AelKennyr Rhiano
"It cannot take what it cannot reach." Llyra's words ring in his bloodied ears as the Lord of the Teleri faces once more his internal tormenter, the Unseen Voice. "For we walk by faith and not by sight." She had whispered softly into the King's ear. He clung to the words, like a drowning elf in storm tossed sea would cling to a piece of driftwood to help him keep afloat. alive.
Words from the conversation between Comet and himself came back to him in pieces, in between waves of pain, shrieks and howls from the Presence which roils, churns like an angry sea, so firmly lodged within his being. Now, now the Teleri Lord understood the torment, the anguish his elven kin who had surrender their bright beings to be twisted, corrupted, subverted. Grimly, bereft of hope, the Lord of Alqualonde and Tol Eressea held onto each bright moment in his long life. Clutching at each memory of joy, of life, of love, he endured the physical and nonphysical attacks, sinking to the floor in a pool of his own blood. "If...if...you kill me now, " he gasped out. "I shall still win, by Eru, I shall."
His defiance was rewarded by a howling, a dreadful shriek of pure rage, and old wounds were reopened. Olwe bowed his head, swayed kneeling, arms outstretched to catch his weight rather than allow himself to fall into his own spilt blood.
Then, as suddenly as the attack began, it stopped. Silence, like a gentle rain fell, and all that could be heard within in the bed chambers of the Teleri king was the harsh panting for breath. Outside a breeze, still chill but with the promise of spring, ran through the trees and the rustle of new, green leaves brought tears to Olwe's eyes. Closing them, he swayed unsteadily. Yes, yes, he could even hear the crash of the waves coming to shoreline, the call of birds. As Olwe sucked in lungfuls of sweet, sweet air, he shivered in shock from the loss of blood and enjoyed the silence in his mind. Long the moments passed. He was even able to finally stand and with unsteady steps, cross the room and sink, thankfully, onto the couch where Beloved Tilion had held him so many, many times.
Where once the thought of Tilion brought quick retribution from the hated Voice, there was silence. And in this silence, the Lord of Alqualonde grew uneasy. It was too still, too silent. Then, from the silence, came the voice of his Cousin, the Sylvan Queen, Comet. "You are the only one who has ever held my heart......"
Silken, deep and black as the farthest depths of the sea came the Voice, before it left the Eldar elf to contemplate its words. "You WERE the only one. Now....a new Master holds her leash."
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Words from the conversation between Comet and himself came back to him in pieces, in between waves of pain, shrieks and howls from the Presence which roils, churns like an angry sea, so firmly lodged within his being. Now, now the Teleri Lord understood the torment, the anguish his elven kin who had surrender their bright beings to be twisted, corrupted, subverted. Grimly, bereft of hope, the Lord of Alqualonde and Tol Eressea held onto each bright moment in his long life. Clutching at each memory of joy, of life, of love, he endured the physical and nonphysical attacks, sinking to the floor in a pool of his own blood. "If...if...you kill me now, " he gasped out. "I shall still win, by Eru, I shall."
His defiance was rewarded by a howling, a dreadful shriek of pure rage, and old wounds were reopened. Olwe bowed his head, swayed kneeling, arms outstretched to catch his weight rather than allow himself to fall into his own spilt blood.
Then, as suddenly as the attack began, it stopped. Silence, like a gentle rain fell, and all that could be heard within in the bed chambers of the Teleri king was the harsh panting for breath. Outside a breeze, still chill but with the promise of spring, ran through the trees and the rustle of new, green leaves brought tears to Olwe's eyes. Closing them, he swayed unsteadily. Yes, yes, he could even hear the crash of the waves coming to shoreline, the call of birds. As Olwe sucked in lungfuls of sweet, sweet air, he shivered in shock from the loss of blood and enjoyed the silence in his mind. Long the moments passed. He was even able to finally stand and with unsteady steps, cross the room and sink, thankfully, onto the couch where Beloved Tilion had held him so many, many times.
Where once the thought of Tilion brought quick retribution from the hated Voice, there was silence. And in this silence, the Lord of Alqualonde grew uneasy. It was too still, too silent. Then, from the silence, came the voice of his Cousin, the Sylvan Queen, Comet. "You are the only one who has ever held my heart......"
Silken, deep and black as the farthest depths of the sea came the Voice, before it left the Eldar elf to contemplate its words. "You WERE the only one. Now....a new Master holds her leash."
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