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b2memB2MeM Challenge: E: Escape, Day 5, "Long they dwelt in their first home by the water under stars..."
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Characters: Rushirithir, certain pesky, lovable elf :P
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Summary: Rushy continues his stay with Nienna, and has a conversation with an unexpected visitor so they can both begin to find closure.
Escape
“They will think we had a very strong magic to pass through all those locked doors and disappear.”
“Long they dwelt in their first home by the water under stars, and they walked the Earth in wonder; and they began to make speech and to give names to all things that they perceived. Themselves they named the Quendi, signifying those that speak with voices; for as yet they had met no other living things that spoke or sang.”
When Rushirithir returned to Nienna's, it was to find his usual chamber occupied. A second bed had been moved into it, and an Elf was seated on it. An actual Elf, Rushirithir could tell this time - no Maia was he. Rushirithir studied the Elf carefully. Blond hair, blue eyes. A Vanya perhaps? No, his hair was silvered - A Sinda, likely. He was sure he had seen him somewhere before, though he couldn't think of where.
"Fair day, Rushirithir of the Maiar," the Elf greeted him. "You look well. Certainly more presentable than our last meeting." Something dark and fell flashed in the Elf's eyes for a moment and Rushirithir frowned.
"Our last...I am afraid I do not quite..." Rushirithir began slowly. The Elf's slender brows rose, and when he spoke his voice was cold.
"You killed one dear to me, and to my companions," the Elf said quietly. "You killed Mithrandir."
Rushirithir's insides clenched, his stomach twisting into a knot. That was the trouble with being Incarnate, he thought. All these uncomfortable bodily feelings and functions. He forced himself to meet the Elf's eyes.
"Olorin lives," he said. "Olorin, my brother, yet lives. Surely you know this."
"He was returned to us some time later," the Elf acknowledged. "Still, it does not undo what was done to him."
No. Of course not. Atar had forgiven him, some of his brethren had, but there would always be someone, Rushirithir thought, beginning to despair.
"Atar forgave me," Rushirithir protested.
"Why?"
"Why did Atar forgive me?" Rushirithir blinked at the Elf's question.
"No. Far be it from me to gainsay the One," the Elf remarked. "I meant, why did you do it?"
Rushirithir would like nothing better than to run, to escape from this bothersome Elf with his bothersome questions. But something held him still, something kept him from fleeing, and he forced himself to meet those beguiling blue eyes, finding not condemnation now, but honest curiousity.
A thousand answers flew through his head. Melkor made me. I was young and stupid. I didn't know any better. Olorin made me do it. You lot interrupted my slumber - anyone would be cross.
The answer that actually came out of his mouth surprised both Maia and Elf.
"I was...arrogant," Rushirithir admitted. "I wanted to prove I was better than Olorin."
Rushirithir blushed in shame, realising he only spoke truth.
"Better than Mithrandir?" the Elf asked. "Well, killing him seems to be a foolish way to go about it."
Rushirithir cringed. "I was foolish," he said quietly, eyes downcast. "I thought I could be better than my brother. But in the end, I failed him."
"It seems to me you failed yourself more than Mithrandir," the Elf said perceptively, and Rushirithir curled into himself, shame washing over him. "Do me a favour and stop cringing, Rushirithir. You are better than that," he continued, and the Maia straightened, dashing away hot tears with his hand.
"Forgive me," Rushirithir whispered.
The Elf inclined his head slightly. "I, like Mithrandir, am a younger brother. If my brother had killed me just to make a point, I doubt me that our father would have forgiven him so easily. Eru has far more patience than my father, for certain."
Rushirithir couldn't help it - the absurdity of the Elf's comment startled a laugh out of him, and the Elf smiled in return.
"Promise me you will take the lessons the Belain can teach you to heart, Rushirithir. I see you have changed. Perhaps Mithrandir will come to you soon. But as for me, I think we both needed this." He got up and smoothed down his forest-green tunic. As he turned to leave, he paused and placed a green arrow on the bed.
"If ever the Elves can do you a service, Rushirithir of the Maiar, with this arrow the word of Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Eryn Galen in Doriath 'Wain, will be made good. I trust our next meeting will be more amicable than the last."
Rushirithir nodded quietly. "I thank you, Legolas Thranduilion, for your forgiveness and offer of service. I will do my best not to impose on you except at need."
With that, Legolas changed his path. Vaulting out of Rushirithir's window into a nearby tree, he was gone.
Rushirithir lay down on his bed, and before Acairis came up to claim her bed he was asleep and walking the Path of Dreams into Ages past. Above him the stars sang a song of welcome, and he saw for the first time, the wonderment of those long-ago First Children as Eru welcomed them.
The things one missed when asleep and hibernating in a star core...
