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eachdraidh2015-02-18 04:10 am
rangerandking) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-18 04:10 am
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{Text: Locked to Seelie Court | He's Using Faramir's Locket}
I have lost my Locket and I wish to replace it with another communication's device. {Lost, yes. That's easier to say than "it was taken from me because I died".} I would be most grateful for some guidance. I will pay what price you set, though if it requires physical strength, it will have to wait until I am healed.
I thank you for your consideration and I wish you well,
Aragorn II Elessar
{Additional Info: The Locket is being held by one of the Elves (Arwen?) for him, which is how he is able to use it.}
I thank you for your consideration and I wish you well,
Aragorn II Elessar
{Additional Info: The Locket is being held by one of the Elves (Arwen?) for him, which is how he is able to use it.}
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They honor alliances made with the ancestors of their people? They do not forget, and take without thought to those who occupy the lands they decide are free to seize and despoil?
[ Yes, that is bitterness lacing his tone. ]
Though, I confess, my own people did little to prevent the loss of memory, kept only as children's tales and legends now. They are content to be forgotten.
[ He shakes his head. Balor's greatest mistake and it might cost them everything. ]
The vow is not necessary. Thranduil thought highly enough to include you in his will. Should I fall, it is your hands to whom our people here shall turn for protection.
[ Can Aragorn put the welfare of an entire race before his own? Nuada hopes so, the elvenking must have had a reason to trust him so implicitly. ]
Do you have any questions?
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They do not; they have been blessed with honorable rulers that only sought to keep the peace of their people and lands.
{Not all Men are like that - and Denethor was different - but he is proud of the majority of them.}
Why did your people abandon hope? {His brow furrows and he nods without a single pause.} By your side or on my own, I will do what is best for Elven-kind in the Drabwurld.
{As for questions...}
What is your world like?
perma-action; also tl;dr
Then I envy your world and those who live in it.
[ But only a little. He's long since given up the hope of peaceful coexistence. A servant arrives with food and drink, interrupting the conversation just long enough to set up a small table near Aragorn's bedside so he does not have to reach far. Nuada waits until things are settled, and the servant departed, before speaking again. ]
There was a great war between my kind and humanity ... no, perhaps I should start at the beginning.
It is said, that, at the dawn of time, all the magical races lived in harmony under the branches of the world tree. When the mortals first appeared; they, too, lived side by side with us. But they are flawed. Born with holes in their hearts and souls, holes that can never be filled.
They began to fear and hate us, took up weapons to slaughter my people, and claim our lands and possessions for their own. We lost so many in those early battles. They were like children, how could we have known? [ A shake of his head, to dispel the images. ] The sons and daughters of the Earth are Her caretakers. We should fear no one.
We fought back. A great weapon was eventually devised: an army that could not be stopped and I begged my father to commission it. I hated the humans by then, wanted to see their blood soak the ground instead of ours. And it did, once the army was forged and awoken.
[ Golden eyes remain steady on Aragorn's. ]
They were nearly wiped out of existence. But then my father took pity on those who survived, and proposed a truce. They would keep to their cities, and we would hold the Wild, and the treaty would be upheld by their sons, and the sons of their sons, until the end of time. They agreed.
[ His mouth twists into something not quite a smile. Harder, less warmth. ]
I was ... furious, told him the mortals could not be trusted, but -- but he was the high king and his word law. I went into exile after the treaty was signed. Left my sister, my home.
In the end, I was right. For over two thousand years, they took the majority of our lands, and our lives. They foul the earth, destroy the forests and the seas for greed, because they want more. Always more. Humans are killing our world, and I cannot sit by any longer and watch my kind exterminated, with my hands tied by a truce that should have never been made.
I will not.
[ He's not nice, Ranger. He's the bad guy.
Or elf Geronimo]love the tl;dr <3
You have my sympathy. {He takes a generous sip of water, grateful for the cool rush down his battered throat. As Nuada speaks, he sets the glass down and rests a hand on the Elf's shoulder, expression solemn.}
No one suspects that their neighbors will betray them. I can understand your hatred. {Though his tone clearly says he doesn't approve of giving into said hatred. It is a dangerous emotion that has sparked many wars.} What was this army comprised of? You said it was a great weapon...
{A strange way to describe living creatures. He tilts his head and sighs, feeling torn. On one hand, he knows why the High King took pity on the mortals, but, on the other...}
He should have created a contingency. Blind trust is dangerous. {Nuada may not be nice; that's okay. Aragorn sees where his anger stems and it is a sad history of hatred and bitterness.}
The memory of Man is short. Many would not remember your cause or your race. {Tragically.} But there might be some... I urge you to seek for them. A path of hatred and revenge can only end with your death. I believe you deserve better.
have moar <3
Nuada comes so very close to spitting it out, denying that he could be someone to be sympathized with, by a human no less, but the sudden presence of a hand on his shoulder thoroughly distracts the sidhe. He tenses beneath it, muscles coiling automatically to strike. Aragorn is a perfect target; he's injured, settled in bed, and no match for the elf king even with a strain of superior breeding running through his veins.
And yet --
the blow never comes. It is stayed, tension dissolving oh-so-slowly from broad shoulders until nothing is left but a smoldering gaze. That, too, is banked after another couple of seconds. He says nothing for a time, just listening to the silence between them. Then, a nod. ]
Thank you.
[ He stalls a moment longer by fetching a glass of water for himself. ]
Magic and mechanics, a labor the goblins excel at. They are immense, beautiful creations of gears and gadgets, self-repairing, unstoppable once awoken; aptly named the Golden Army. Only those of royal birth may command them.
[ So, not exactly 'living', depending on your definition. ]
Yes, he should have. I probably should have, but you do not ... my father's word might as well have been set in stone once he came to a decision. Man's memory may be short, but ours are not. They should have remembered.
[ They had, when he'd surfaced at the auction. Remembered and screamed and died. But Aragorn probably does not want to hear that particular tale. ]
It is their race or the ones I protect. Humans who finally understand the depths of their folly are too few, ignored by thoes who encourage the ravaging of the world for ambition and power. I doubt even Nuala could make them listen now. [ He slants a look at the ranger. ] Why do you believe that? You do not know me, or my ... [ The glass of water is set down so that he can hold up his palms. ] These hands are stained with enough blood to fill a riverbed. You do not know me.