Zarim Zorilgo (September 3010) {Legolas}
Apr 19, 2018 10:10:14 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Apr 19, 2018 10:10:14 GMT -5
Zarim Zorilgo, Some Purpose
Within the Elvenking's Halls
Within the Elvenking's Halls
The halls were full; the Kingdom seemed thriving; yet empty. It was empty. Kelet had always been graceful; it was inherent within her, but watching the way the others near floated in step, she felt strange. Hearing the harshness of her own words against their beauty; after a time she had not spoken much.
Connections, she had made; with those who did not seem to frown upon her manner. Friends they could be called. Yet…
Where had they gone?
It was with sadness that Kelet had taken Duckie to the lake that morning; set him free to swim, and he had paddled. She had watched his little webbed feet, which had grown so large and orange like the sunset, and his little green head with it's two beady eyes on either side; he had feathered out so nicely.
He had quacked, and paddled, and made his call; and with nary a glance back to her, he had joined the other duck swimming in the shallows. The curled feathers of his tail would bob up as his head bobbed down, and he swam; as far through the reeds as she could see.
Kelet had cried; shed tear. The feeling of water coming from her eyes was new. Never before could she recall such emotion. He had been her friend. The one friend she had; or at least, the one friend she could still find.
There was now no Odothel, with her voice, her harp, her sad golden eyes and her hands which had been so gentle to guide her to this place. To remove her chains and to help her find her way. Odothel had vanished first.
There was now no Meludir, with his singing and laughter and smile. For which words she had been able to learn thus far, he had been so patient with her. He had gone as well; the last of the flower wreaths he had given her still sat upon the table in her room, now withered.
They had both vanished as the summer carried onward, and thinking she would see them again she sought through the halls; sought to their own chambers; knocked upon their doors, yet there had been no answer. Her heart felt pained as it had never before.
Perhaps there had been another time when she had felt such great loss, though she barely remembered her Mother, only the image of from behind could Kelet pull to mind, the long silver hair glowing in the starlight; the sound of Cuiviénen in the desert air.
Kelet did not worry for Duckie. She knew he was happy; glad to once again join his own kind and live as he had been meant to live. He had been lost, like her; yet when the other ducks had called to him he had answered in kind and they spoke the same language. Kelet was the same as these; the people of the Pointed Ears, yet she now felt more alone than she had ever. She knew where Duckie had gone; yet Odothel and Meludir, she knew not, and she felt a fear in her heart for the both of them.
Everyone here, through the days floated by as foam upon the lake, like ripples on the river. There had been no voices more lovely in the stone caverns nor under the trees. Not even the peeping or the quacking of her little duck all feathered and ready to fly on his own.
“Ta khaashaa yavj baisan be?” she whispered, knowing nobody would understand but nonetheless speaking. Where did you go?
Kelet sighed, stopping to lean against the wall in another one of the endless tunnels and caverns. Her searching was fruitless, and she felt the water in her eyes. Suddenly, with Duckie gone, she seemed as she had no purpose.