"Maeglin..." a sweet voice called in the darkness.
"Is it you, my love? Have you come to see me again, Idril?" Maeglin (better known as Volo) asked.
"Of course it's me. Come here."
Hearing his beloved's call, Volo hastened towards the voice. "It was dangerous for you to come to see me", he rebuked his lover who remained unseen in the shadows.
"Incorrect. It was dangerous for you to come to see me. Fatal, even", the voice said, not so sweet anymore. Volo blinked his eyes and instead of his sweet Idril, he saw three balrogs before him.
"Will you come to have a night flight, darling?" the Balrog with Swing mocked and all the three balrogs burst laughing.
The Balrog who Sings picked Volo up and the balrogs did fly (NOTE: whether I mean some kind of floating with wings or escaping, you readers may decide according to your beliefs) out of the cave by a secret route. They started circling around the three-peaked mountain.
"Isn't it a beautiful night?" the Balrog with Swing asked in a pretty voice.
Before Volo could reply, the Balrog with Bling cut in: "Do balrogs have wings?"
"You seem to have", Volo replied, feeling a bit safer.
"Oh, a pity, I'm going to drop you anyway", the Balrog who Sings said and let go of Volo. Screaming, he fell to the abyss. The Balrog who Sings started singing:
"When there's a smile in your heart
There's no better time to start
It's a very simple plan
You can do what the birdies can
At least it's worth a try
You can fly! You can fly!
You can fly! You can fly!"
But unfortunately Volo couldn't fly and his body smote the mountainside thrice before it could not be seen any longer. The balrogs left the crime scene, still whistling the merry tune.
~*~
"Idril, my love, what are you doing here?" Tuor asked when he found her kneeling by the great chasm and weeping.
"Go away", she said.
"What's wrong, my love?", Tuor asked, baffled and tried to embrace her.
"I said go away!" Idril shouted, rebuffing him, "Maeglin is dead. I saw them take him and cast him to the chasm."
"Maeglin? I'm sorry, love. But you never really liked him, did you?"
"You blind fool. I loved him. At least as much as I ever loved you."
"You treacherous liar! He was your cousin! That's disgusting!" he roared. "Sika!" he cursed in the ancient language of men. "You never actually loved me, did you? You loved him all these years. Everything there was between us was merely a fraud. I don't know what I'm doing here anymore. I'm going. You said 'go away' and I'll take that advice. Maybe I'll go to the place where only Men can go, you may follow your beloved Maeglin to Mandos." He turned to leave, but Idril fell on his neck, weeping.
"Please! Forgive me! I'm just a weak woman whose heart has been torn into two parts! And if you were to abandon me or die, it would be my end also."
Tuor looked into her eyes and saw but grief and honesty in there.
"Forgive me", she whispered.
"Nothing can come between us anymore."
~*~
When the Day dawned, the miners couldn't find Volo anywhere. There were no signs of fighting in the place where Volo had been sleeping – all Volo’s things were in their places, his bed looked unslept. On a flat rock were the remnants of a single candle that had seemingly gone out during the night.
“Looks almost like he has decided to leave willingly.”
“Did he know of some secret pathway out?”
“But why would he have left without us?”
“Or left all his things here? He has taken nothing with him.”
“Hey, what’s this?”
“Has he been baking something, eh?”
Volo’s little black notebook was lying on the rock, opened. On the page was a recipe written with clear handwriting:
The best cobbler ever
Take one Eöl & one Aredhel and blend them. Brood in a dark forest until ready.
The villagers looked at each other and knew that wherever Volo was now, he was the cobbler.
~*~
Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - killed by a wingless balrog on Night1
Rikae (ordo) - ate too many cobblers on Day1
Volo (Maeglin the Cobbler Lover) - dropped by a winged balrog on Night2
Living
Brinniel
Gil-Galad
Kath
Legate of Amon Lanc
Lhunardawen
Macalaure
Mithalwen
Naria
Nerwen
Nogrod
satansaloser2005
Shastanis Althreduin
The Might
Day2 begins. Feel free to discuss, dear citizens.
__________________
Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer
Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris
Last edited by Thinlómien; 11-14-2007 at 01:05 PM.
|