Meeting with the King
There are measureless numbers of elven kingdoms, from underground to the higher regions, but there was none in the deserts. And even there, God Elf would make his harems. It was the unacquainted grounds he trod right now. For the wastes and wilds were always those that are not attractive even to the human beings, nonetheless, Elves find their ways, even when it needs to be done by the harder fashions and methods of the blooming realms. And all even female diplomats and officials wouldn’t be able to contain the vulnerability you are facing in the real life moments. The necessary evil. Even Palantiri wouldn’t be able to tell also. The lane of the righteousness, that leads to the reveals of the hidden. When sons bring presents for their fathers as well. In the same way, just like Daemon delivered the one that sealed the loose ends with the House of Starks. Celegorm was knowing that if he is to survive this with his Valinor Wolf, he has to awaken what was laying for a long time beneath his elven heart. His Great Dog of War, the relative to the werewolves and dire alike, would even feel when that something is coming, and being birthed to Celegorm. It was the subsisting feeling, the emotion and the sensation, that something is already here, being born with them, for the wastefulness of their existence is not the astral influence, it was even going much deeper than the Old Man of his. Much more denser and consenting, for he was discovering himself, adaptable and adjustable, for he must survive, in other to live, amenable and indulgently yielding, for all what they suffer at this right moment. This was the turning point, and he didn’t know how to turn it. For how it had begun? It should be encased with what they were experiencing before. Every creature reacts to the initiation. The starting of all dawns that are guidelines for those who wander, which are here to remind that nothing is lost, it has altered, metamorphosed and it shall return its liveliness as the omen that was the first among so many, uncounted as the innumerous tears. Here he was. Defying all odds.
- I think I know what we shall do, my trusty companion. – What exactly? I am starting to lose hope. – Never do so. There is the end of the line for each one of us, and what do we tell to the God of Death when we are resisting it? – That he goes to Hell and back? – No, not today. – And what is there to do? We cannot make even the slightest of the moves, that beast is going to descend upon us, he is going to rise up, to resurface, we do not know even why this is happening to us, neither how it is going to come about. And what it shall be? The King of Dunes or his Old Man that happens to be an intersexual being? – Neither or both, or everything, but I know why we had it upon us. What is the appeal of ours, that we appealed to it, and now it is hunting us, it was pulled to us. – How so? What did we do? We are soon to starve, to die from the dehydration, your smell is not getting better, and there is no water springs or any of the animals to hunt, not even the bird, if just one would re-appear, I would jump so high, that even those who fly would be soared by my mastery, I just would catch in the air, I know it. – There is no need for it.
- Really? I believe that I do not follow you. I lost the track a long time ago. – Just a few minutes. – That may be, it is the longest century to my mind, if we are going to be outspoken with one another. – Tell me, frankly, when was the last time when you were digging something? – Dig? If this is what I trust myself to be, then, you may write me off. – Do not be like that. – To go under? Do you know for how long that will take? – As much as we need it. I am mustering my magic. – You may form it, mold it, and beat it into shape, hammer out, there is no way… - It is gripped by us, it is the fascination, because it is smelling the blackness… - this didn’t make any sense, there was no purport in his words. – I lost it, completely. What blackness? – We had become callous, insensitive and cold-blooded, everything what we do is soulless. That is what we remained to be, the stalkers of life, and these beings are comprised of the Water of Life. – The life doesn’t flow in us, evermore? Let the blood flow…and all? – No, no, you do not realize it, not because you are the Wolf, but because we are too much superior life forms, we do not pay attention to the small joys, to the details, we did fail life.
- But, that is what you need to become, if you are not calloused and solidified, there is no reason for you to live another day – the grainy perception of the sand dunes were the veiling luster, they were shifting, rising the veil of the thin sheets which were incasing the man and his dog, the tracks and the paws. The wolf’s muzzle and the Owner’s keeper. The skin of the Elf, and the pelt of the Wolf of Valinor. They felt crusted and stiffened by the experience, it should have loosened them, but they were still holding onto it as there is nothing to cling to anymore, alone were. For there were lots of them, opined the same, they could reckon each glare and each act, but they didn’t see pass the veiling of the sand dunes. This was it. They are to be purged for it.
