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[forgerxofxfate]

''I have known neither living, nor loving, until this night. I will know them never again without you.’'

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However briefly, he glances away from his beautiful bride––his wife––and to the curtained window where light has begun to peek through, a soft smile coaxed from him as he looks to her once more. 

“I believe that you mean last night,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I suppose that we lost track of the time, though… I cannot imagine how that would have happened.” 

Then his expression becomes serious once more, though his smile remains.

“Certainly you must know that my heart beats for you. Only for you. There is no other for me. In truth, I… I think that I was returned… so that I would find you, for my life did not truly begin until I did and my heart was still in those Halls until it was called forth by yours… lestarya…”

[channelinglightning-archive]

you should be proud of yourself.

"How can I be proud when everything I do... I can't be proud of something people fear."

[allxthatxisxlost]

The new young queen was grey of face, her jaw gritted from pain as she knelt there in the increasingly heavy snow, but she reacted with surprise and joy when first she saw the strange being appear. "You...you are beautiful," she whispered, forcing her eyes to focus through the black spots invading her vision, leftover from exertion. "I have met a God before, but he wasn't like you. What's your name?" She was gazing at him with innocent awe.

It is not often that grim Mandos has found himself speechless, absolutely dumbstruck… and yet… Here he is, staring at this flickering light, wide-eyed and silent.

What had she said? Though his ears had heard her words, though he understands them, still they seem foreign to his ears. Still he almost cannot believe that he had heard them.

‘ You are beautiful. ’

When had any ever called him that? When had any deemed the Judge of the Dead to be beautiful? When had he been anything but reverently feared? When had any given him any thought beyond whose duty it is to judge their souls?

He would almost think it naïveté but then, as she continues to speak, he realizes that she must indeed know, at least well enough, his nature. 

And yet, then she would ask his name, she would continue to stare at him with such awe and wonder, such innocence.

Is this what Oromë had felt? To be looked upon so?

But, her stare––somehow both focused and unfocused––reminds him that she has asked a question of him, and already he has remained too silent for too long.

With only a moment more of hesitation, he draws closer to her, and then he lowers himself to one knee that he would not tower over her though even still she seems so tiny, so fragile…

So very mortal…

“I have many names, Child, but most have named me ‘Mandos’… Who are you?”

[bitterxrain]

“ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ” Arelion.

Classic Literature Sentence Starters

@ofclvcnquccns { Arelion }

“No matter what it may or may not be, it has seldom gained me any friends.”

It is an oddly vulnerable moment from the young ellon who always tries to seem so mature, so put together, so above everything. And then he ruefully looks around them to a corner where a small group is snickering, eyes occasionally darting to the two of them, the object of their merriment quite evident.

“Although the supposed truth of my own past has given no shortage of amusement to more than a few.”

[bitterxrain]

I heard you once got your arse handed to you and ran through the woods naked. Bit embarrassing! Is that true?

Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they’ll confirm or deny it.

The rather ignominious events surrounding his death are not a secret. They are not even quiet, instead having been passed from those who had been present at the time, on to others and then to others and then to still more, and now it is very likely immortalized in tomes of Elven history, if not also in songs––though he has not yet heard any. Small miracles.

So if this stranger thinks that sharp-tongued Saeros will burst into tears in front of him, or blush and tremble and stammer, he is so very terribly mistaken. 

“How reassuring to know that your ears work when clearly either your wits are so sorely lacking that you had not the sense to consider that you might consult a text first, or your eyes are what are faulty that you could not read the text. If the latter, I offer my most sincere apologies; if the former, my condolences. Thought––it seems––is not a skill that everyone manages to develop.”

“Now, I have work to which I must attend, and I believe you have the tattered remnants of your dignity to pick up from the floor, thus it seems we are both far too preoccupied to continue this conversation. You will excuse me.”

And with that, Saeros takes up his books and his scrolls and retreats to his room, locking the door behind him, dropping everything in his arms onto his desk, and then going to lie down on his bed in the dark, suddenly not of the mood to see much of anything done…

There is another, however, who had witnessed the exchange and, his usually happy heart saddened by what he had seen––perhaps even feeling some guilt for it––he goes and seeks out the Queen of the Other Realm.

“Ahm… Your Majesty… ?” he starts when at last he finds her. 

For once seeming rather sheepish, the minstrel rubs his neck and avoids looking at her for a long moment before at last tearing his gaze from the floor.

“Might you spare me a word? It’s… It’s about Saeros…”

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