Languages:
'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'
"Quenya/Sindarin"
"Westron/Common tongue"
"Others"
Disclaimer: LOTR and Silmarillion are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Tolkien Estates. None of the songs used in the story are mine too and only borrowed for entertainment purposes.
Author's note:
TRIGGER WARNING:
Mentions of Assault and Suicide:
— Please be advised that the following content may cause you distress. It may state opinions that differ from yours. These may hurt your feelings or cause you anxiety and emotional pain. Reader discretion is advised. If these topics are too heavy for you or could trigger, please skip. I will put a red line and a sign (_ ️_) that will sign as the start and end of the part. And to those who will not read it, at the end of the chapter I will put a small summary of it without getting into so much details.
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Chapter 18
The other side of the coin
Ubel right now is no good person or can neither say he was a virtuous man. He could harbour a lot of hate for people because he does not believe in them anymore. Not in this city. Not in this god forsaken place.
And right now, as he begrudgingly placed stones that would serve as a division on each body they would bury, Ubel took an unhidden look on the young woman who was the sole reason for his sufferings. She was also laying stones helping an old man he can actually tolerate, it was the old Osgar. An old plum farmer who used to invite his daughter over to their house to give away the extra jars of plum jams his wife has freshly cooked. He was one of the people who lived away from the attacked area, his house and his small plum orchard were not destroyed. Many are taking shelter with his family and now he is here dragging his old body to help on creating the burial grounds. Honestly, Ubel thought he should not push it at all or else he would kick the bucket just like these corpses they were trying to lay. Thankfully the loud, filthy mouthed woman is helping him.
Ubel shook his head, he would rather be in the dungeons than to help these people at all. There he could at least not hear this woman's annoying voice who kept singing equally annoying songs, well she was singing it for herself for sure but he can still hear it. What about the senseless meaning of those words and sentences that's coming out of her trap? He can't even understand a thing about it except for that iron wrecking ball she was whole-heattedly singing over and over again. Ever since she came back from who knows where, things in the graveyard site became chaotic once again.
"Alright, we're almost done here, uncle. I'll lay down the rest of these stones and you go take some breather. I believe the kitchens were about to start giving out dinner for everybody, you should head out there and rest for today." Ubel grunted grumpily. At least now she is nice to the right person, he can swallow that. It annoys him greatly to see her treating people he actually hates nicely.
"Ai, child. Do not mind me, I am able to perform these duties. You however will be reprimanded again by the elven lord if he sees you back down here again."
"Ehh, don't mind him. He still doesn't believe I'm okay but what the heck am I gonna do? I can't just stand here and allow you, sir, an old man to heave and wheeze because of exhaustion. We don't need another patient on the healing wards, okay? It's already fully booked."
"Ahhrg, you nag worse than my wife."
"Oh yeah? Well feel the power of my Asian bloodline. Okay, yallah, go now or I will eat all the food that's available in the pantry."
"Are you sure about this, my lady?" The old man reluctantly said.
"Yes, sir. Please take some rest, you did a great job today." Ubel saw her smiling kindly to Old Osgar and eventually gave him a slight yet respectful bow. To someone who has her status, she easily bows her head to common people.
Old Osgar shows a complicated expression in her actions but did not say anything anymore and bid her goodbye. Then he actually met Ubel's eyes and the old man nodded on his way before giving a small smile. Ubel acknowledged him with a single nod before the old man walked away.
The lady saw that gesture and looked behind to follow the old man's sight only for their eyes to meet as well. And to his surprise, the lady waved at him with a smile and enthusiasm.
"Hi, Mr. Ubel!" Ubel turned away quickly. What is she so happy about? Thankfully she did not bug him like how she bugged the other people working on the graveyard site.
When a moment passed, Ubel thought he was finally having peace until she started humming another strange melody. It was an annoyingly happy and weird tune.
When Ubel turned back to the young woman, she was in the middle of lifting a basket full of fist sized stones. Size of his fists, by the way, not hers. Her hands were too dainty and small.
"Some…!"
It must be too heavy for her as she grunted when lifting it. Though Ubel did not realise that she was in the middle of singing as well when she grunted.
"…body once told me the world is gonna roll meeee, I ain't the sharpest tool in the– oh shit this is heavy." She walked towards the area she was working on and continued singing.
As of now, Ubel was used to hearing her sudden bursts of cursing as if using profanity as expressions. Such a perplexing creature, Ubel guessed, that golden haired elven lord must have a really unique taste in a lady.
"She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb. In the shape of an "L" on her forehead." She continued singing as she crouched down on the ground and started neatly arranging stones again. And then out of nowhere she started waving her hand in the air as if dancing, but it was such a weird stance and Ubel does not understand even a single thing about what those signs mean.
"Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming. Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. Didn't make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.."
Well you do look dumb right now. Ubel thought again. The young woman then stood up again and turned around only to catch him watching her again. But in his defence, he was not watching with any ill intent. She just look really… dumb right now.
