View Full Version : The missing end. (IC storry about Ama'lian)
She didn't hear, she couldn't see, she didn't know where she was or how long time had passed since she got separated from the others. She walked without knowing what direction was right.
Her head pounded
He had just disappeared, in a rift of time... again? Gone?
Old memories mixes with new ones in a continuing mirror image of the reality that performed around her. She had no memories of her killing on the path through corridors and caves in the dark Moria, but the blood in her face, hair and her sword spoke another language.
What had the northman told her and her friend, a message, to who... Elrond... yes, what was it?
She moved her head quickly, a reflection, or was it a shadow in the dark... her father? The mist swirled like fairies around her feet and played a trick on her.
Her head was pounding, her heart was pounding and her muscles ached.
He sense itched and a beast raised in front of her, a forest, a glade. She put pressure on her arms and let the sword bite into the beasts flesh, the blood splashed in her face and the foul taste spread in her mouth when she staggered out. Grass, she saw.... the moon, fresh air. The grip on the sword weekend and left the hand to land on the ground as she walkes a few more feets. She sank down on her knees and burried her face in her hands. The blood mixed with her tears when she crawled up against a tree and fell into a dreamless sleep.
//Nice, always good to see IC stuff on forums, hope there is more to come.
DM_Olórin
09-11-2006, 14:13
*the old man in grey nods in agreement*
A time rift, she looked throgh the books in the libery, where... *Ama'lian let a big sigh out* She hadn't rested well for a long time... and the worry and all the memories she had from past, that was trying to work together, ate at her mind as maggots on a pice of porkshop in the sun.
She went out from the libary in Imladris ... Sereg .. he would know, she though, he is wice and a good friend. Atleast he would know how to start.
She stopped on the bridge over the small stream of water and looked out over the pond. She closed here eyes and saw the two trees for her inner sight and smiled.
"He will be fine", she said out loud to the birds that swimmed in the pond and the bright orange butterfly that landed on her hand. "I know he is"
Some things still made her shake her head when she walked slowly through the gardens of Elrond. Her memory was returning but not in any special order, that was the problem, it all came one thing before the other and then a third thing..
It took both time and effort to solve this jigsaw puzzle, and sometimes it was as if she was swiming in a pool of mud. When she reached the surface she was sucked down again. And also there was all the impressions from the surroundings, all new things she had to learn about this place and also Glorfin who was missing. She sometimes wanted retire into her personal shell and just dissapear.
But that was no option.
Many times she had long talkes with Sereg, most times about nothing, but it always gave her comfort to know that there are kin that listen. In a chidish way he was funny, the way he tricked her the first time and how easy it was to look through his mantel of falsehood. But that made her understand that this male was a male with great knowledge, and she admired him for that.
But now, she knew.. she must do something. Validriel.. Unien, she noded
//sorry if spelled the names wrong, my teflon memory is failing me
What was it. She tried to see what it was that moved around behind the ruins. Something small. She had her sword ready, but the she saw it. She smiled, a dragon, a tiny dragon peeked at her with its pure white eyes.
She sheltered her sword and spoke calmly to it.
"Don not be afraid little one, i will do you no harm"
The dragon moved around in the snow, trying to hide behind one of the brick stones that lay around.
"Are you hungry? Im sorry i don not carry around any meat but i have this."
She took a few carefull steps forward and reached down her bag. She put the honney cake on the ground then backed away.
The dragon looked at it for a moment then to Ama'lian, then back to the cake. It smelled in the air then slowly went forward to snatch it and return to its safe location. She smiled and watched the dragon munch on the honney cake.
"You want more, i only have one more left, though i will give it to you" She repeted what she had done once more and wathced the little dragon snatch the pice of cake with its clawed hands.
She spoke softly
"Perhaps one day you will remember this and me, i will have to leave you little friend, but perhaps we meet again"
The dragon looked more then full, it took a long last look at Ama'lian then returned back into the forest. Ama'lian smiled and continued her walk back to Imladris.
Thanks to DM Elbereth for a thing that made me smile all evening
Ama'lian was standing in the gardens of Elrond. She was looking at the young Elenuíal, and in her face she saw horror.
They had just came back from Moria, Ama'lian fealt very emptie, like a small part of her had died, or had turned dark. They had made the jurney there to help hír Glorfindel in the search for a some scrolls and a book on mithrill working. The mission was a sucsess, but she didn't find what she returned to Moria for, not the slightes thread escens of Glorfin was there. Only emptie walls of cold stone and darkness so thick you could see it move. Perhaps that was why she fealt so emptie.
