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Nogrod · 06-07-2012, 06:40 PM

"I am sorry, lord. What did you ask me?" Eodwine asked.

Lord Eodwine was distracted, Athanar had seen that, but that he was soo distracted... Was it the elf, or lady Saeryn, this affair with Scyrr, his comeback, all these new settings in his familiar settings? There were many reasons for Eodwine to be distracted, lord Athanar thought and nodded giving lord Eodwine a warm smile.

"Nevermind lord Eodwine. I'll ask your opinion later but soon enough."

More mead was poured into their table. Lord Athanar raised the cup and eyed both Laerdil and Eodwine, then Wynflaed and Saeryn. "To the health of king Eomer, and to our health, and to the prosperity of the whole Mid Emnet, and..." here he paused for a short while and turned to the elf. "And to your kin, where-ever you may still wonder these days."

They took sips from their goblets and put them on to the table. There was a silence lord Athanar was quick to fill. But his expression had turned from a wide smile into some solemnity.

"I haven't met too many elves in my life, good Laerdil, not to say having been able to sit with your kind in a table in all peace and quiet. So excuse my curiosity. You must be bored with these kind of questions, but still I'd like to hear your take on it."

With that Athanar took another sip and glanced at Wynflaed who smiled at him encouragingly. With the elf's nod Athanar faced him and looked at him more carefully with some real curiosity in his eyes. And it was only then he fully realised that Laerdil wasn't anything near a youth he would instinctively take him to be when looking at him - he knew it, to be sure, but it had been hard to match what he knew to what he saw until now. How old he looks even if he looks so young at the same time... these sure are different folks...

"We men are short-lived and always so keen to create a justification to our fleeting being... Some great men build kingdoms, some yarn to be heroes, others wish their poems to be recited from generation to generation... and even the simplest man and woman teaches their children about their ancestors in hopes of them passing on one's own deeds to the posterity linked to that chain. What I have thought is, that we are people obsessed with time as we have such little of it. And as our being is such a short story, we care for what is told of it afterwards... But how is it with you elves when time is not such an issue? Do you feel the need to leave your mark? To do your duty not only to yourselves but to the posterity? Do you ever grow weary of life?"

06-07-2012, 06:40 PM	#1307
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Athanar "I am sorry, lord. What did you ask me?" Eodwine asked. Lord Eodwine was distracted, Athanar had seen that, but that he was soo distracted... Was it the elf, or lady Saeryn, this affair with Scyrr, his comeback, all these new settings in his familiar settings? There were many reasons for Eodwine to be distracted, lord Athanar thought and nodded giving lord Eodwine a warm smile. "Nevermind lord Eodwine. I'll ask your opinion later but soon enough." More mead was poured into their table. Lord Athanar raised the cup and eyed both Laerdil and Eodwine, then Wynflaed and Saeryn. "To the health of king Eomer, and to our health, and to the prosperity of the whole Mid Emnet, and..." here he paused for a short while and turned to the elf. "And to your kin, where-ever you may still wonder these days." They took sips from their goblets and put them on to the table. There was a silence lord Athanar was quick to fill. But his expression had turned from a wide smile into some solemnity. "I haven't met too many elves in my life, good Laerdil, not to say having been able to sit with your kind in a table in all peace and quiet. So excuse my curiosity. You must be bored with these kind of questions, but still I'd like to hear your take on it." With that Athanar took another sip and glanced at Wynflaed who smiled at him encouragingly. With the elf's nod Athanar faced him and looked at him more carefully with some real curiosity in his eyes. And it was only then he fully realised that Laerdil wasn't anything near a youth he would instinctively take him to be when looking at him - he knew it, to be sure, but it had been hard to match what he knew to what he saw until now. How old he looks even if he looks so young at the same time... these sure are different folks... "We men are short-lived and always so keen to create a justification to our fleeting being... Some great men build kingdoms, some yarn to be heroes, others wish their poems to be recited from generation to generation... and even the simplest man and woman teaches their children about their ancestors in hopes of them passing on one's own deeds to the posterity linked to that chain. What I have thought is, that we are people obsessed with time as we have such little of it. And as our being is such a short story, we care for what is told of it afterwards... But how is it with you elves when time is not such an issue? Do you feel the need to leave your mark? To do your duty not only to yourselves but to the posterity? Do you ever grow weary of life?"