Chosen One (Riviedir) Mid winter Winter [2969]
Mar 15, 2018 16:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Kyleria on Mar 15, 2018 16:10:39 GMT -5
Mantled in the carded fleece of winter, veiled in her own thoughts as the camp was near the shore. A small encampment of the tainted dark blood Numenor waited. A boat was supposed to be coming up stream. Kyleria stared at the river, breath kissing the air and she drew her furs closer around her body. Haakiem stood next to her “Might I speak before you leave me for the east, before your husband” the words were bitter on the easterling’s throat. Squeezing as crushed glass was shoved down his throat. “ Comes to take you, Kyleria. Then you will be gone”
Kyleria stared into the cold river, “You should not speak words that you will regret telling me Haakiem, for there is nothing left to say that can change what has been done” not daring to glance up to the dark haired man next to her with swirling tribal tattoos below both of his amber hued eyes. Haakiem slipped arm around her waist and pressed a silent kiss to her temple. Grey eyes closed as she leaned into Haakiem. This was the price. Sundered from where she wanted to be. Having to go where she did not. All for the sake of the master, all for the duty in her blood. Low was the whisper in her ear, the clicking sound of his tongue. Easterling speech. ”My heart is within you”.
Now Kyleria wanted to retch up every bite of food she had eaten this morning. She would have felt better, had she. Haakiem’s hand rubbed the length of her arm and she steeled her resolve. Pulling away. Hissing low so her father nor Khshayarsha would hear. “I hate you for telling me that. Go fall into Moria’s pits and do not touch me again, Or I will carve those pretty amber eyes from your skull and eat them”
Haakiem pulled a dagger from his belt and pressed it into Kyleria’s hand “Do it, sunder me from this world and from your presence” Softly growling, as Kyleria faced him and he stared her down. Her eyes of fire and malice. Haunting lenses of grey. The sound of elvish voices from past Kyleria broke their trance and the woman clad in white turned. There stood three elves with tanned skin, they were dusk colored that she could see of their faces. They looked like easterlings but were elves. One had tattooing down half his face and throat, the darkness disappearing beneath his clothing. And behind them was a tall black haired elf. His skin tanned but not nearly as dark. She noticed he wore a bandage around his eyes. He was blind and yet He stared at Kyleria as if he could see her clear as day. Kyleria’s eyes narrowed on him. This must have been Reviedir she thought
“What is the meaning of this, where is your lord” Kyleris spoke, as the tall elf stepped out into the water to help pull the canoe to the shore.
“He could not be here, and knew someone should be. We love each other he and I, a brothers love he’d say. I am Validir The one he would he send to bring his bride down stream.” Valindir spoke, and the elf with tattoos turned dark eyes toward Kyleria and Haakiem. Speaking “Your father told us you were as lovely as the spring. Imagine my surprise, to find that he was right and have not said the half of it. Your husband to be, waits down stream at our encampment for your presence…”
Kyleria snarled. Elf Flith.
“Do not speak your disgusting language of poetry to me elf. I am no willing participant in this. I would rather gut you where you stand” Kyleria hissed and she felt Haakiem grab her arm that held his dagger still. He pulled her to him and lowered his voice to her ear. “Calm yourself. Go with him and I will come for you in the darkness. And we will kill them together. Go...go to him" Dropping Haakiem’s dagger, she wrenched herself free from him. As Khshayarsha carried a travel bag to the elves. “Her things…” he growled. Khshayarsha did not like this exchange of Kyleria either for weapons made by an elvish smith.
Kyleria watched as a second boat came up stream, with just two elves. Valindir signaling in elvish sign language to the elves to pull the vessel to the shore. Valindir offered out a hand “Come...Kyleria is it...We would honor your name with our own. I am sure our lord had thought of a bride name for you in our tongue”
Haakiem bristled, he most hungrily desired to slay these elves. He waited, he would take his vengeance in the night. This would not stand to the easterling. A party of elves would die in the night if he had anything to say about it. Kyleris lips twitched. “Good my lords, Kyleria say your goodbyes my dear for I shall never see you again. Be a good lass, hmm try not to upset the elf too much”
Kyleria’s gaze flicked to her father. She spat on the ground in front of him and allowed the blind elf to take her hand. How he could see she did not understand but she knew elves had a powerful healing magic. It must have been that. Into the canoe she would be settled. And the Elves pushed off the shore. To down stream. Where Reviedir waited.