She turned her head to look at the dwarf and the human who had helped them, they were talking with low voices.
Orcs didn't frighten her anymore, not even Moria frightend here, her mind and body was in focus for the first time in a very long time, she fealt that she had tasks again.
She turned her gaze to Elenuíal again, poor child, her youth was taken from her, but she was more warrior then kin even hundreds of years older then her. She was prepaired, prepaired for the storm that a wingstroke from the butterfly could start.
Her mind drifted away and she looked out over the valley, up to the edge where the sun was slowly sinking behind and she was on the boat. They where only three, herself a male and another female. The female glistened in the moonlight, power swirled around her like smoke dancing around the flame, she knew her, but.. she turned her mind to the male. She could feel her heart start to pound in her body, the fair skin and the profile she knew so well. She shaked her head and the sun hit her eyes, only thing that was left was even more sorrow and emptieness. She was missing something.. a piece was gone. A drop of sweat found its way down her temple. Turned and walked into the guesthouse, leaving the dwarfs laughter behind her.
Any DM may go in and correct words
The golden ring glimmered on her hand when she held it up to the moonlight. She knew she missed him, she remembered him now, the smile on his face, the laughter, the long walks. She looked up at the moon and remembered an old song her mother sang a very long time ago.
All day I keep from falling apart
But at night when the sky gets dark
I feel something falling from the sky
Tears from the moon
Fall down like rain
I reach for you
I reach in vain
Deep scars heals slow, but this loss will leave an open wound for the rest of her life.
Ama’lian wasn’t feeling well, she had left Glorfin in the care of the elves in Lothlorien many weeks ago now, but she hadn’t heard anything of how he was doing. Even when she was there to see him she was not allowed to meet with him, and nothing was said to her. She knew nothing and that made her worried.
She tired to think of other things, to make the days go by.
She still had problems understanding things around here and she was starting to have bad dreams when she rested. She didn’t sleep well. Something was bothering her, and it was not only Glorfins condition that was gnawing on her conscious.
This night she sat with a human, Lance, and Eleri in Elronds garden, she actually didn’t pay much attention to the conversation that occupied the two of them, only words here and there reached her. She had been talking to Lance earlier, and told him where she was from, and that always made her sad. She knew she couldn’t tell him why she had come, and how she had ended up here, at least no yet, it was still much that had to be done before and some things is better not to be told to the younger children of Ilúvatar.
She looked to the both of them and smiled occasionally as they spoke. She wondered if she would be able to rest well this night and then she noticed how tired she was. It was time to a night, with most likely, dreams haunting her mind.
Entering Moria this time was not as other times, she was not searching for him anymore, no, Glorfin was beside her. Her blade glowed in the dusk light, it was hunting, and so was she. Lance continued with firm steps ahead and made a sound when he charged the group of orcs that was taken by surprise as the four companions entered the hallway.
Her blade sang to her as it had so many times before, a sweet song of home and she could almost see the sun over the Pelori setting in the west. A splash of blood and she turned around to meet yet another orc that was charging the young elven female that they had asked to come along, the dance continued and they sang together, in harmony, each blow hitting its mark with precision.
In just a few moments everything was quiet again, except for the hard breath of the small group. Then she felt it there, something watching her. She turned around on reflex but only darkness reflected in her blue eyes.
-“Let’s continue, we don’t want to stay here more then needed.” Lance pointed out, all agreed, and they did.
//Thanks to Blode, Dakota strider and Intel_Ninja for yesturday
Lance had finally forced her to travel to Unien, something in her told her not to go there, something wanted her to just kill Lance and turn around. The red eyes glimmered in her mind, a sweet soft melody was surrounding her and she touched her blade.
She coughed
"Are you alright Amy?" Lance asked
She just nodded and motioned him to go on while she hid her hand with stains of blood on it. Dark thoughts occupied her mind and again the will to get rid of her helper found footing in her mind. She shook her head.
The road to Unien is long, many times they had to rest, many times Ama’lian lost her breath due to her cough and fever that burnt in her and all the time Lance stood by her side determined not to give up. Ama’lian just thought him stubborn and a fool to drag her along to something she didn’t want, she was fine, nothing wrong with her and with every step her hatred grew stronger for this human that forced her steps.
Finally they reached the door to the tower, Ama’lian almost not knowing where she was or what she was doing with blood dripping from her chin. Unien met up at the door and helped both Lance and Ama’lian up to the upper rooms.