Format: ficlet
Genre:
Rating:
Warnings:
Characters: Rushirithir, certain pesky, lovable elf :P
Pairings:
Summary: Rushy continues his stay with Nienna, and has a conversation with an unexpected visitor so they can both begin to find closure.
Escape
“They will think we had a very strong magic to pass through all those locked doors and disappear.”
“Long they dwelt in their first home by the water under stars, and they walked the Earth in wonder; and they began to make speech and to give names to all things that they perceived. Themselves they named the Quendi, signifying those that speak with voices; for as yet they had met no other living things that spoke or sang.”
When Rushirithir returned to Nienna's, it was to find his usual chamber occupied. A second bed had been moved into it, and an Elf was seated on it. An actual Elf, Rushirithir could tell this time - no Maia was he. Rushirithir studied the Elf carefully. Blond hair, blue eyes. A Vanya perhaps? No, his hair was silvered - A Sinda, likely. He was sure he had seen him somewhere before, though he couldn't think of where.
"Fair day, Rushirithir of the Maiar," the Elf greeted him. "You look well. Certainly more presentable than our last meeting." Something dark and fell flashed in the Elf's eyes for a moment and Rushirithir frowned.
"Our last...I am afraid I do not quite..." Rushirithir began slowly. The Elf's slender brows rose, and when he spoke his voice was cold.
"You killed one dear to me, and to my companions," the Elf said quietly. "You killed Mithrandir."
Rushirithir's insides clenched, his stomach twisting into a knot. That was the trouble with being Incarnate, he thought. All these uncomfortable bodily feelings and functions. He forced himself to meet the Elf's eyes.
"Olorin lives," he said. "Olorin, my brother, yet lives. Surely you know this."
"He was returned to us some time later," the Elf acknowledged. "Still, it does not undo what was done to him."
No. Of course not. Atar had forgiven him, some of his brethren had, but there would always be someone, Rushirithir thought, beginning to despair.
"Atar forgave me," Rushirithir protested.
"Why?"
"Why did Atar forgive me?" Rushirithir blinked at the Elf's question.
"No. Far be it from me to gainsay the One," the Elf remarked. "I meant, why did you do it?"
Rushirithir would like nothing better than to run, to escape from this bothersome Elf with his bothersome questions. But something held him still, something kept him from fleeing, and he forced himself to meet those beguiling blue eyes, finding not condemnation now, but honest curiousity.
A thousand answers flew through his head. Melkor made me. I was young and stupid. I didn't know any better. Olorin made me do it. You lot interrupted my slumber - anyone would be cross.
The answer that actually came out of his mouth surprised both Maia and Elf.
"I was...arrogant," Rushirithir admitted. "I wanted to prove I was better than Olorin."
Rushirithir blushed in shame, realising he only spoke truth.
"Better than Mithrandir?" the Elf asked. "Well, killing him seems to be a foolish way to go about it."
Rushirithir cringed. "I was foolish," he said quietly, eyes downcast. "I thought I could be better than my brother. But in the end, I failed him."
"It seems to me you failed yourself more than Mithrandir," the Elf said perceptively, and Rushirithir curled into himself, shame washing over him. "Do me a favour and stop cringing, Rushirithir. You are better than that," he continued, and the Maia straightened, dashing away hot tears with his hand.
"Forgive me," Rushirithir whispered.
The Elf inclined his head slightly. "I, like Mithrandir, am a younger brother. If my brother had killed me just to make a point, I doubt me that our father would have forgiven him so easily. Eru has far more patience than my father, for certain."
Rushirithir couldn't help it - the absurdity of the Elf's comment startled a laugh out of him, and the Elf smiled in return.
"Promise me you will take the lessons the Belain can teach you to heart, Rushirithir. I see you have changed. Perhaps Mithrandir will come to you soon. But as for me, I think we both needed this." He got up and smoothed down his forest-green tunic. As he turned to leave, he paused and placed a green arrow on the bed.
"If ever the Elves can do you a service, Rushirithir of the Maiar, with this arrow the word of Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Eryn Galen in Doriath 'Wain, will be made good. I trust our next meeting will be more amicable than the last."
Rushirithir nodded quietly. "I thank you, Legolas Thranduilion, for your forgiveness and offer of service. I will do my best not to impose on you except at need."
With that, Legolas changed his path. Vaulting out of Rushirithir's window into a nearby tree, he was gone.
Rushirithir lay down on his bed, and before Acairis came up to claim her bed he was asleep and walking the Path of Dreams into Ages past. Above him the stars sang a song of welcome, and he saw for the first time, the wonderment of those long-ago First Children as Eru welcomed them.
The things one missed when asleep and hibernating in a star core...
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Date: 2013-03-05 10:17 pm (UTC)Kaylee Arafinwiel