History
They flew to one another by their flying unicorns. Celeborn attained the blue gifted one for himself. Nevertheless, they waited, and while they do, they are flying and scouting, touring and surveying, and even changing colors. Some Elf breeds of horses, change their coat color, typically if they are silver – blue or by one tint colored, flashing around like they were the lights of the evenfall. The two Elves after Celeborn was set free, were looking up at the night’s sky which was the upper region of something they cannot catch even when they know how to voyage in.
- You see that star, up there? – It is the gas giant, Echy. – No, it is the titan of the titans, it is named, Orion. And he leads by his wise guidelines all other Hunters to the lands of prosperity and progress. – Aren’t we already living it? Why would such a fable matter to us? – Well, some say that we should live, side by side, with other beings, without seeing them less or undeserving, or even slaves. – Like humans? It is all about humans again. – Celeborn, something is taking place and we must be ready if we are going to welcome it to our bracing bosoms. – Better for us to talk about…some disunions.
- Don’t even mention it, even the trees listen and speak among themselves. – Feanor disjoined his First Mate upon her rebirth, death by the First Dark, the Mother of 7 who found happiness elsewhere, she is the Grand Lady Elf. It is the same with Fingolfin, who took Lioness, and left his so much adored courtesan to the youngest son, at first as his bound concubine and much later she is his First Mate. Not to be shared by father and son is her fate. Letting the blood flow, for it is the only way of how the children are born healthier. – That is dogma, indoctrination, conditioning to one ideology that is navigating us toward the blind faith, it is unquestioning and canon principle upon which you are building your ideals. These doctrines and codes of beliefs are doing nothing but impairing us, we think that we are on the top of the food chain, but the truth is lurking where you would never even spare a glance, and why, because you do opine it, considering the order of the world. – You are speaking how Glorfindel is changing, albeit he knows what is the necessary evil, or he is bearing with it, just for the sake of the change, he is of one Golden Flower and you are here, sounding the same, he did rub on you in the worst possible ways, but that is my opinion. – Hm, weren’t you the one who mentioned him?
- It matters not. I shall not be the one who suffers you. – You are all again so dramatic, I should leave your bound mouth. – Oh, please, the night is coming to its end, let us glory in it, shall we? – As you say, or whichever is making you feel good about yourself, may dearest. – You do things in the same way as I do.
- Like I said, I cope with it, even finding myself how I do reckon one and much later, I keep sighting how my perceptions are marring and distorting the reality we live. – You are the same as all of us. – At least, I found my conscience. – Which one? The guilty mind? The sense of bad scruples? Do not make me laugh, please. – Just because you do not feel remorse. – I know how you were, and what you do even now. – I do my beauty. – You were the very one who didn’t out of love for bondage play, but for power, order around for all mouths of human beings to be bound, which isn’t something deviating from Fingolfin himself when it comes to the same matter, mattering less where it was coming to pass, you did urge it! And very now, this same Swan Prince as the First Mate of His, is telling me how my ways are erring and you are the ethical one? Morally solid? Do not make me have your tongue! – he was up, getting minded to fight him!
- Just ease yourself down. You are making it worse than it actually sounds. – You are ravaging me with your inconsistencies. – Allay self. – I do not want to, for I cannot change what I am and instinctively, even when I know, that what I do is repugnant, I still go and do it and only much later on, I feel a pang of conscience of which I was conversing to you who is one big idiot! – All Eves are, and so, would you mind, you are shading the Moon with your demeaning holding of yours. – Ugh, you have become so obnoxious! – Thank you very much, and come back, if not for me, then for us. And let us gloat of how we are successful!
He couldn’t comprehend him, since it was something much more profounder and thicker, it was thickening the weathering streams of oscillating fluxes, those were the billows of the undulated and weltered, of the billowed depths of which many didn’t know of how to deal with it. They were Elves, for over long periods of time, they governed the leading nations, either from the Thrones or from their other realms. They were Gods, cast in the image of the Sovereign, of Demi and Paramount Ainur who had become Powers on the Earth, Valar led by the Eight.
