bandage was speckled with glittering drops of the deepest red. Megilaes had never seen the blood of an Elf – never seen an Elf suffer so grievous a wound. His terror for his brother was, then, tempered by the bewilderment of an immortal having to contemplate for the first time the death of one close to him. He reached out with gentle fingers to touch the bandage, as though to see if the blood were real or merely a fantasy. It is no dream brother. Caranbaith’s voice, strong and unshaken by the damage done to his physical existence, filled Magilaes’ mind with a familiar comfort. But neither is it, I think, a nightmare. I will survive this wound and live to revenge it upon the servants of the Enemy. Megilaes smiled to hear his brother so strong and vibrant in spirit. He took Caranbaith’s hand in his own and stroked it lovingly. Sleep my brother, he replied. Our master has the watch and will guard us well. There sprang into his mind then the image of Ambarturion as he had fallen upon the goblins in his wrath, and he felt Caranbaith’s response: together, they remembered the vision of their master’s might. But in the midst of the memory there was a disturbing darkness that hung about Ambarturion, like a shadow or a cloak. It billowed about him, obscuring his features and blurring his motion. They did not comment on the darkness consciously, but each was aware of it, and they both found it unsettling. Megilaes let go his brother’s hand and lay closer to him. Putting his mouth to Caranbaith’s ear he sang to him the lay that their mother had taught them both when they were very young, and would go for long walks through the Golden Woods in the springtime. Caranbaith smiled lightly and sighed with contentment, and was soon asleep. Megilaes lay awake, but followed his brother into his dreams, and together they walked through the woods once more, free of pain and darkness.