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Manelwen · 05-13-2002, 08:55 PM

OOC.This is Keldin speaking with his wife while he is unconscious. The parts in Italics below is Keldin speaking...
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You cannot give up my love. You cannot. Our daughters are still out there, and everyone needs you. You must live, do not let this take you down, you are still not destined for Mandos' halls. Please, my love. Awake.

I know that you are tired, and that all you seek is rest from your life; but it will come soon enough. I promise you this. You must wake and throw down the evil Thrakatburtz before she alters that tapestries of fate and time. She was an unforseen force in the making of Varda's veil.

But I just want to be with you, the others can take care of her...there are many more that are capable of killing Thrakatburtz.

If you kill Thrakatburtz, what will happen to Siluailwen? Does she have the right to die? She is an angry mother that wishes to avenge the death of her son, Thrakatburtz is feeding from that energy. Love, please do not give up on her.

I cannot. It is not my right to say what I should do, and what I should not.

If our daughters were killed, I would do the same thing. I would seek out those who killed my precious children and put them to death.

But it was I that killed him!

It was not, it was something more. It was Melkor.

I don't understand, the Javelin flew from my fingertips and struck the boy down.

No it was not. Look harder, look to the most secret, darkest places in your heart, and you will find out who killed him.

--dream--

It was hot out and I could feel the sweat drenching the tunic under my armor. The smell of rot was wafting from a field far off that had just been the site to a major battle where many had died.

I emerged from the shadows, tired and my heart was heavier than the sword at my side. I wanted to go home to my family; to Mellome, my wife, who had just delivered a healthy set of twins.

"No! Please don't do this!" I immediatly recognized the voice as Siluailwen's, but the darker voice was that of my father's and it scared me because I never heard him speak in such a manor before.

"I will not accept a bastard child into my family. He is not my grandson, my sons would never betray me; least of all Elatar." The elf growled, looking distastefully at her, as I rounded the corner.

Siluailwen's cries went unheeded as my father slowly withdrew his dagger from its rightful place at his side. All sense in my head escaped and lodged itself in a tight ball in my throat, stopping any power of word from going passed my lips.

I stood silently, helpless to stop the dagger as it plunged into the squirming bundle of cloth that was a babe. It screamed. Oh goddess, I remember that scream. It haunted me and left me with a worse scar then the one that is now down my face.

I did nothing to stop it.

I did nothing to stop her from running into the deadly wilderness of Mordor.

He, my father, had killed the child. I did not.

05-13-2002, 08:55 PM	#19
Manelwen Haunting Spirit Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Alqualondë Posts: 78	OOC.This is Keldin speaking with his wife while he is unconscious. The parts in Italics below is Keldin speaking... ---- You cannot give up my love. You cannot. Our daughters are still out there, and everyone needs you. You must live, do not let this take you down, you are still not destined for Mandos' halls. Please, my love. Awake. I know that you are tired, and that all you seek is rest from your life; but it will come soon enough. I promise you this. You must wake and throw down the evil Thrakatburtz before she alters that tapestries of fate and time. She was an unforseen force in the making of Varda's veil. But I just want to be with you, the others can take care of her...there are many more that are capable of killing Thrakatburtz. If you kill Thrakatburtz, what will happen to Siluailwen? Does she have the right to die? She is an angry mother that wishes to avenge the death of her son, Thrakatburtz is feeding from that energy. Love, please do not give up on her. I cannot. It is not my right to say what I should do, and what I should not. If our daughters were killed, I would do the same thing. I would seek out those who killed my precious children and put them to death. But it was I that killed him! It was not, it was something more. It was Melkor. I don't understand, the Javelin flew from my fingertips and struck the boy down. No it was not. Look harder, look to the most secret, darkest places in your heart, and you will find out who killed him. --dream-- It was hot out and I could feel the sweat drenching the tunic under my armor. The smell of rot was wafting from a field far off that had just been the site to a major battle where many had died. I emerged from the shadows, tired and my heart was heavier than the sword at my side. I wanted to go home to my family; to Mellome, my wife, who had just delivered a healthy set of twins. "No! Please don't do this!" I immediatly recognized the voice as Siluailwen's, but the darker voice was that of my father's and it scared me because I never heard him speak in such a manor before. "I will not accept a bastard child into my family. He is not my grandson, my sons would never betray me; least of all Elatar." The elf growled, looking distastefully at her, as I rounded the corner. Siluailwen's cries went unheeded as my father slowly withdrew his dagger from its rightful place at his side. All sense in my head escaped and lodged itself in a tight ball in my throat, stopping any power of word from going passed my lips. I stood silently, helpless to stop the dagger as it plunged into the squirming bundle of cloth that was a babe. It screamed. Oh goddess, I remember that scream. It haunted me and left me with a worse scar then the one that is now down my face. I did nothing to stop it. I did nothing to stop her from running into the deadly wilderness of Mordor. He, my father, had killed the child. I did not. __________________ Victory favors neither the righteous nor the wicked. It favors the prepared.