Believe in faith
Written is in the sands of time. That there will be such Elder Days, that you won’t remember even why you were alive. Howling was the despairing emotion throughout the day and the night, the Dark woods were even grimmer, whiles Jade rivers and its deltas were the vague and indistinct mist in the Whispering forest of vagueness which was bordered with the Blackwater wells, for all Sorceresses, Witches and Enchantresses couldn’t tell when the next age shall come into the feral reminder of what is to betide all those who had forgotten what it means to forsake the God. And some Gods were Elves, the Great ones, and even among the Great, there is only one whose name you shall not dare to invoke, and yet, it is invited as if you are inviting the ravishing ferocity into the halls of holiness, for the godliness is not in the name of the Lord, it is in the name of the people who were entrusted with the special fire that is used up to immolate.
- Why did you do it!? – there was no violence, there was no shouting, the voice was below the whisper and it could be discerned as if it was your distinguishing beauty of those who fall so fast, so quick, for they were pacing too rapidly, and the toll for it is always the same, the cost for the life itself, and Daxos couldn’t do anything but stay put, and to keep his stillness to himself, it shall be the only to keep him any company during the winter days. The silence was his answer. He was in front of the very Spirit Incarnate, in the flesh, the one that is fire, that consumes the life, the soul to the flame.
- Why? Why did you have to empty the spark of life? The one I gave from my very spirit? To keep the seal between us, the one of the sealed covenant, the pact. The treaty, the pledge which is the promise to the future generations to come. You have thrown it out of the window. Why did you sap it? You deemed so haughtily that there is no repercussion for your actions? Answer me? You believe that you are even greater than those you serve, to those you have sworn yourself, to whom you have pledged all your allegiances. You didn’t have trustiness laid even before. I thought, I shall wait, I shall see what will come out of all. I waited. At least, we Elves have the time which you do not have the right to privilege, for you are human, and I was hoping for something, anything, that despite being the monster you were, you shall find in all your harrowing affliction and sufferings, that something that makes you human, without the throbbing pain in my backside! And you did what I feared. To suck it dry. To dwindle and to wear it off. Why? And what, there is no answer? For once, be true to yourself. For when all your ancestors, the people who were coming before you, your primogenitors, the originators, didn’t have any scruple of the qualm that what I have given is forevermore, then why should you? And yet, you found yourself at the threshold of your own dawning time, that you and you alone is the newly fashioned nativity of Qarth realm? – had you seen him…
If someone would come and see Feanor now, it would be the last thing in their lives, for he was never angrier and never more incensed and tearing than now. Daxos was half-alive, but that was just a sneak peek into what is awaiting him, and yes, he shall be alive, he shall live, but the life he knew was over for him, he was on his numb knees.
- Please, mercy, my Lord, I supplicate for myself, I didn’t mean to, I was resolved. I was there in the moment, I just wanted to keep my city safe, and you are knowing everything. You are mindful of it all. You know… - Daxos, for the love of everything that you hold dear, ah, yes, you have no one beside you any longer, for you have thrown them all to the servility of your ways. Oh, how you have fallen. If nothing is under your yoke, you will find a way to collar the world. – Because that is for the best. You hear me, oh so Great and all mighty Feanor! Yes, I did commit what you are framing me off, you may hold onto your tongue, if you are holding me responsible. Due to being the one who you are, you never know how it is for us who are beneath all your bounties and beauties, below your field of vision. Your range is limited and your view is short-minded. And when everything already goes to Hell, why wouldn’t it be with style?!
- You are to bow, human. – No, I am not bowing to anyone, and why would I keep myself bent? For what? Who are you? Who are you to all of us?! I won’t live on your mercifulness. – And you took the matters into your own hands. – Yes! And all is right, all is fine. There is nothing to keep me away from what I have deserved to receive. – And that is? – The beautifulness of the rewarding feeling that comes with the fact that I have done only what was necessary to keep the life going. – Is this your last? – And what you will do to me? Huh? Burn me? Chop me in pieces, wizen me? Really, I want to find out!
- Oh, I may even reward you, as you have already mentioned, thank you for putting that idea to my mind. – Reward with what? – Oh, Daxos…meet my good and the oldest of all friends, meet…Glorfindel – the look upon Daxos face was the priceless one, it couldn’t be described. – Glor…Glor…- he turns around, slumping himself against the sturdiness that was out of the world, as it was God Elf.
