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Riania, upon arrival, had been immediately taken to her old chambers, for the journey had weakened her a great deal, and she needed rest. Thranduil left her be, despite his vow, because he trusted Rivendell much more than his own land. Creiour had been left in charge for only a short while whilst the King was away, and now the relief of relaxation flooded over the Royal. Taking quick, lively steps, he made his way to Miroros's rooms. Although the last time he had been there was long ago, Thranduil still remembered this place like it had only been yesterday.. Like it had only been yesters' morn that he had spoken with Riania's cousin in hopes that he would find out why she would not marry him, like only 24 hours ago he had asked her to wed him.
That had been the happiest day of his life-so far.
The door seemed to loom before him as Thranduil stood shakily outside in the corridor. Miroros was waiting, he could sense it, but what should he say? There were so many things that seemed to plague him these days, and he couldn't bring his mind to what he should first say. "Hello Miroros, long time no see! And guess what? I want to dump all of my problems on YOU." Was THAT what he was supposed to say? Of course not! His cousin-in- law was a cripple, had enough to worry about without a King's problems. But that is why he had come here..wasn't it?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Thranduil lightly tapped the door, softly but loud enough for whomever was in the room to hear. A raspy, strained voice managed to call, "Come in." As he pushed open the large, oaken doors (which now, amazingly, seemed a little faded from the last time he had been there), the same croaked voice uttered, "Hello Sriosno." He had used his old name. No one save Riania sometimes used that name anymore.
Thranduil now stood slightly shaken in the midst of Miroros's gaze. His cousin's heavy, wary eyes looked him over, warm and friendly despite the pain he must be experiencing. No change had come over him. His skin was still mutilated, his body slightly misshapen, his hair dead.
"Greetings Miroros," Thranduil vocalized as family-like as he could manage, embarrassed for he showed great emotion at this meeting. "How do you fare?"
"Worse, I'm afraid," coughed the Elf, having a very quick but painful sezier. "And..and you?"
"Well enough," he replied. Their eyes met and locked, and Tharnduil knew Miroros was looking into him, deep into his thoughts. After much effort he managed to tear his gaze away, but not soon enough.
"I see trouble seething through your mind, but what about? I know of the incident of my cousin, but this must be different, if not including that action. What, pray tell, may it be?" Miroros looked concerned, his somewhat normal eye creasing with worry. Thranduil could not do this, not give him his troubles.. But he couldn't stop himself even if he tried.
Thranduil began to pour out his soul, his deepest secrets of threat, everything. And Miroros listened carefully and without interrupting.
After all that could be said was told, Thranduil took a breath. His cousin managed a crooked smile. "So my sister is to have a child soon," breathed Miroros, and for some odd reason he seemed more relaxed, less tense, in less pain. He seemed to have healed quite a bit. "What wonderful news. About the dragon, I can only tell you that he *will* return, despite what you do to prevent it. Nothing can stop him with the malice he has at this very moment-aimed at Riania." Thranduil shook his head in disbelief, but he had known it in his heart all along. The dragon would be back, and it could not die until it had gotten its revenge.
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Riania had been in a peaceful slumber for some time, but finally she woke. Sunlight streamed through all of her windows, and a lump caught in her throat. He old home, how wonderful it was to be in home sweet home. But it wasn't, Mirkwood was, hers and Thranduil's home was not here, no matter how her heart had longed for this beauty. Mirkwood was more gloomy, it could never replace this..this serenity she felt just now.
Unsteadily she stood, nearly limping to the window. Gazing out upon the lands of Rivendell, a single crystal tear slid down her fair-skinned cheek. No amount of willpower could have stopped it-it needed to be done. But Riania vowed to herself that that would be the last tear she would shed for her lost home.
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Riania, upon arrival, had been immediately taken to her old chambers, for the journey had weakened her a great deal, and she needed rest. Thranduil left her be, despite his vow, because he trusted Rivendell much more than his own land. Creiour had been left in charge for only a short while whilst the King was away, and now the relief of relaxation flooded over the Royal. Taking quick, lively steps, he made his way to Miroros's rooms. Although the last time he had been there was long ago, Thranduil still remembered this place like it had only been yesterday.. Like it had only been yesters' morn that he had spoken with Riania's cousin in hopes that he would find out why she would not marry him, like only 24 hours ago he had asked her to wed him.
That had been the happiest day of his life-so far.
The door seemed to loom before him as Thranduil stood shakily outside in the corridor. Miroros was waiting, he could sense it, but what should he say? There were so many things that seemed to plague him these days, and he couldn't bring his mind to what he should first say. "Hello Miroros, long time no see! And guess what? I want to dump all of my problems on YOU." Was THAT what he was supposed to say? Of course not! His cousin-in- law was a cripple, had enough to worry about without a King's problems. But that is why he had come here..wasn't it?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Thranduil lightly tapped the door, softly but loud enough for whomever was in the room to hear. A raspy, strained voice managed to call, "Come in." As he pushed open the large, oaken doors (which now, amazingly, seemed a little faded from the last time he had been there), the same croaked voice uttered, "Hello Sriosno." He had used his old name. No one save Riania sometimes used that name anymore.
Thranduil now stood slightly shaken in the midst of Miroros's gaze. His cousin's heavy, wary eyes looked him over, warm and friendly despite the pain he must be experiencing. No change had come over him. His skin was still mutilated, his body slightly misshapen, his hair dead.
"Greetings Miroros," Thranduil vocalized as family-like as he could manage, embarrassed for he showed great emotion at this meeting. "How do you fare?"
"Worse, I'm afraid," coughed the Elf, having a very quick but painful sezier. "And..and you?"
"Well enough," he replied. Their eyes met and locked, and Tharnduil knew Miroros was looking into him, deep into his thoughts. After much effort he managed to tear his gaze away, but not soon enough.
"I see trouble seething through your mind, but what about? I know of the incident of my cousin, but this must be different, if not including that action. What, pray tell, may it be?" Miroros looked concerned, his somewhat normal eye creasing with worry. Thranduil could not do this, not give him his troubles.. But he couldn't stop himself even if he tried.
Thranduil began to pour out his soul, his deepest secrets of threat, everything. And Miroros listened carefully and without interrupting.
After all that could be said was told, Thranduil took a breath. His cousin managed a crooked smile. "So my sister is to have a child soon," breathed Miroros, and for some odd reason he seemed more relaxed, less tense, in less pain. He seemed to have healed quite a bit. "What wonderful news. About the dragon, I can only tell you that he *will* return, despite what you do to prevent it. Nothing can stop him with the malice he has at this very moment-aimed at Riania." Thranduil shook his head in disbelief, but he had known it in his heart all along. The dragon would be back, and it could not die until it had gotten its revenge.
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Riania had been in a peaceful slumber for some time, but finally she woke. Sunlight streamed through all of her windows, and a lump caught in her throat. He old home, how wonderful it was to be in home sweet home. But it wasn't, Mirkwood was, hers and Thranduil's home was not here, no matter how her heart had longed for this beauty. Mirkwood was more gloomy, it could never replace this..this serenity she felt just now.
Unsteadily she stood, nearly limping to the window. Gazing out upon the lands of Rivendell, a single crystal tear slid down her fair-skinned cheek. No amount of willpower could have stopped it-it needed to be done. But Riania vowed to herself that that would be the last tear she would shed for her lost home.
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