Just had the busyyyyesst week of the entire year, sleeping at twelve o'clock every night doing work, waking up in the morning looking like a panda… anyway finally have time to do this, just a random scene that pop into my head…
Eye of Newt：next chapter will be longer… No time to do things this week …
Goddess Bless: weird hobo homeless guy! Lol maybe and maybe not… haha
Update, finally! …
An Epoch of Grief
At different time, in a different place, another pair of eyes was also fixed upon the midnight sky. Stunning sapphire eyes gazed upon the unfamiliar stars in the heaven, lose golden locks framed a face so exquisite as if Eru himself decide to make perfection into flesh.
A deep emerald green robe wrapped around the slender torso. Long pale fingers holding the robe close.
The cold winter breeze seems to slow down to gently swirl pass the angelic being, admiring his beauty from afar.
The night was extremely cold; a layer of white snow already covered the ground of this small forest clearing. Snowflakes pilled high on top of bare branches weighting it down. Mostly everything is quiet except the occasional crying of the owls echoing through the empty woods.
There were no foot prints that record anyone's passing on the crisp snow, yet the figure stood in the center of the clearing seemingly lost and weary. Has he been standing there since the snow started, or is he a forest spirit that left no markings of his existence?
Eyes that catches the star lights of the heaven shone with much wisdom and warmth, eyes that have seem so many things, now seems saddened and detached, a distant look in those picturesque orbs.
Tis the night of Christmas, a time for meeting of families and friends, and a time to spent with those you cared most. Yet he feels so very lonely and lost, there is no one he can spend the night with, no one to bring him comfort.
So hard he have tried to return home, to find a way back to the world he loved and cared for, but the goal still seems far out of his reach.
He must get back, back to the friends that he left and the family he abandoned unwillingly.
He pray to the valar everyday to hear his request, to be sent back among his kin, to his mortal friends before their mortality bring them to where he can not follow. But he is not sure that the valars can hear his plea from this strange world, he is not even sure that if he should perish, he'll be able to go to Mando's Hall.
A Chilling thought, that he would never be able to see anyone he know, forever alone in a different universe.
Voldemort, the dark wizard, the one who has the knowledge to bringhim here, he is the one that has to be found. Yet a boy had destroyed him, a boy merely one years of age.
Seeing him from afar, his ludicrous new family treated him with much resentment, I held bitterness toward him at first, yet I could not wrong him for what he was destined to do, and it was not the fault of his that I have not been able to find my answers sooner. However it was enough for me not to interfere in the dreary live of his. Perhaps I am selfish, caring too much for my own, but I am desperate, searching for any other route that I seek to find, fading is not a future that I look forward to. And what can I do to change what is fated to happen, I cannot foresee all the ends in life, perhaps there is a purpose.
It still surprises me that the dark lord would be destroyed so easily, somehow I still feel his evil presence somewhere in this world.
I seek answers, waiting for the day that I am to return, all the same I can not let myself waste away, and I will keep searching and I will prosper in this world. If this is what is meant to be, I may just make the most of it, and leave a marking of my existence.
The snow has long stopped, yet as time passes, clouds again covered the bright moon and stars, still the night was not so dark. White snowflakes once more fell from the sky, and Legolas stood, unaffected and now determined in the forest clearing, ever vigilant, ever hopeful.
Snow kept on falling, glimmer like crystals in the moon light that occasionally shone through the cloud. Glittering, swirling until slowly laying upon the ground, again lifeless.
It snowed harder, flakes like feathers. The form of the slender archer faded into just a shadow among many others…
ya short I know It's just not enough time to do anything this week... next chapter hopfuly will be longer --Diagon Alleymeeting between the Mofly and Legolas this is going to be fun yeye...