Ama’lian was not certain what happened, but Unien convinced her to leave the sword to her. The only thing Ama’lian wanted was to use the sword on Unien, to kill her, but something deep inside, behind the red eyes and the wicked whispers of death, sang to her. She lost her self to the song and sang with it, lost direction of time and location. Her body started to heal her, with the help of Uniens comfort and magic. The source of evil was not with her any longer the whispers were slowly swirling away into nothing.
Three months later she and Unien made the travel back to Imladris, three moths had passed since the day Lance with force made her realize that she had been caught up in magic that she had never known before. She was relaxed, stronger, more self-content. Thanks to her friends she was still alive, and now with a new goal, to find the man who used her blade, the man who tamed it by his will and then used her for his deals.
Dakota Strider
23-04-2007, 18:09
//ooc You make Lance seem much more heroic then I remember. :) Very good writing.
Confidence was growing in her, but now and then the memories pained her. She tried not to think about it, she even tried to press them away sometimes. But they always came back when she was sleeping.
Ama’lian was sorry for the people and kin around her that suffered her bad temper and mood.
She would have to start to explain to them, the waves of memories that had been coming in steady streams were starting to fade away; she could even remember things from her childhood now.
Good and bad, love and misfortune, but still her confidence was growing.
Turning the green gem in her hands she sat in the council circle with her bare feet in the cold water of the pond. Closing her eyes she could smell the followers and the trees from all around her. Enhancing her senses she could feel the life that dwelled around her, from ants to spiders to the bird on a branch singing a complex song. This is why she never ate meat; she could not be able to eat something that had thoughts and insights.
She opened her eyes watching the intricate ripples that were formed around her feet as they dipped in and out of the water and she started to sing. This was something she rarely did, but her heart felt like singing. The words were a stream of motions and even the bird halted its trill. The word in the ancient elven tongue lingered in the area and it was filled with confidence, strength and magic that she induced them with.
She let the last tones echo out and then she fell back in the grass with a smile and watched the blue sky above.
Leaving Edoras, after telling the grave news of well trained orcs near there border her mind started to drift again.
Oaths, inheritance, rules…
The pressure behind her eyes started to build up again, but she held her tears back with all the effort she could muster. This is how it had to be. The conflict within her were one of the greatest battles she as ever fought and her sword, Nimmidalang, was of no use, still it rang its song in her as it always did trying to comfort her.
Dirt lifted by the hoofs created a big dust cloud behind her as she set put to Minas Tirith.
“During these times of trouble, there are many who have lost one or sometime both of their parents. Look to these lost ones to become yours.”
The words echoed in her mind.
“That way you can be happy knowing that you are helping others and in time, you will treat them as family. No it is not the same as your own child, but the trouble that would cause would break you and your 'love'.”
She halted into a trot as she neared the borders where she and Lance had encountered the orcs, but her mind still wandered in its own.
“Focus” Ama’lian said out loud, as she tried to enhance her senses on her surroundings. Her mind started to speak again.
“So you must remember tradition has much to do and even more to say about how we dictate our lives. If you were to go against this, then you would not only bring trouble to yourself but also to the house of Mandros.”
Ama’lian came to a stop. She started to breathe slowly, her heart were not speaking the same words as her mind. But she would not let her heart take control. She set her jaws firm and focused. Focused on the song her sword always sang, the songs her mother sang to her as a child. The song Eiliath sang to her on there day of betrothal.
The dreams were just lies, something a different Ama’lian had fabricated. The anger built up in her.
“Why am I to be punished, or is it just the will of the stars?” She looked up at the clear night sky and her eyes set on the Wilwarin constellation. Something had to do with it. It was why she had left with the stargazer in the first place.
She searched the area for a place to rest during the darkest hours of the night and found a big house tree just beside a small cliff and decided it would be a good spot to defend if ambushed. She didn’t dare do make a fire so she set against the trunk and wrapped her arms around her knees.