- Holy Ones, Aratar, what do you presume about them? – I do surmise, my dear past beloved. – Now, you are trolling me. – Just a little, and I see that you are using the words of modernity. – By us, they are cognized, by them, we are rendered morons. – All in all, they do have their impactful references, don’t you think? – They do not even live a 100 years, and when they do, they are as old as fuck! But, still beautiful, even without teeth – he returns to his rightful place, brooding as always. – Oh, God, Celeborn, and once you were even nobbled and reputable. – I still am, but we know who is where and who is what. What I do refer is that, everyone knows their own place.
- It suits us, this status quo, so you use your mind, that may change the world. The one inside you, if anything else which you weren’t given. That is all that is left to us when all fineries of ours are stripped away. Not our magic, we are the one, whereas there are people who write magic, and those whose written words are the fields of folklore. – You were more fun when you were the arrogant asshole, that is what fits you. I cannot put up with what you have grown to be. So self-important. – And you are snobbish. – Ah, I cannot even take satisfaction in our favorite color and our night light.
The silence was due. They could touch it, the nudging in the back of their silken minds. It was both Galadriel and Glorfindel. The two sun golden heads. They were asking what they schemed.
- It seems they know us too well. – I cannot believe, it, why would we contrive anything? And hey, stop looking at me like this, Ecthelion. – Heh, you have changed too, now I do see it, hm, I didn’t read you for a long time – the soundness was their blissfulness. – Do not start it. – How many? – How many what? – You released from your services. – They lived as slaves, the whole generations, it is another story. – It isn’t another story, it is our story, and your own is being expanded, as your wakefulness. – Oh, well, if it came so far, then, why not? – Hm, when did it start? – What? – That, sympathizing with their travails and plights. – We are not in the predicament, just for you to know. – I am cognizant, but what about you, who so mindfully is keeping it to himself? – What do I do? – You are changing as well! Profess it!
- There is nothing to proffer or confess, I mean…we need them. – Just not in the way it was at the First Age? Hm, damn, how we were hard on them. – Ecthelion – he was upraised, his arm braced arms were resting between his refined thighs. – How did they survive us? – it wasn’t even the question, and Celeborn, for the first time in his life, has fallen silent. – The will to live. – Is that so? They have so little…even when we give more than we are taking. – You know. There is one story, I heard it, if you are willing to hear it. – Go on. – There was one little girl, she went pass our bounds, no, she didn’t entrench, she just went out, and of course, the chase began, but the more she was running, the more were the tight circles around her, before she was…
- What?
- Liberated.
- How?
- She went into the mist, we couldn’t go in there, not even glimpse, and from there, we were seeing, how humans molded their own infrastructures, in the essence of the nexuses, tunnels upon tunnels above our canonized grounds. Not down, not under us, but where we could see, and she found her liberation. Those constructions were saturated with blood runes and the ancient magic, we couldn’t be informed of what it was, what we ran into, but now we are briefed what it was, what diverted us from it, we had no consent to pass. The first stones of the Ice Wall, we named Aegon. – Let me be killed. – That is right. How did they survive? Easy. They had the greatest power in the world, grandest of them all. They had then and now. North!
It wouldn’t be anything, without the blood sacrifices which are built in, the old and dark souls of fallen Mad Targaryens, who lost all humanity even when they weren’t the ones. Feanor once used the same power to capture the Twin Light into his Silmarils which is balancing and weaving the fates when it is opened and kept out of sight and the knowledge. Both Elves could understand it, why Feanor did what he did. He saw in humans, what he saw in his rejoined Eowyn, the only human Empress to be recognized, after everything what she was before, and living other lives, this was hers only now, he learned to love. They changed him first, and from that change, the love built the tallest and mightiest Wall of ever known. The one that shall never be brought down, that is left to rule over the lands which shall never be theirs, it was much more fruitful to hold a darkness at bay. For it was love like no other, that transcended Space and Time!
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- Heh, we are fools, aren’t we? Echy? – We shall continue be so, but here and there if we loosen up a bit, I do not deem that is the wrong, I believe, it is our only…- What exactly? – The duty.
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The first love is unforgettable, even Dance of Dragons during one allotted span, filling Northern skies by the permission of the Ice Wall during Dagor Dagorath, after which are more to come.