My human
When you have two choices and in between them, you initially still choose the one that was born for you. This is what happened with Sansa and Myrcella, and it could be very much different if the Dark King, once the Prince of all Elves, Celebrimbor has willed for her, over Sansa, yet, Sansa was his first and foremost love, as it was for Great Prince of Targaryens when it comes to the deciding matters of Targaryen Elves. Stylizing by someone else’s dreams, it never turned out well, if there is no dreaming of yours as well. Doreah was having her leap of faith, and this was it. She didn’t know what she can find, what she may hope for. The only thing that was keeping her stable and sane, was the thinking of something that might be not ordinarily or in anyhow commonly known, and there it was. She didn’t pace in the neutral space, she was wading into the other one.
There were the glistering shapes, and in them, the small dotted houses of mushroom cups. It was the celebration of life, it was bursting from each hole or the lively opening, the pores were pollinating, the living orifices were burgeoning or they were simply engendering the entire process. Growing were golden ivies with the various colors of blue, red and pink, and booming were the toadstool rings or ashen trees around which were living the Elves, and once they spotted her, they went down from their tower - like homes, some were on the tree platforms, others were on the rising plinths, other ones were merely above the emerald grounds, but it was safe and affectionate, endearingly gentle. They showed her fondness, they felt that she wasn’t from around, and she couldn’t know to which tribe they belonged or which clan they are, which breed of Elves, for each species had something that is characterizing them from the rest, races of Elves, but she couldn’t know, which they were? Teleri, Vanyar, Noldor, or something entirely different? Who knows. She came in search for her sister and she was looking forward to see her, to rejoice. One of the elven ladies had come up to her, inquired her stay.
- Have you gotten here for some flavored interlude? – the voice was sounding so adoringly. - Oh, no, my Liege Lady – she could tell that she was the Head Matriarch, and the little children were having their prying eyes on her, every Elf around the Head was only seemingly well – defined and distinctive or it could be the fantasized vision, you never know with the Elves, they can present themselves as anything you want them to be, they were fancy with their tricks and charms, of crafts and arts, of runes and spells, they were watching her inquisitively, but didn’t make loop rings about her still, none of them, or they would never even dare unless they are instructed so, dictated, no, that wasn’t the eventuality or the special occasion here, she could imagine everything of what may transpire, and she wouldn’t be assured if this is how it goes. She needs to be secured of what she is accomplishing in here, with them. So, she had begun talking.
- Forgive me my incursion. I just only wanted to know if you keep my sister. I would love to talk to her. Please, I had gotten the approval of your Elf Emperor and would you be so kind to grant me my wish? – they had waited. She wasn’t theirs, she didn’t put anything in her mouth or tasted the water of their spring wells. She was the Untouched, at least, yet. And if they do something or anything to test her determination, without any ordering from Feanor, or his Empress, the only returned and recognizable as the human being among High and Great or even Grand, who once was the Shieldmaiden that is still inspiring as the Lady in white or the Two Towers, it could stir some problems or plights for them, and yet, how can anyone, be it the ruler or monarch, or any sovereign, or the Overlord, order them around, not to do what they were born for, and that is to tempt and that is to elicit, to allure. To draw her to themselves.
- We may approve if you tell us that your intentions are clear and pure. Unalloyed with anything, but with the substance of the matter, the heart and the core. If not, you are staying with us – so far, some of the male Elves were encircling her, environing, or even blanketing with their lustful stares, the children were now doing their carefree dance, and it was the charming of the highest quality, they offered her fruits and the seducing morsels, the water of their springs was turning into anything she wanted to gorge herself on, and there was no break from it, no cessation. Oh, well. She has to deny. She has to refuse. To forswear it. She is abjuring their advances toward her, and she would be the most gleeful if she could stay with them. – Please, forgive me, but please, I know that you know her, my sister. I have been told that she won’t recognize me, that she is living another life, but that she is still just her, and it is her choice. I know that there is the perception about you. That you do have your understanding of the way of lives, there is the prudence, the cognition, the cognizance, please, I am educated, even if I am a slave, I am a self-learner, I have been studying in the dark, and I have been learning when no one even dared to bear me the hope, and I stand here, and I ask you, one more time. Where is my sister? You may read me. I know that you can, for I do let you.
