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Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-13-2006, 03:25 PM

Tasa opened her mind to Malris even as she took his hand in hers, marvelling over the light reflected off of the harp.

I have lived long, Malris; nearly as long as you. I have seen the light of the trees and I have danced in the gardens of the West to the music of nightengales. I have heard the stirring speech of the son of Finwë as it kindled hearts and minds in the spring of our days. I have ridden the waves and the hills alike, and wept for the marring of the lands in battle; stood silent in the rising tide as it's crimson stained waters crept across beaches.

I have seen the gore of close combat; watched the shine of life flee from the eyes of men and elves and orcs alike. We are alike in death, Malris, as we are not in life; empty shells, bereft of spirit. And those spirits have fled beneath my blades, from before my bow, from the cold silver of my knives. I have seen much, Malris; heard the music of metal on metal; the screams of the dying, trumpets crying defiance by the light of the early dawn; I have heard the pleading of a child cut down by marauding orcs, heard the the gurgle of quick death when slitting the throat of an enemy in passing.

I have smelled the trampled grass of a battlefield, its green smell released to an uncaring world, nearly over-powered by the smell of old blood on bitter steel. I have tasted smoke upon the wind; I have tasted bitter regret.

But I have also tasted wine and lembas, heard song and felt golden light shine upon me from far above my beloved Laurelindorinan. I have smelled flowers in spring, untouched by battles or blood. I have seen deaths, Malris, but I have also seen life.

I have seen young love blossom and grow, unfading as the presence of the Valar that we shunned. I have seen a rose cheeked mother carefully tend her babes. I have heard the laughter of the children of all races, Malris, and I have watched them grow into people in whom to take pride.

I have seen horrors and I have been part of them, and I cannot escape from the shadows that they cast upon me. But I still hear the song of birds, even the shrill call of a crow at wing, and I am reminded of lighter days, and a weight is lifted from me.

Would I stay? I am unsure. What of you, dearest friend? Could you live on? Could you forsake your Giledhel to live on with your friend and master, your Maglor?

07-13-2006, 03:25 PM	#313
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Tasa opened her mind to Malris even as she took his hand in hers, marvelling over the light reflected off of the harp. I have lived long, Malris; nearly as long as you. I have seen the light of the trees and I have danced in the gardens of the West to the music of nightengales. I have heard the stirring speech of the son of Finwë as it kindled hearts and minds in the spring of our days. I have ridden the waves and the hills alike, and wept for the marring of the lands in battle; stood silent in the rising tide as it's crimson stained waters crept across beaches. I have seen the gore of close combat; watched the shine of life flee from the eyes of men and elves and orcs alike. We are alike in death, Malris, as we are not in life; empty shells, bereft of spirit. And those spirits have fled beneath my blades, from before my bow, from the cold silver of my knives. I have seen much, Malris; heard the music of metal on metal; the screams of the dying, trumpets crying defiance by the light of the early dawn; I have heard the pleading of a child cut down by marauding orcs, heard the the gurgle of quick death when slitting the throat of an enemy in passing. I have smelled the trampled grass of a battlefield, its green smell released to an uncaring world, nearly over-powered by the smell of old blood on bitter steel. I have tasted smoke upon the wind; I have tasted bitter regret. But I have also tasted wine and lembas, heard song and felt golden light shine upon me from far above my beloved Laurelindorinan. I have smelled flowers in spring, untouched by battles or blood. I have seen deaths, Malris, but I have also seen life. I have seen young love blossom and grow, unfading as the presence of the Valar that we shunned. I have seen a rose cheeked mother carefully tend her babes. I have heard the laughter of the children of all races, Malris, and I have watched them grow into people in whom to take pride. I have seen horrors and I have been part of them, and I cannot escape from the shadows that they cast upon me. But I still hear the song of birds, even the shrill call of a crow at wing, and I am reminded of lighter days, and a weight is lifted from me. Would I stay? I am unsure. What of you, dearest friend? Could you live on? Could you forsake your Giledhel to live on with your friend and master, your Maglor?