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Warning (?): Contains more drinking
CHAPTER 09 – Oceans. (Niennor)
The Warlock looked at him with sympathy; 'Poor child…' "I see… I'm sorry to hear…" she only said, not pushing it, and conjured another drink for him. "My name is Niennor." She added, lowering her hood. He looked up at her, recognition flashing in his eyes "Why… Why would you choose such a sad name?" Even when he was dying inside, he couldn't help feeling distressed for the girl who reminded him of his sister, looking so young and beautiful.
Hearing those words from someone so evidently broken, warmed her heart. 'Such a kind child…' She only raised an eyebrow questioningly though, hiding her true emotions, and said, "I thought Shadowhunters didn't read literature…" "Mag-" said Alec automatically, but blanched and bit his lip so hard he drew blood, as another wave of pain hit him. He breathed deeply and fought to continue. "I mean… No… I… I've read it…" She looked at him sadly, "Well, to answer your question, it seemed appropriate at the time…" She trailed off . "But nevermind that now! Have a seat." Niennor smiled, handing him the glass. The Shadowhunter was already swaying, looking like he'd collapse soon, but then remembered. "I'm… Alec." he said as a late response. He looked to his right, where stood a throne-like chair, which like most things in the room, was made of velvet, albeit, black with golden decorations, not red. He gratefully collapsed on it and took the drink she offered.
"Alec… Short for Alexander?" he gasped "No! I… I mean yes, but don't call me that…" he said in a strained voice, downing his drink in one go.
"Easy, kiddo… That's not too good for you…" He raised an eyebrow at the term. She looked younger than him.
Alec laughed dryly "What does it matter?" The Warlock frowned, but instead of answering, quoted the next sentence of the song currently playing, (translating it, since it wasn't in English.)
"A glass of Death I'll drink tonight to get drunk… And on a road not treaded I'll come look for you…"
"What?" he asked shocked "It's nothing… Just an old song from back home." she smiled, and with a swing of her wrist refilled his glass with something lighter.
He took a sip and in a pained voice, thick with unshed tears, cited another verse.
"I will love you, don't be sad… Like a sin and like a feast… Learn how to read inside my eyes, all that in words I could not speak…"
"Ah… Full of surprises, aren't you?" she smirked "How did you know that?" "He…" Alec choked out, his voice cracking, "Used to sing that song to me…" 'Could it be?' she thought, but kept her tongue. She happened to know a Warlock who loved that song, as she also happened to be the one who had taught it to him. From the first time he heard it, there was something in it that reminded him of their curse, immortality. And he took to singing it when he got sad pondering his (inevitably) lonely future. But she couldn't ask the boy if he was talking about him. "I see…" she only said, and to avoid the awkward silence that was sure to follow, asked instead, "So, what do you need from me?"
MAGNUS
Meanwhile said Warlock, was listening intently too, to that song which always made him want to cry…
"A glass of Death I'll drink tonight to get drunk… Tell me how can I face the endless summers by myself…?"
…but at the same time, it enchanted him, making him crave to hear more.
"Oceans… Inside your eyes, endless oceans…"
This time crying won though, with every lyric reminding him of Alec who no longer was his', and he fell back to his previous routine of ineffectively trying to ignore the music, and drink his pain away, while weeping bitter tears…
ALEC
"I need two things… First, I want to know how I can become immune to tracking spells… Can it be done?" Niennor smiled again, struggling to lighten the mood, and teased, "Why, are you some kind of criminal?" "Yeah… The worst kind…" Alec just replied looking down at the table, not really seeing it. 'You're no fun' she thought, letting it go, and went on. "It can be done easily. Second?" The kid looked up, a flicker of hope appearing in his eyes for the first time. "I… I want everyone who ever knew me to forget about me…" "What?! Why would you want that?" Niennor exclaimed in disbelief "It doesn't matter…" he muttered, pulling his knees up, hugging them against his chest.
He sipped at his drink, waiting for the Warlock's answer as the song "What if the storm ends" was coming to an end.
MAGNUS (same location/time)
Magnus suddenly looked up, a fresh worry gnawing at his heart, caused by the ominous lyrics of the latest song. 'What if I never see him again?' he cringed in despair as the song ended, but his torture only continued, with the next one. "Nuclear." Suddenly he felt scared. Could he really go on without him? Did Alec really not love him? What if he did? What if he did something stupid? What if he really needed him? "My Angel…"Never-ending tears falling from his cat eyes "No… Not mine… Not mine anymore… And it's my fault… All my fault…" he amended, muttering in a broken whisper, burying his face in his hands as he allowed a fresh bout of sobs to wrack his body.
ALEC
His Angel, (who would always be his' no matter what happened, or what the Warlock believed,) sighed in exasperation as the next song came up. Tomorrow will be kinder.
"Angel…" "That's a nice song, isn't it?" said the girl exploiting the chance to change the subject. "I think it's stupid…" he answered before he could help himself, and then whispered, so low, she barely heard him "The only thing ahead is Darkness…" However, realising he was being rude, he amended "I'm sorry, It's obvious that this mundane has never felt real pain though…" "And you have?" "Not for much longer if I can help it…" The girl raised an eyebrow but said nothing and they sat in silence for a while just sipping at their drinks. "So? Can it be done?" asked Alec finally. "I'm sorry… It can't… Not by me at least… I'm not strong enough…" The boy seemed both relieved and disappointed, but mostly, broken. A thought seemed to cross the young Shadowhunter's mind, and he opened his mouth to speak, but reconsidered. He knew he wouldn't like the answer to his question. "Maybe…" Niennor started "No!" Interrupted Alec, panicking. "Don't say it! Please…"
'Don't tell me to ask someone more powerful for help…'
"It's okay, nevermind. Just the tracking will do, What do you want me to give you?"
The girl smiled wickedly, looking like a fallen angel, and simply said…
"Your soul."
I hope you can forgive me, but the next one may be a little late… Meanwhile, you can Pm me to send you the original version to read too! (And maybe, if you do, I'll send you the next one's too… If you want. ;P) {Also, I am aware the music is a little (a lot) diverse, but… I have no excuse actually, sorry! All songs have one thing in common though! Some form of heartbreak xD}
More Disclaimers: The quoted song's lyrics are a loose translation of the song "Thalasses" (meaning seas/oceans) by Dimitris Mitropanos. Since those weren't the original lyrics, I believe it's okay to include them.
The original name,"Niënor", (derived from J.R.R. Tolkien's Beloved Middle-Earth Universe) means "Mourning" in Sindarin.
More accurately, she is depicted in the story "Narn i Chîn Húrin", told in full in "The Children of Húrin"book, and briefly in "The Silmarillion". It is an amazing, epic tale {Like all of Tolkien's works} and I recommend it whole-heartedly! {Though, be warned, it is nota happy one…}