It has worked, the Elves made the way for her, they removed themselves and let her pass, they stood in rows on each side, their penetrative allurements couldn’t get to her, no pretense, or the illusionary world, not the imaginary realm, and not delusional or imagined so, a mind that is fancying what isn’t there, she was the one who is in control of her preordination. Her sister was waiting for her.
She was there. Biding her time, she was calling to her. She will be one with her, she will know her, she didn’t forget her face, neither her name.
She was in front of her, at last.
- Adana! Is that you! Oh, Adana! I am so sorry…we were babies when they made slaves of us, each of us had her path, and when I found you, you couldn’t see me through a guise, I was disguised, but you could see if only you didn’t have those shadows with you and…- the woman that was her sister, did look distinctly. She was theirs and she lived her life with them, this was her sanctuary, her reward. – I do not deem that I know you. Who are you? – she was having her tiny basket with her, the was filled with the wild flowers, the mottled buds and the fruited gems of all sorts, she was taking it to her new home, with the man she loved. – Adana – she got closer, the woman made a step back – I beg you, I just want to touch you, to hug you, for you to see…that…that…I love you – and just like that, a woman with a serpent’s mask, has her womanly attributes displayed bare, and this time, with her genuine name, she was Adana. Dropping the wooden basket, she held her sister fast and tight. Both cried out.
- Aaaa, condone me everything! – it was Adana, two sisters, if they couldn’t be together in life, they were in the Undying Lands, where the Island that is named Aman was the blessed realm in the land of Valar, in Valinor. Everything else was already said. They are staying together, to see what will the life have for them, what will hold. For you are not staying in here just by eating or drinking, you stay with your own heart. It was sealed, just the way even one certain Dragon Prince could feel, and what is left for him and his Beauty is to hunt down the very one because of whom, this entire crusade has commenced and was initiated. Celegorm was going back too, to finish what he started. Meanwhile, Daxos was reliving all his failures and how it was brainless of him to deem that one Assassin might do some good, even with the financial support, he thought that he could corrupt him, to become corruptible, because the capital and resources, they do change people, even the riches they never had, but, that wasn’t the case, the man has stood by his honorable code, and they are in this chaos at present. He had to take some drink. Some strong one, ah, yes, the firewater. He gulps it.
It was like the fire that is trailing down his too dried throat, ah, when he just thinks about it, all comes back and he cannot put it out of his mind. He even immolated the fail of the woman, he offered her up with the fire that is forbidden to use. The one that is bridging the kingdoms of men with the elvish ones, the one that is the seal that sealed the Pact. It was the only way to appease the angered Gods. For Qarth to live on. When surprisingly, the crystallized chalice was broken, what is remaining is being besmeared upon the polished and waxed flooring. There was someone with him, he wasn’t alone. The shadow was made into the stylizing two, it was branching and forking, subdivided behind the dropping curtains, when straight off, it was visualized, the imaged embodiment of the man who was the epitome of privileging and personifying the fire as its spirit that is born from the grandest torment, delivered to people to lesson it.
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- Who are you? Who is there? All is blurred. What is this mistiness? – I knew that you wouldn’t know me, you forgot about me. – Reveal yourself! – in a corner stood no one but him, Feanor!
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Great Elf with the crossed arms over his well-hewn chest in the royal crimson, embroidered in the patterns and the Elf motifs, he was the enrichment in his imperial standing of all adornment.
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- Hello, my dear Daxos, I believe that you have used up all your cards, and the one you should never play, is the one that came for your head. You are human, you should have known it better.
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The pointed Ears in the Elves didn’t sufficed just for being cute and adorable, something erogenous that you shouldn’t touch, but it was responsive to emotions, that picks up how you did feel.
Make you mine. Dragons freeze with the stare. Behind the flower ivies, laid is a mystery in snares.