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Faeirex, plus several cameos
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Date Posted: 23:07:56 07/23/02 Tue
And the palace rained the tears which she herself could not shed. It wept where her own eyes were dry, and it wailed where her voice lay silent. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to cry. It was just that she couldn’t any longer. She was numb. A heart of ice, and a face as cold and still as marble. If she were cut, would she even bleed now? She didn’t know.
In the darkest of night, in the most hopeless of situations, every creature, however weak, however hopeless the task, will fight. It is instinct. Every creature wishes to survive.
Faeirex had been fighting for longer than she could remember, yet all she could see were shadows. She could not live in this world of light and happiness. And if that was so, then she would survive without it. She would embrace the dark, and through it she would become stronger.
As the doors to the throne room flew open, a sudden gust of wind caught her hair and dress, blowing them back from her face in streaming ribbons as if she were the figurehead of a ship, heading out to do battle with rough seas.
I didn’t do that.
Sorry sister, I just thought it might look impressive.
At the voice in her head her eyes flickered upwards for just a second, not long enough to be noticed by anyone in the room, but long enough to catch sight of Aralias. So he didn’t even trust her to do this properly.
As she walked forwards slowly, steadily, the room gradually became silent, all eyes turned to the newcomer. When she judged the moment to be right she raised one hand and murmured, “Tampa.”
The rain stopped; the air was full of a tension so thick it threatened to choke those it surrounded. Causing ripples in the shallow water around his feet Aragorn moved towards the vision that had just appeared.
“I take it you are the one responsible for all this.” It was not a question.
“It was necessary.” she said serenely, not even bothering to look at him.
“It was necessary for my throne to sprout into a tree? It was necessary to cause water to fall from my ceilings causing the servants several weeks worth of labour? Forgive me if I do not see the necessity of your situation.”
Still without glancing in his direction, one of her hands made a strange gesture. The water evaporated from the ground and furnishings with such a speed it left thin tendrils of steam in its wake. If she had spoken, the words would probably have been something along the lines of “Happy now?” But she didn’t speak. Silently, she crossed to the tree and laid a caressing hand on its smooth trunk.
“From Valinor, where the blessed dwell.” she whispered. And it seemed she spoke not to them, but to the tree itself. Yet this was not the voice of Lómódë any more. It was older, wiser, yet timeless. Beautiful and distant, and filled with love for the thing before her.
His voice a husky whisper Vomyr mouthed “Who are you?”
Her eyes moved to him briefly.
“Whoever they want me to be.”
She turned back to her tree and laid both hands on its bark now, eyes closed.
“You scared it. It’s young.”
“The tree is scared? If it’s a tree why is it scared?” Aragorn’s voice was slightly harder than normal after his experiences in the dungeon. “Why is it bleeding?”
Still lost in a world which they could not follow her to, she answered dreamily. “It bleeds for all those who have died, and for all those who will. Its blood is shed for you all.”
“What do you mean?” Legolas asked sharply. He moved forwards and reached out a hand to touch her, but the air around her crackled and he drew back quickly.
Faeirex’s eyes opened suddenly and she swang around, coming to a halt just in front of the astounded king, but seemingly unaware of him. She stared piercingly straight through him, leaving him with an uncomfortable feeling, as if she could see his innermost feelings.
“Beware, Elessar Elfstone,” she intoned. “The Dark Lord lives still. He is coming. He is coming, and he will not rest until he has seen you destroyed. His armies will bear down upon your city and upon those you hold dear. Rise up and meet his battle cry, or beg for mercy at his feet. For if you should fall, the free peoples will fall with you.”
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