- Oh, well, well…well…there is no reception, no guards, no fire…? – that voice, that sunny crown of cascades, that aura, the downpour of the shinning white. Before him was one and only, Glorfindel of Golden Flower.
- Oh…what is the meaning of this?! – his brain was half-dead, he couldn’t understand who has manifested, projected himself for a short time only. Feanor keeps his curved arms upon his courtly chest, carved in the woven patters and adorning designs.
- He shall take you. You will live as he pleases or sees fit. You shall be even rapt about it. It is the least I could do, and there is no more thrall servitude, I tolerated it for the sake of having more human beings brought to our sea dunes, but no more. No more thralldom, and no more representatives, there shall be only diplomatic relations and relatedness, I shall ensure that Penlod of Gondolin is the first diplomat to the new republic led by people. – No, you cannot do that! You are interloping, you are interposing into the human…- The human lives which I placed as the neutral contract which you failed to fulfill, human, and now, I wish you the best regards from myself. There is no more misgiving about you. Your time and the time of the alikeness such as yours has come to an end. Glor, just take him.
With such pleasure, you do not have to utter it to him twice. He was the simple man when it comes to the human affairs and the blood as such. And Feanor was the magnificent being here, he didn’t know that he had that in himself. For really, Daxos stood no chance, even if he had all the forces in the world on his side. His fate was forfeited, and the shadow that was ramifying its tentacles, has approached Daxos who in the screaming lamentations was swallowed whole by Glor’s potencies, to dwell somewhere between the life and death, till he isn’t cleaned from evils.
- Albeit, someone else will mention how we are the evilness in the humanoid shapes too, the beings of the lore – Glor commented, and Feanor remarked back, noting it fully well. – You are taking something against me? – Better that we move on, for there shall be dissimilarities that are about to change, when people see for themselves that the lives they lived, had changed its course, and those who were down, shall be up. – Isn’t it like the good thing?
- You cut our human supplies, Feanor. – This isn’t the place. – We need poverty and destitution, the depravation in people, if they go one ladder up more, there shall be no turning to us, but to themselves, we are their Higher Powers or Egos, to the best of our intentions. – That is my prime concern, and no worry, I have other priorities also, leave this be, for now. To see what people shall make out of it all. – And you do keep all the innocence, and I am to retain the bad ones? – Isn’t it your territory? – This is you who needs the cleaner after yourself. – Ah, you are a nostalgic Wolf. – The Stark, of course, I didn’t yearn to be what I am, but nonetheless, I was always the one who is dire. – Come, my friend. Celegorm has been escorted by Daxos already in the form of your daughter, I hope that you won’t take it against him. – If he stayed like her, for one more day, his butt would be owned – Feanor’s streak is to see that possessive line in Glorfindel. – All is solved, and people had hailed her for some other time, she was the nice addition to their sand lives of Qarth, along with the imagined and fancied dragons.
- It is hardly over, exhilarated and raptured to be. – As the life itself. – They shape shifted back. – You should see Huan, being the Wolf again. – Oh, I can think it up. – So, shall we go? We have some other bothers too, if you do not mind. – Yes, we are keeping ourselves for too long in the realms of Man, we should know better than to ready ourselves for their cockiness. – Let us see what you cooked.
And by cooking, it is the disseminating methods when all other may fail. If there is no rigorous modes, there wouldn’t be anything accomplished, and who knows what the intentional hands of Glorfindel will experiment on next, behind the closed doors through which you do not ache to come in, for he takes such great care of everyone who falls into his sticky hands, and once the doors are closed, you shall never escape the providence, you stay in with a clunking thunder. For the time being, the dune hills were carrying the message of the writings which were the runes of peacefulness and the resting places, over the expanses which are bringing across the sands of the written missives, the culmination of the spinning wheels and the tines on it. Many had dared to venture in breaking it, and many were foiled, for the kismet is not something to be taken lightly. Never was, and never shall be. For there is the follow up of what has bechanced next.
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- I do not know how you feel, but there was no hunting, and I was a horse. – My boy, it was about a discovery where lays a human heart. – Still, something is smelly. – Like what? – A dragon.
The clawed and flapped shadow was manifesting up high and hardy…gorging on them spitefully.
The harp is playing alone.