Ripe for taking
Enriched by the old and the new, by our sides. What is of one Elf, it is all else, what they do take, they do not return. For they may be greater, but never will be somebody with such likeness, not then, not ever, not ever before. Just like in any other realm, the blackwater bay of wells were knowing the truth of each human that is born in captivity, to their elven civilization, of free will or captured to live, given lands to till as they are giving themselves, to specialize, to choose what they want to become or to give themselves to services of High Court Halls or nobleness, yet, there are those on the other side who have to reciprocate and one of them, as grander of them all and sitting on the top was the Grand King who was receiving the people, mostly human from all nooks of Doriath realm. So those were some interesting folks whom Elu Thingol owns here, from the smallest of the ones to the risen artisans and handicraftsmen of their own league, to the truly the most common ones, everyone had their share and their right to appear before the Grand King, it was trying before, now, it was the pressing matter, with his truehearted Wolf on his side, sitting on the Silver Throne was the one who was shining the second light of the Sun himself. It wasn’t easy to stand to the front Glorfindel and request anything from him for free.
- Next – the royal Elf guard, the lady maiden has spoken, while the faceguard which was gilding his rimmed outlines, were of the noblest material ornamenting his outlandish beauty, just the way he was, propped his framed chin by the palm of his hand that is resting on one of the arm supports, this was all too much entertaining to him. Having the humans come on their own, requesting the help, that was priceless to experience, for he had to subjugate them, subdue, to submit to him, bending to his will and mastering their lives, and these people were unfamiliar with any kind of oppression, they were full citizens of Doriath silver realm, who could only with the approval of King himself get ever out, and if they do not return, they are hunted down, it was as simple as that, though, it was apparent freedom, better than dark cages, under worlds of gateways and hot dungeons of theirs, like they are emulating the Dragon breeds. – My Good King – he bows pliably – I am of the line of blacksmiths and all who were coming before me, and who will after me, were availing the finest materials, and nowadays, I cannot even make my purchase without leaving the higher gains of my productivity from the ones I do earn. Everything has become so high priced that the traders of all worlds are diminishing us, and all that because there is less and less of such a fine matter. So, I do ask of you, to back us in our trials. With anything you have got. This is taking too far and if it goes even farther, we would be foisted into protests.
- With exactly what?
- We shall bring transparent messages, curse your name and not leaving you a day of sleep till you do not see how sincere we all are. – You are so cute with this threatening style. I like it. – The man must fend for himself – Glorfindel was grinning from ear to ear. – Good Sir of mine, your grievances are unfounded. Today, you are to be informed of novel boons and bonuses, to improve and rise your works of lines, pertaining trade markets, they are to lower their prices by a fresh income from the freshly annexed countries, and everything else is going to normalize by itself. Harmonizing the unstable grounds. – Your Grace – he kneels, and then he was up – thank you for being perceivable – turning around, knowing, the word is the law and it was given, when suddenly, Glorfindel couldn’t let it go. – Just one more thing, Good Sir – the man looks back at the Grand King.
- Yes? Your Grace? – How precisely those protests would look like? May you act it out? – the man deems that the King is making a jest. – Well, we gather up around and we yell at your marble walls and silver towers to come among us, to grant us our wishes. – Is that some form of democracy? – Yes, we are even utilizing our vegetables and eggs. – What for? – To throw it at you. – Really?! That is so cool! – the man was in the unenviable situation. – I beg your pardon? – You may still garner your protests, I do not mind. – What for?! You granted us! – But I also want to respect to the detail…this coming democracy. – Well, that won’t do. – Why? – Some women of ours, even were damning themselves to come naked. And even try to flail some Elves, for disrespecting them – the look on Glor’s face was unwanted for you to know. – Damn to all. I have made the biggest mistake of my entire life! – Why, Your Grace? – the man was fully centered on him, how peculiar. – I took from myself this experience! No! I gave my word, what to do! I want to see protests, to tastes…I mean, experience naked women and to be thrown at! It should be fun – the Court Elves, all around him were dying from inside, and it was such valor, to refrain yourself from laughing hard, and the man was lost in space. – I do not know what to bethink of this. – Me neither, next time, I want the full experience and then I give!
The man left totally staggered for life. After him, came a little girl. Yes, a child. He couldn’t beseech her to show her body to him, and that is only if you are a protester. Ah, Glorfindel, Idiot! Next time, when the likelihood arises, he is going to use it and abuse it. Now, he could only dream what it could be. Yes, there would be some damage, and dirtiness, and desecration, but there is nothing into which the Elves cannot imbue their magic as well. Everything of theirs was like the hemlock besmeared, to both glorify and refine the experiences, not to take it away so!
