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This muse was moved!
To be able to better manage my time and give love to my tolkien muses I have decided to move all of them into one, tolkien multimuse blog.
From now on you can find me at: @quentafeanorians
This blog will remain up and untouched, preserving all my writing and memories made here with all of you ❤
Are we are not part of this world? Tell me, Mellon, when did we let evil become stronger than us?
- The most tireless of all the Fellowship -
You will not turn away. Not this time.
“I do not understand… Why would you say that?”
In a great cave some miles within the edge of Mirkwood on its eastern side there lived at this time their greatest king.
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She could not stay.
The walls of Eryn Lasgalen have never felt so constricting, so trapping as they did now and the forest so heavy and dark. Every breath she took was an effort and every hour stretching to infinity with the agonizing pain that clenched her chest. It never eased, it never stopped. Her cheeks would not dry, not properly, wave after wave of tears washing over them even as the days passed.
The king was merciful with her. He did not cast her away and instead, cradled her to his chest like a child and took her home. But she could not stay. Not with the weight of her actions, of her words and not with the memories that haunted her. The king new. She still did not understand why he offered her this kindness, had offered it to her since the day he found her in the forest. But he was not angry with her any more, only sad as if her shattered heart reminded him of his own that has been broken for years.
She knew she had to leave and she knew where to - if they could not help her, heal her in Imladris, there would be no help for her anywhere else in this world. The dreadfulness of that thought made her shiver, wipe her eyes for w hundredth time and yet still the tears trickled, still her heart suffered unbearably.
The hair was an old tradition and she had seen many nandor do it before, grieving their loved ones but as she pulled the knife sharply over the top of her thick braid, she suddenly realised it’s importance. Short strand fell about her face and she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding, hearing nothing but the beating of her own heart. The braid left in her hand suddenly felt alien. Dead. And she understood why this was so significant, why it hurt more and eased the pain at the same time. And for the first time in days... The tears began to dry on her cheeks and it seemed no more were coming.
She only went to see Legolas when she was ready to leave. She wasn’t taking much, just her weapons, a leather backpack with a few necessities. But she had to be ready or else... she wasn’t sure. Would he even try to stop her from going? It felt as if something had changed dramatically between them that day, that horrible day... And she didn’t know any more what to think or feel. She had to leave.
She knocked on his door shakily, sadness and nervousness both clawing at her chest. Would he understand? Would he be mad? Sad? Would he... accept the gift she brought him?
@legolasoflasgalen
"May I?" At last he stepped forward, and took over her comb, smoothening her hair with it. She seemed trouble by her encounter with the wraith. Valar, if Ji had something to do with this, he would have his head. "Are you alright, Tau?"
@legolasoflasgalen
As if woken up from a trance she looked up at him, then smiled and passed him the comb. It’s been a while since he’d done that for her but the memories were fond and his touch welcome.
“I... think I am.” She replied after a moment, watching him brush her hair in the mirror in front of which she sat. “It is just so odd. He’s a wraith... But I haven’t seen amme this happy, this... energetic in a very long time.” She searched for Legolas’ eyes. “How does she... doesn’t mind his aura?” She shook her head lightly. “It’s strange.”
Her hair, once not bound in braids, almost looked like falling fire. Legolas resisted the urge to take over her comb, and just looked at her. "Tauriel? What did you think of him?"
@legolasoflasgalen
“He is...” She began but then paused again, unable to find words. What did she think of the wraith? She wasn’t sure herself yet. Her thoughts circled around him all evening but... There was no conclusion as such, no simple answer. He was dead and he had been a servant of the enemy once. But he wasn’t one any more - if amme trusted that, she knew she should too.
“Well. I’ve only talked with him shortly.” She said finally, running her comb down the strands of her hair. “He didn’t seem to mean harm.”
"Tau. Have you spoken to the wraith?"
@legolasoflasgalen
“Yes.” She said without pausing her task, brushing her hair, once again long now, like a cascade of copper around her shoulders and back. She didn’t look at Legolas, her gaze somewhat distant and she seemed lost in her thoughts.
Tauriel by Rheatheranger