A brown and grey speckled lark flew down and set it self on a branch just beside her and little smile flickered on her face. Holding out her hand it jumped over and she gently stroke over its head before she set it on the branch again. She took out a small paper and started to write on it. Just a few words, he would understand. She attached it to the bird’s leg and whispered a few words to it in her mother tongue. It watched her for a few seconds before it broke the tree and set of into the dark night.
highlander211
25-06-2008, 21:57
The Old Guest House had seen nothing like it for some time. The door burst open and three grim faced figures stalked in, turning every head as they did so. The tales were told over ales all over Minas Tirith for weeks after..”Two elves....and female too..you should have seen ‘em mate..one radiant an’ stunning like…but ‘ard as nails looking…you know? And the other…flightly and fidgety but moved so…graceful like…and the bloke…hells lucky sod, two elves and just ‘im…don’t be daft lad, them’s don’t go fer all that….wouldn’t ave messed with im neither mind…didya see ‘em mind…they;d bin figtin’…aye, guard said..orcs like…in forest…”
And so the babble went, the objects of the attention not really caring what they had started. The road from Edoras had been quiet enough, too quiet for Lance and Canith’s eternally scanning eyes. Damas had said little that they did not know, reports of large, well organised Uruks, but they had a duty to escort Ama’lian back to Minas Tirith, and so they rode on, watchfully but swiftly as the Beacon Hills of Gondor passed by to their right. Not ten leagues short of Minas Tirith were they ambushed. A few bolts from a hilltop at first, but that served to draw them towards the Druadan Forest, from which came almost two dozen orcs, strong tough ones from Mordor they were, and among them great hulking black Uruks. Blades flashed and bows sang, and they pressed into the forest to clear what they could. Battered and exhausted they covered the final distance to Minas Tirith, Lance making a detailed report to the Guard Captain before he joined Amy and Canith in the Guest House.
The three of them sat down heavily, a mixture of black and red blood splattered over them. A quick order to Norik and a bottle of wine was placed in front of each. Canith leaned back in her seat, exhaled deeply and stared at the ceiling for a while. She unfastened two empty quivers, letting them drop to the floor, while Amy wiped some blood splashes with her cloak. The three sat in silence for some time, Lance pouring each a full glass of wine. Canith glanced towards Amy, feeling her eyes on her, staring at her hands. Lance grinned, breaking the tension, and Canith sat determinedly on her hands, knowing what was going through Amy’s mind. “Let me see your nails Canith”, she said in a quietly determined tone. Lance suppressed a grin, while Canith reluctantly reached out for her wine glass.
“Put them on the table so I can see them” Amy continued, and Canith reluctantly did as she was asked, placing two sets of bitten filthy fingernails on the table with a blush “I need to clean them” she ventured quietly. Lance looked casually around the bar. “You know,” continued Amy, “Lance’s mother taught me something” and she bent down to rummage through her bags, picking out a jar and placing it on the table. She reached over and grabbed one of Canith’s hands, continuing to talk as she did so. Canith sighed with resignation, too tired to argue and watching Amy with a mixture of curiosity and awe, knowing what she did about her. “Biting nails is a bad habit, “ continued Amy firmly, scooping some mustard from the jar and coating the end of Canith’s fingers with it, “ and if I am to see you as my family, I will look after you as one.” Lance took a long sip from his glass and gave Canith an apologetic glance over the top of his glass. “This will keep you from biting them..so let me have the other hand”.
Canith watched her with mouth open, and offered her other hand over with a quiet mumble about already having a mother. “Then you are doubly blessed,” Amy continued while applying mustard to the other hand, “I will be your sister, and I want my sister looking good. And I hope you would see me as one, since sisters are rare” She stopped to admire her handiwork, Lance by this point having broken into a broad grin. Canith sat, torn between wanting to hit Amy or hug her, and stared at her hands. “Taste them” Amy commanded, and Canith gently licked one finger, not quite believing she was doing it and wondering just why she did as Amy asked so meekly when all her life she had fought against instruction and expectation. She coughed violently as her throat exploded and she reached desperately for the glass of wine, emptying it in one swift gulp.
Lance looked at her with sympathy, but she was too tied up in her own coughing fit to notice him. Or to notice Aerendur join them, as the Gondorian watched with bemusement. “I could get to like that” Canith spluttered, out of some false bravado, then dissolved in a fit of giggles at Amy, which did not enlighten Aerendur in any way. “At least now I can say I have lived long enough to meet a hot elf” Lance joked with a wink. “It will stick even if you wash it Canith, “ Amy said. “I rather supposed it would,” she muttered in reply, “But in any case, I have more,” and she gave Canith a warm smile, which was returned, before Canith’s smile slipped and she gave Amy a quick sad glance. “If only you knew Amy, “she thought, “You may cure the habit but the cause of it remains” and her mind drifted to the Noldor mystic whose mind was torn, the strange dark creature that held him to ransom and all the loss she had known in the Greenwood. She smiled again, and turned her attention to Aerendur and his escapades in the Greenwood, glad for the focus to be off her again. Night fell on the White City, the humans drifted to sleep, and the two elves sat through the night, with much to be said.
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