Kyleria stared into the cold river, “You should not speak words that you will regret telling me Haakiem, for there is nothing left to say that can change what has been done” not daring to glance up to the dark haired man next to her with swirling tribal tattoos below both of his amber hued eyes. Haakiem slipped arm around her waist and pressed a silent kiss to her temple. Grey eyes closed as she leaned into Haakiem. This was the price. Sundered from where she wanted to be. Having to go where she did not. All for the sake of the master, all for the duty in her blood. Low was the whisper in her ear, the clicking sound of his tongue. Easterling speech. ”My heart is within you”.
Now Kyleria wanted to retch up every bite of food she had eaten this morning. She would have felt better, had she. Haakiem’s hand rubbed the length of her arm and she steeled her resolve. Pulling away. Hissing low so her father nor Khshayarsha would hear. “I hate you for telling me that. Go fall into Moria’s pits and do not touch me again, Or I will carve those pretty amber eyes from your skull and eat them”
Haakiem pulled a dagger from his belt and pressed it into Kyleria’s hand “Do it, sunder me from this world and from your presence” Softly growling, as Kyleria faced him and he stared her down. Her eyes of fire and malice. Haunting lenses of grey. The sound of elvish voices from past Kyleria broke their trance and the woman clad in white turned. There stood three elves with tanned skin, they were dusk colored that she could see of their faces. They looked like easterlings but were elves. One had tattooing down half his face and throat, the darkness disappearing beneath his clothing. And behind them was a tall black haired elf. His skin tanned but not nearly as dark. She noticed he wore a bandage around his eyes. He was blind and yet He stared at Kyleria as if he could see her clear as day. Kyleria’s eyes narrowed on him. This must have been Reviedir she thought
“What is the meaning of this, where is your lord” Kyleris spoke, as the tall elf stepped out into the water to help pull the canoe to the shore.
“He could not be here, and knew someone should be. We love each other he and I, a brothers love he’d say. I am Validir The one he would he send to bring his bride down stream.” Valindir spoke, and the elf with tattoos turned dark eyes toward Kyleria and Haakiem. Speaking “Your father told us you were as lovely as the spring. Imagine my surprise, to find that he was right and have not said the half of it. Your husband to be, waits down stream at our encampment for your presence…”
Kyleria snarled. Elf Flith.
“Do not speak your disgusting language of poetry to me elf. I am no willing participant in this. I would rather gut you where you stand” Kyleria hissed and she felt Haakiem grab her arm that held his dagger still. He pulled her to him and lowered his voice to her ear. “Calm yourself. Go with him and I will come for you in the darkness. And we will kill them together. Go...go to him" Dropping Haakiem’s dagger, she wrenched herself free from him. As Khshayarsha carried a travel bag to the elves. “Her things…” he growled. Khshayarsha did not like this exchange of Kyleria either for weapons made by an elvish smith.
Kyleria watched as a second boat came up stream, with just two elves. Valindir signaling in elvish sign language to the elves to pull the vessel to the shore. Valindir offered out a hand “Come...Kyleria is it...We would honor your name with our own. I am sure our lord had thought of a bride name for you in our tongue”
Haakiem bristled, he most hungrily desired to slay these elves. He waited, he would take his vengeance in the night. This would not stand to the easterling. A party of elves would die in the night if he had anything to say about it. Kyleris lips twitched. “Good my lords, Kyleria say your goodbyes my dear for I shall never see you again. Be a good lass, hmm try not to upset the elf too much”
Kyleria’s gaze flicked to her father. She spat on the ground in front of him and allowed the blind elf to take her hand. How he could see she did not understand but she knew elves had a powerful healing magic. It must have been that. Into the canoe she would be settled. And the Elves pushed off the shore. To down stream. Where Reviedir waited.