Dominique Darkwatch
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| The Eru Cleric, Dominique |
For the past three nights, Dominique's sleep has become more troubled and restless as she is plagued by ever more disturbing dreams. She sees the King of the Teleri, doubled over and writhing in anguish, with blood staining his tunic. He cries out, but no one hears. She aches and reaches out to him, but just before she is able to touch him she awakens, her face tear stained.
Finally now, on the third night, she can stand it no longer. She is awakened by the same awful sickening nightmare and cries out into the night. She will sleep no more. She quickly dresses and begins packing what few things she may need. She holds the feather and calls out to Luthien, who eventually circles over her before gliding and gently landing near her. She pats the swan on the neck and kisses her beak. “To Alqualonde we go, dear one!” She then climbs on and squeezes with her knees. “Giddyaps! And make haste! The king is in great need!” Wit that, the swan lifts off, circles twice as it ascends above the spires of Sylvhara before winging confidently away to the Swanhaven, Alqualonde.
The morning of the appointed day arrived, Arien's vessel barely beginnng on its journey as...by dragon, by swan, by graceful swanship, arrived those who have come to witness the terrible drama unfolding, of Comet, Queen of the Sylvan Elves, who is now destined to take the life of a beloved kinsman with her own sword, "Eledwhen," and Olwe, Lord of a lost people, hope of the Valar, who will either emerge whole or surrender up his life to her blade.
Finally now, on the third night, she can stand it no longer. She is awakened by the same awful sickening nightmare and cries out into the night. She will sleep no more. She quickly dresses and begins packing what few things she may need. She holds the feather and calls out to Luthien, who eventually circles over her before gliding and gently landing near her. She pats the swan on the neck and kisses her beak. “To Alqualonde we go, dear one!” She then climbs on and squeezes with her knees. “Giddyaps! And make haste! The king is in great need!” Wit that, the swan lifts off, circles twice as it ascends above the spires of Sylvhara before winging confidently away to the Swanhaven, Alqualonde.
The morning of the appointed day arrived, Arien's vessel barely beginnng on its journey as...by dragon, by swan, by graceful swanship, arrived those who have come to witness the terrible drama unfolding, of Comet, Queen of the Sylvan Elves, who is now destined to take the life of a beloved kinsman with her own sword, "Eledwhen," and Olwe, Lord of a lost people, hope of the Valar, who will either emerge whole or surrender up his life to her blade.
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