Agarlaer, Bloodsong {Rivendell, Summer 2010 T.A.} [Celebros]
Jun 6, 2018 15:36:51 GMT -5
Post by Fenion on Jun 6, 2018 15:36:51 GMT -5
Limmion knew that Celebros would not sing; though he always offered. If there was a time he would change his mind, Limmion knew he would be the one to witness it. Celebros would sing once; when they were small together; for like in age were the two of them. He had known him from when he was a dark haired elfling, and Limmion had always been fond of Celebros, even when his moods would change.
While Celebros grew darker in thought at the end of his song, Limmion did not notice. He was alight in joy for the music, and the beauty of the night air. White moths fluttered overhead, seeking upward in the silver light of the moon. Stars flickered in the sky, winking and blinking as sleepy eyes waiting for sleep to descend over all those in the realm. A call of a far off owl was answered by one nearer. Crickets chirrupped merrily, as did a frog croak on the banks of the river, while the fireflies flickered in the night.
The breeze blew gentle, rustling leaves.
Only did he feel the slight tremble of his friend's elbow as they worked along their path, and he took it for fear, or sadness; not anger. “It is so beautiful out to-” he turned to Celebros, and his eyes caught a shining glint in mid air.
No more had he time to discern what it was then he gasped, and felt pain. Pain Limmion had never known. He felt something sleek and wet. Something warm leaking from his chest. “Be- beau- beautiful night,” he choked out, as dizziness began to run over him; as pain arched through his body. His brow creased, and he looked quizzically at Celebros as he called his name. He felt his knees collapse.
“Limmion? ...Limmion!!!”
“Cel… my… mellon,” Limmion gasped outwardly again, trying to take in air which would no longer fill his lungs, which his heart would not take to pump through his body, giving him the gift of energy and song. Fully limp now, Limmion knew nothing. His fëa split from his hröa at the last beat of his heart, and Mandos welcomed him to his halls. Singing was Limmion when he entered the Halls of Mandos in a land far off.
“I-I...I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-I tried to tell you! I.. I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t me! I can fix this! I.. I can heal you! Limmion, saes!!”
Limmion heard not the words for already was he departed, though the blood still poured from the fatal wound in his chest.
It was then that Fenion burst through the trees at the cries of Celebros; for he had not been following with his wife too closely, yet disturbing were the shouts and he had rushed. Aradeth behind him. Fenion stood still in shock and horror, and Aradeth let out a scream that ripped through the night air; causing all motion in the Last Homely House to cease, and elves to grab their weapons and make for the forest.
“What…” Fenion began, not realizing in his shock what danger he and his wife were in. “What have you done, Celebros?” he asked, as Aradeth collapsed against him.
While Celebros grew darker in thought at the end of his song, Limmion did not notice. He was alight in joy for the music, and the beauty of the night air. White moths fluttered overhead, seeking upward in the silver light of the moon. Stars flickered in the sky, winking and blinking as sleepy eyes waiting for sleep to descend over all those in the realm. A call of a far off owl was answered by one nearer. Crickets chirrupped merrily, as did a frog croak on the banks of the river, while the fireflies flickered in the night.
The breeze blew gentle, rustling leaves.
Only did he feel the slight tremble of his friend's elbow as they worked along their path, and he took it for fear, or sadness; not anger. “It is so beautiful out to-” he turned to Celebros, and his eyes caught a shining glint in mid air.
No more had he time to discern what it was then he gasped, and felt pain. Pain Limmion had never known. He felt something sleek and wet. Something warm leaking from his chest. “Be- beau- beautiful night,” he choked out, as dizziness began to run over him; as pain arched through his body. His brow creased, and he looked quizzically at Celebros as he called his name. He felt his knees collapse.
“Limmion? ...Limmion!!!”
“Cel… my… mellon,” Limmion gasped outwardly again, trying to take in air which would no longer fill his lungs, which his heart would not take to pump through his body, giving him the gift of energy and song. Fully limp now, Limmion knew nothing. His fëa split from his hröa at the last beat of his heart, and Mandos welcomed him to his halls. Singing was Limmion when he entered the Halls of Mandos in a land far off.
“I-I...I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-I tried to tell you! I.. I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t me! I can fix this! I.. I can heal you! Limmion, saes!!”
Limmion heard not the words for already was he departed, though the blood still poured from the fatal wound in his chest.
It was then that Fenion burst through the trees at the cries of Celebros; for he had not been following with his wife too closely, yet disturbing were the shouts and he had rushed. Aradeth behind him. Fenion stood still in shock and horror, and Aradeth let out a scream that ripped through the night air; causing all motion in the Last Homely House to cease, and elves to grab their weapons and make for the forest.
“What…” Fenion began, not realizing in his shock what danger he and his wife were in. “What have you done, Celebros?” he asked, as Aradeth collapsed against him.