- How I may be of service to you? – You Grace – she makes a sweet curtsy – I have come to entreat you…
- Just wait a second, you have any woman protester? Lady Maiden that is for democracy and protesting? – No, why? – So, no nakedness, for free? – No. – Dammit, ah, I am going to bite my ass much later, oh, yes…go on – while missing the missed opportunity which could exalt him so, the one he divested himself from. – My mommy is too shy to require it from you. That is why I am conjuring to borrow us the seeds of White Fringe Trees, we never had it, and it is too high – price for us, please, may we take one seed?
- Wait, how are you faring? – Decently. – Not enough decently when you are supplicating me with the single seed? And beyond doubt you are getting even more than you are requiring from me, even the merited pays – the child was most happy, smiling beamingly. – Thank you so much, Your Grace! – doing a curtsy, being at once graced, her petite hands were the splendor and jubilance, merrily hopping around, taking it to her mother, both the gold and the White Fringe Three seeds, if some do not grow out, there are still many! And she can come back and enjoin afresh. – What is next waiting for me. And there is no nakedness which I would elevate as the Life to which I promised. No shame is in there, except for honoring your own Grand King, ah, Glorfindel, you fool. – Your Grace – the maiden guard of King’s guard, and of the Queen’s guard also, they are still kept even when there was no Queen, has alerted him.
- Your Grace, next. – Ah, yes, yes, - only for him to look upon the elder smiling woman. – How I may please you? – I didn’t choose immortality. – You are so in luck.
- But I have a wish. – Tell me. – Would you… - Kiss you? Mouth? Cheek? It matters not if you are old. – Not that, you naughty boy – he is the grin. – But to seed more trees in my outlaid district, for the shade. – Done. – Next! – and he comes. – I am the father – he bows with no hesitation on his part, mostly those were all humans, which did gladden Glorfindel for so much – of one small girl, I cannot find her. May you help me? – Wait, does your girl long for White Fringe Trees? – How do you know?! – She was here, she went home, we escorted her. – Oh, thank goodness, for so much! – and that was it? – Seriously, even the members of their family are settling this out with us! – whisperings in the winds and leaves were telling him, this is going to be a long duty.
- Next! – a voice of a Elf Lady Dame, of the maiden lines, voiced it out, and enters a mother. – Wait, do not bow, it is needless to be done, but, are you perhaps, the mother? – Of one tiny girl, yes and… - The whole family, nonetheless – it was amusing to the grave and back, the Lady Mother was confounded. – I do not understand. – My Lady, your family is safe at home, you have even the fortune to live ever nicer with us – he was his charming self, dashing and stylish so, with gracefulness, she went out. – Next! – All these nexts…how many more? – Many.
- Oh, God. I am being tortured. Oh well, it is still a novelty for me. To enjoy them, and they myself! – therefore, devout Xena of her ever snowing fluffiness, would maybe never turn into a humanoid, for being true bred, but she has her subtle voice of sublimity she shares, not with telepathy or credence of body language, but with the learned capability. – Endure some more, my Elf Hooman. – Oh, not you again, forget it! – You almost did become mortal and human. – I frankly do not know what I miss, till I lose it, is that what you are saying? – Didn’t you see it? The row? – Shhh, this Elf Dame is going to strike me if we are not staying quiet. – The line, not in the exact order, but…there was the Father, the Mother, the Smith, the Crone, the Maiden, the… - Oh, my…it is the message! And who are left? – Warrior and Stranger. – But, wait some more – when all were done for, it was strange. No warrior and no stranger, hm.
What did it mean? Possibly, this warrior may trod their elven paths and stone bridges, or even be expectant to walk King’s squares, the Queen’s gardens and the Lady’s parks. Oh, who knows. If it is the message from the Higher Power, their Higher Selves, to remind them of staying on the path, then it does refer, suggesting something else. And what is the message of the faith to which he didn’t belong, and if he didn’t, why would it be sent to him? Hm, he was hearing that the sisters of silence or silent sisters who are treating dead, and speak only to them, know more about this, when the faith edges closer to the one who doesn’t practice it, then, they may say. Not because he had the faith in himself, and he didn’t have any helping hands, or enjoined it, but it was ever inconceivable for him that he is the man of any religion. Which is even far more critical to know. To find out. Perchance, the Maidens of Great Sept would know? Oh, who knows?
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Xena spoke out. – You do not get it? – What? – Stranger and Warrior are here. – Where?! – You silly, you are a stranger in this country, a warrior too. – I don’t know how I lived without you!
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Second Coming was reflected in Mirrormere, the lake of Dwarves. It was the word from the deeps. Do not surrender. Do not blank your light, it is the replacing the Sun, as the Second shining.