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Thranduil
A black feather falls through the pre-dawn sky. It flutters wildly, then cascades down settling onto the dry permafrost. Paces away, another alights the dry earth, up the mountains the trail goes, up and through the ice and rock. Every muscle ached. Hidden under his black invisible cloth and clothed in the skin of a Pegasus the golden strained to climb through the air. The dull winds of morn had let him rise, but the air was thin u[ here, making his short breaths all the more labored. With the wounds upon his skin, hidden though under his guise (causing his disguise to loose feathers), still less than a day old, the pain and ache made his head spin. But no matter how much his body ached, no matter how short his breath, or how great his pain, it was the feeling inside his chest, inside his heart, that distracted him from it all. Nothing else was felt. Nothing else held his thoughts. In the air the thoughts of the night before made his concentration, and therefore altitude drop with its memories. For when he had woken in the middle of the night it hadn’t been her beside him as he had, in that blissful moment before he opened his eyes, thought. It wasn’t the one he thought he was with. It wasn’t her touch. It wasn’t her sweet breath. The golden hadn’t woken up next to Hotaru. And he had wanted to. No one else, but one, could call such loyalty on this liar and thief, and even that had been ages ago. It hadn’t been a terrible nightmare, and it wasn’t washed away in a deep sleep. The memories remained awakened. The voice in his heart had been indeed awoken, and it would not be silenced again. Sleep and dark dreams had put time between Ophelia’s weighted words, and his own realizations. Yet the shock still weighed heavily. How could she have slipped into his world, his private most inner chambers when he hadn’t even seen her! That had been the whole point of staying away. The spar with the tiger had been the end. Distance should have given ease, and the gold should have moved on to being his proper self. And it had for a time given ease to it all. Yet with the nasty side effect of this. In his time of a blind eye, the words had sunk deeper, the feelings shifted without his notice, so that when he had awoken, it was overpowering. The gold want to blame magic, or some other trick, but the night before had proven, this had no one’s hand in it but hers. And gods it hurt. His head was swollen with guilt, and anguish, and his chest was burning with the light that flooded every dark corner. Every dark memory connected to this feeling bloomed forth in revolting displays in his mind. The dangers of this path. The weaknesses it revealed. Worse of all of the doubts. The words of the tiger still burned in his ears. But then again, two bulges in his satchel pressed against his ribs. In all this the gold should have been awash in agony and immobilizing despair. The memories should have had him on his knees. But there was born, when he woke and looked to see no rosen coat beside him, a shivering sensation. A fear. A guilt. A desire. A realization. An acceptance. There was a strength (dare Ophelia be proved true? Or was this a disgust, a revolting shove) born in the voice which had been so long silenced. Go. So he went. Memory guided him. He slipped, just so through the ice Arch. But was distracted from his own homecoming. It was nearly for naught. In his straining soul and body, and now the overwhelming ills being within this mountainous home returned to him, the illusion lost its fuel. Still feet above the earth it flickered, and extinguished. A rough call, hoarse and unformed echos on the ice walls, as the gold fell. The cloak hid from the world the settling dust, but under it the golden groans. On his knees he feels the sting and hot collecting pools of his own body and blood. Like a final taunt to this illusion he had created to blind his own self, the world was stealing, spar by battle, cut by scrape, the vanity and pride of the gold. Still on his coat, revealed by spring were fresh gray lines of claws. Shaking the crowned head the gold slowly rose to face the mountains. His earth eyes in their veil shivered to see them, but a strange sensation of familiarity smothered his thoughts. There he had stood with a commanding eye. There he had stood and welcomed the newcomers with a prideful vanity. There he had slept with Hotaru. His chest gave a painful twinge. With the insistence of a drunkard on his last leg the gold move jerkily forward. Then he found it. Her cave. His spine gave a shiver, but his body was frozen. Hidden as he still was, he could not move. For the first time he had asked himself, what was he doing here? His mind had been set only one desire. He wanted to see her. No, he had to see her. But here, before her cave, with her scent (sweet, yet cutting), lacing the trails, he had frozen, his voice and actions cut short, and dry. A criminal at last brought before a judge. In a fleeting thought the vision of him slipping back through the Arch comes to mind. To run, again, from this, from what she awoke. To avoid the questions and uncertain paths all together. But then that same damned feeling arose as before he opened his eyes on this morning. That same utter blissful contented peace. She had promised to show him that (would it matter he had remembered its powers beside another on which he had placed a rosen mask?). He wanted that. So many years had been hard, born in the dark and rocky earth. So forgotten was the soft new grass of spring, the gentle cool breezes of night, and the warmth of another’s touch. The crowned head tips back and the black cloak slips off, sliding uncaring to the ground. With the sun cresting over the ridge, and breaking into the valley’s depths a weathered, cracked voice whispers into the cave’s darkness. “Hotaru?” "talk talk talk" OOC:: FINALLY, I couldn't stand it any more. Also obviously its open but Hotaru at first maybe? please? |
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