The Sandworms are the untainted beings, they are pure and they are unmixed, they may feel the wickedness in its wake, and they had that abounding, it was growing within, it was maturing, and taking its roots as well as the shape of it. They weren’t humans, humans may atone themselves. Elves have no reward and they have no punishment. Thus, this was it, they didn’t hold onto purity, it was clarified, they lost some portion of their souls, and it was getting back at them and the only way is not to elicit it to themselves, no, or wait it come. They are going to them.
- What if we arouse it even more?
- We won’t. Wait here. – Where are you going? You really should bestride me. You are the one who is losing your own strengths.
- I will be back in a minute!
- We shouldn’t separate, this is what they want, or he wants, walk slower.
- No, no, wait here and see! – he vanished into the dune’s shrouds, he was panicking, something that is uncommon for him, but he couldn’t know that the silvering shall begin to dance, and he got flabbergasted, he is doing it, for real! This is how they are to dig! It was the old school spelling, and after some time, Celegorm was dashing across the breadths of girdling belts, now, he was straddling finally his reliable Huan.
- It is coming! – and before they knew it, the rousted King of Dunes was echoing through the reverberations of its own thunder and bolts, it was latching with its widened mouth to swallow up them wholly, glutting its way to where they were standing, motionless.
- Are you readied? – All is set and braced! – when the monstrosity was nigh, they collected themselves and were propping with both the magic of theirs and the fortified bonds to take a deep dive by catapulting themselves as higher as they could, landing upon the ridged crust of the sandworm. Huan is digging his claws ever deeper, without clawing out anything, the talons of his were the final sentiment he did recollect when everything was bouncing back. The force field of theirs is protecting them, from the collision that would mean the certain demise of theirs. Here it was, they were burrowing themselves deeply and darkly.
Together with the King of Sand that was returning to the world that was his to own. And they didn’t have to wait for the endlessness, they were being welcomed by the gorgeous reefs and the crystalline ridges, by the under passes, and the crags kingdoms of the unfamiliar and unbeknown girths. Those were the crystalized bowers of the homestead tracts. Farming stretches and ploughed spans, there was the divine light at the end of the made tunnels, and it was the crystal-like cut embodiment of the world that was living underneath, where no one would ever know or tracked it down. This was their discovery and only theirs, they could feel so pleased with themselves. This was it. To be exhilarated about what they did find, and what is staying with them bound in secrets.
- It seems, we had found out more than we could ever hope for. My beloved Huan. – We are still travelling, and all sand would be in our holes if it weren’t for the protective shields of ours.
- We are doing it together, jointly. There is a utter shading from its side too. – He knows what we did? – Right. He isn’t doing anything about it.
- Unconventional in frequenting.
That is due to the forceful entering, and the King of Dunes, as the son of the God Sandwarm couldn’t forcefully even shake them off, he was quavering them to cut off their ill intentions, but it was all in vain, that is why he resigned to what is to commence in the following sections. When the King arrived at the portals of the sand principality, both Huan and Celegorm were received by the moving scenes that could be picturesque and palpable, it was the materialized substructure where was the satisfying portion of the dim luminescence that was flinging them with the revealing and unprecedented precedence, the unimaginable outgrown shoals and sandbanks, the primacy of the non-conceived phantasms that were rife with the thickness of the greenness, the vegetation was vegetating by their own lungs, and when the King of Dunes as the sandworm has slowed down, they were down, getting prepared for what is to come upon them.
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- Are you confident enough to speak with the King or his Old Man? – Perchance, we won’t be using voices, veritably, we may even avail our words through telepathy. – We shall see till then.
That was the meaning of necessary evil. Dragons are not extensions as the Rider Wolves.