"A merman... how did you get here, so far from Ulmo's seas?" (valaofthedead)
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“W-Why do you know what I am? ...No one here on the Dry Lands does..!”He backed away slowly and almost stumbled -- he was not used to have legs.
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"A merman... how did you get here, so far from Ulmo's seas?" (valaofthedead)
@valaofthedead
“W-Why do you know what I am? ...No one here on the Dry Lands does..!”He backed away slowly and almost stumbled -- he was not used to have legs.
The Halls of Mandos | CLOSED ~ valaofthedead
valaofthedead:
Mandos tended to his lanterns. The butterflies inside of them fluttered to and fro.
Then he turned and saw a young woman wandering around his Halls. He moved over to the main hall and greeted quietly, “Welcome to my Halls.”
⊰ ❈ ⊱ — Pain, sorrow, grief, suffering. Many dark, painful feelings were mercilessly building up in the pit of her stomach as she walked along the majestic Halls she found herself in.
All she could remember was that her condition had worsened suddenly, unexpectedly. Her twin brother and Lord Elrond seemed to be both deadly worried this time, and the healer worked hard and tirelessly to help her... but apparently nothing seemed to be of any help. She drew her last breath within short time, and there she was. Alone. Lost. Scared. Grieving.
Her heart ached, and as she reached the center of the Hall, a voice spoke, welcoming her.
❝ ...am I-- am I dead? ❞