Shawn Daysleeper
Failure has characterised Lorien’s performance since he arrived in Alqualonde with his sister. Not only has he failed to keep at bay forces of darkness with the recent attack of the dragon, he has also lost touch with his sister, placing his mission at risk of success. His actions were being suspected by the inquisitive, and he had failed to save one of the Teleri from death.
Recalling the words of Olwe, Lord of the Teleri, he could not regain contact with his sister through mental communication. It is as if the Ainur have forsaken him in the mortal world. Even Este has not confided in him since her departure following the administration of the Elixir of the Valar. And now, there is blood on his hands: the Teleri maiden who could not be saved.
“The missive of Manwe,” he thought aloud. “I can not use my Valar powers. Have I not strived to stay within that course?” He thought of Ulmo and his actions to protect the king. “We both have been involved,” he thought silently.
He is seated at a table at home, in the house the Teleri Lord provided to both him and his sister. The same home where Olwe inquired of his sister, where Irmo reassured him that their true form would not be revealed. On the table, a magical globe rotated, depicting the lands of the mortal world and the tiny isle of Alqualonde amid the seas, easily lost amid the chaos of many countries and lands that the Lord of Dreams rarely visited.
A knock at the door brought him to his senses, and Nole the sailor captain entered, his face red with sorrow. He had found out about the passing of his friend. Rising, Estelin looked upon him, wondering at the tense moment before them.
“My King told me of her passing, and how you brought her from the ruins. You tried to heal her, for that I am grateful, but she is now gone.” He said sadly.
A tear comes to the Lord of Dream’s eyes. “I could not help her: her wounds were too great,” Estelin replied. “It was beyond my skill.” Had not Este been here? He questioned himself.
Nole was clearly distraught, and was not thinking in his normal rational self. Looking around the house he asked, “Is she still away picking mushrooms?” He was upset, becoming angry at either losing his friend, or the missing Apakenwe, perhaps both.
“She… she is still away, I do not know what has become of her,” Estelin hastily replied, hoping that would quell the sailor’s anger. Nole’s face flashed, as if the flame of fervour itself raged within.
“It is so strange, that you and her appeared one night on our shores,” Nole spoke, “when all the rest of our kin have vanished. You cannot cook, nor did you allow me to search for her when she first went missing! I feel that you are deceiving me somehow.” He backs towards the door as he speaks. “I now go to my king to inquire of this!”
Estelin bows his head, his heart troubled ever more as the sailor leaves, and he descends the path towards the castle. He thinks for an instant of simply vanishing from the mortal world, returning to his quiet garden and his beloved Este, and lying in his garden amid the lake of Lorellin. Watching the stars wheel overhead and the flowers bloom in the everspring.
But he remains on the Swanhaven, his love of the Children keeps him here, regardless of the events to come.
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Recalling the words of Olwe, Lord of the Teleri, he could not regain contact with his sister through mental communication. It is as if the Ainur have forsaken him in the mortal world. Even Este has not confided in him since her departure following the administration of the Elixir of the Valar. And now, there is blood on his hands: the Teleri maiden who could not be saved.
“The missive of Manwe,” he thought aloud. “I can not use my Valar powers. Have I not strived to stay within that course?” He thought of Ulmo and his actions to protect the king. “We both have been involved,” he thought silently.
He is seated at a table at home, in the house the Teleri Lord provided to both him and his sister. The same home where Olwe inquired of his sister, where Irmo reassured him that their true form would not be revealed. On the table, a magical globe rotated, depicting the lands of the mortal world and the tiny isle of Alqualonde amid the seas, easily lost amid the chaos of many countries and lands that the Lord of Dreams rarely visited.
A knock at the door brought him to his senses, and Nole the sailor captain entered, his face red with sorrow. He had found out about the passing of his friend. Rising, Estelin looked upon him, wondering at the tense moment before them.
“My King told me of her passing, and how you brought her from the ruins. You tried to heal her, for that I am grateful, but she is now gone.” He said sadly.
A tear comes to the Lord of Dream’s eyes. “I could not help her: her wounds were too great,” Estelin replied. “It was beyond my skill.” Had not Este been here? He questioned himself.
Nole was clearly distraught, and was not thinking in his normal rational self. Looking around the house he asked, “Is she still away picking mushrooms?” He was upset, becoming angry at either losing his friend, or the missing Apakenwe, perhaps both.
“She… she is still away, I do not know what has become of her,” Estelin hastily replied, hoping that would quell the sailor’s anger. Nole’s face flashed, as if the flame of fervour itself raged within.
“It is so strange, that you and her appeared one night on our shores,” Nole spoke, “when all the rest of our kin have vanished. You cannot cook, nor did you allow me to search for her when she first went missing! I feel that you are deceiving me somehow.” He backs towards the door as he speaks. “I now go to my king to inquire of this!”
Estelin bows his head, his heart troubled ever more as the sailor leaves, and he descends the path towards the castle. He thinks for an instant of simply vanishing from the mortal world, returning to his quiet garden and his beloved Este, and lying in his garden amid the lake of Lorellin. Watching the stars wheel overhead and the flowers bloom in the everspring.
But he remains on the Swanhaven, his love of the Children keeps him here, regardless of the events to come.
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