Cinnamon Raymaker
As she sleeps, Elwing is annoyed by the incessant buzzing of what appears to be an insect. She brushes the insect away, turns over in her bed and snuggles down beneath the sheets. To her dismay, the buzzing does not stop but becomes louder and more insistent.
She moves through the dreamstate and starts to awaken, puzzled by the sound of Aztryd calling out her name and shaking her awake.
"Lady Elwing! Lady Elwing" calls Aztryd.
"Hmm, what is it Aztryd?" she mumbles, still dragging herself from her dreams.
Her faculties still foggy from fatigue and the remnants of her deep sleep, Elwing gradually awakens, pushing down the blankets covering her and rolling onto her side in an attempt to stretch her muscles and alight from the bed. As she does so, her legs crumple, and she sprawls to her knees on the rug beside the bed.
From somewhere outside, Elwing hears a rumbling, which shakes the floor on which she is sprawled. Somewhat shaken by a familiar feeling of dread, she starts to crawl to the door in an effort to vacate the room.
"We have to get out of here," she croaks as she tries to scramble for a safe haven.
As she forces her body to obey the command to stand on her two feet, the sounds of destruction continue. There is a crashing and a deep rumbling, shaking the foundations of her uncle's palace, though it seems nothing inside the palace has fallen as she struggles through the halls and passages to find a way out. Her limbs feel as though they are made from lead, causing her to exert great effort in order to move one foot in front of the other.
Finally she reaches the balcony on which she had surreptitiously landed on her return from the Blue Mountains. Looking around the Swanhaven, she notices something flying overhead towards the harbour. There she spies a small group gathered, looking up at the approaching danger. The acrid smell she had experienced on her trip home from the Blue Mountains lingered in the air, and as she turned she saw the source of the rumbling and crashing she had heard. One of the towers next to her uncle's palace had been brought down and lay in ruins. "Blessed Iluvatar! Have I brought danger on us all?" she wonders to herself.
Just as quickly, and to her utter joy, she hears a familiar deep, rich voice ringing around the Swanhaven. It appears Lord Ulmo, Singer of the Waves, her benefactor and friend to the Teleri has come to their aid once again!
"BEGONE!" She hears Ulmo's command to the dreadful creature flying overhead, in her mind obviously an evil, despicable servant of the Dark Lord. Had the Dark Lord returned to the world then? Last she had heard, he was captive in the deepest, darkest dungeon in a place no one could enter save those charged with guarding over him.
And then all becomes quiet as the flapping of huge wings disappears beyond the wall of water Lord Ulmo summoned to protect the Swanhaven. She looks around and sees her uncle is safe at the harbour. She breathes a sigh of relief. Then a radiant smile lights her countenance as she sees the formidable form of Ulmo. She nods reverently in thanks for his timely intervention.
She moves through the dreamstate and starts to awaken, puzzled by the sound of Aztryd calling out her name and shaking her awake.
"Lady Elwing! Lady Elwing" calls Aztryd.
"Hmm, what is it Aztryd?" she mumbles, still dragging herself from her dreams.
Her faculties still foggy from fatigue and the remnants of her deep sleep, Elwing gradually awakens, pushing down the blankets covering her and rolling onto her side in an attempt to stretch her muscles and alight from the bed. As she does so, her legs crumple, and she sprawls to her knees on the rug beside the bed.
From somewhere outside, Elwing hears a rumbling, which shakes the floor on which she is sprawled. Somewhat shaken by a familiar feeling of dread, she starts to crawl to the door in an effort to vacate the room.
"We have to get out of here," she croaks as she tries to scramble for a safe haven.
As she forces her body to obey the command to stand on her two feet, the sounds of destruction continue. There is a crashing and a deep rumbling, shaking the foundations of her uncle's palace, though it seems nothing inside the palace has fallen as she struggles through the halls and passages to find a way out. Her limbs feel as though they are made from lead, causing her to exert great effort in order to move one foot in front of the other.
Finally she reaches the balcony on which she had surreptitiously landed on her return from the Blue Mountains. Looking around the Swanhaven, she notices something flying overhead towards the harbour. There she spies a small group gathered, looking up at the approaching danger. The acrid smell she had experienced on her trip home from the Blue Mountains lingered in the air, and as she turned she saw the source of the rumbling and crashing she had heard. One of the towers next to her uncle's palace had been brought down and lay in ruins. "Blessed Iluvatar! Have I brought danger on us all?" she wonders to herself.
Just as quickly, and to her utter joy, she hears a familiar deep, rich voice ringing around the Swanhaven. It appears Lord Ulmo, Singer of the Waves, her benefactor and friend to the Teleri has come to their aid once again!
"BEGONE!" She hears Ulmo's command to the dreadful creature flying overhead, in her mind obviously an evil, despicable servant of the Dark Lord. Had the Dark Lord returned to the world then? Last she had heard, he was captive in the deepest, darkest dungeon in a place no one could enter save those charged with guarding over him.
And then all becomes quiet as the flapping of huge wings disappears beyond the wall of water Lord Ulmo summoned to protect the Swanhaven. She looks around and sees her uncle is safe at the harbour. She breathes a sigh of relief. Then a radiant smile lights her countenance as she sees the formidable form of Ulmo. She nods reverently in thanks for his timely intervention.
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