She knew he caught her doing weird things but she must have a really thick face because she didn't even become embarrassed about it, rather she continued being quirky while walking back towards the pile of stones. She was even walking as if she was dancing a really weird dance.
"So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets? You'll never know if you don't go. Ayo, go! Woo, yeah~ You'll never shine if you don't glow."
If that was not enough she turned to him again and pointed her two fore fingers at him.
( ๑ ¯ ◡ ¯ ๑)
"Hey, now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play! Hey, now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid… woo yeah, Mr. Ubel. At least jam with me."
"I'd rather not, my lady." ('ಠ _ ಠ ) Ubel shook his head. He thinks this person actually got a problem in her head.
"Oh, come on. Don't you get bored here? Aiyaa, I wish there's a music player while we are working. It's gonna be more fun. Come on, all that glitters is goOoOold…"
"Where is the fun in doing these things for these people?"
"I mean dancing is fun."
"I'd rather you imprison me for the rest of my life."
"Oh, c'mon. I didn't give you such a heavy punishment. I don't believe I'm qualified for that but this is at least for your people. You're the mayor of this city right?"
"Since days ago."
"It's a noble thing to do. And helping people is fun."
Ubel felt a nerve on his head move. He was right. This woman is seriously annoying. "Do you think I care?" He snapped.
The happy expression she had on her face vanished immediately but Ubel did not care. "What the heck, do you really not even have a heart to at least help your people willingly or just have compassion for them? I mean this is your city. This is your home. And many of the residents here died."
"And like I said, do you really think I care about them? No. So can you stop nagging? Do not speak as if you know this city. You do not belong here. If not because of these damn elves I will not even submit to you and do these wretched things. Mamgobel can burn to the Halls of Mandos for all I care." He said angrily. He can feel his emotions drizzling on his veins and his anger deep in his bones. Remembering the faces of these people makes him more annoyed than he already is.
Ubel expected for her to be angry again, have an outburst just like in the tent or even make him do that embarrassing kneel again but to his surprise, she did not. She was just looking at him as if she was trying to read him. He can feel her stare burning to his senses and all he wanted was to get out of this place or at least get away from her. He has to, he does not want to raise his hand against her for the second time.
But before he did that, he turned around and pointed at her. "Do you think because they look pitiable, they are good people? And I, is the idiot who tried to steal the food the elves gave to them? A word of advice for you, naive young woman. Do not trust them. They might stab you in your back."
"Erika…" they both turned their heads when the voice called out the young woman's name and there they saw the general of the Teleri, Feredir. Standing behind him was his father-in-law and the old man's tired face made him angrier. Ubel took that as a chance to walk away.
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"My lady, if Ubel has said something that offended you, I will apologise." The old mayor said to me while Lord Feredír was fishing me out of the deep site. I shook the dirt off in my hand and clothes before straightening up and gave the old man a slight bow for respect.
"Hello, Mr. Héor. It's nice to see you again. Don't worry he didn't do anything, rather I honestly thought I offended him more."
"And why do you care if you have offended the little criminal, híril-nin. He has threatened you before, he should be the one who is careful of what he says." Feredír said coldly, it was the first time that I saw this gentle ellon emitting such contempt for someone.
"Because at the end of the day he is still a person. And I do care. I feel like there's more to his hatred in everyone than meets the eye." I shrugged.
"Alright, I will not say anything as it is your opinion, young one." The ellon smiled and actually patted my head. "But do not get hurt again in the process of helping. I would rather have you stay in the healing halls than to do these kinds of things."
"You're starting to sound like Glorfindel, Lord Feredír, are you sure he's not trying to influence you?"
Feredír laughed. "Apologies, young one if I sound like I was scolding you but it is true that he does not want the person he cherishes to be in another trouble."
I nodded. "Well he does said he wanted to fix the problems here in this city, I guess he meant that he doesn't want everyone to have a hard time anymore."
The warrior blinked and paused for a while before chuckling. He then shook his head. "Ai, mellon nin. I grieve for you."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, I was merely praying."
"Oh, that's good."
Feredír shook his head. "Well, then stay here with Hèor and keep your distance away from the prisoners. I do not want them to try and do something foolish again."
"Okay, fine, just let me continue to lay the stones."
"Alright."
"See you around, my lord." Lord Feredír smiled and once again patted my head before walking away. I guess he was doing some security thingy rounds. Now I'm stuck here with the old mayor. Personally this is the first time I met him alone, he reminds me so much of our old neighbour back on earth who likes to start drinking Quatro Cantos gin before the dusk even settled in the sky together with friends and sometimes even with my own grandfather.
"Hello, Mr. Hèor. I believe this is the first time I am formally meeting you, right? You can call me Erika by the way." I did not reach out my hand for a handshake because I'm afraid he doesn't know it.
"The honour is mine, Lady Erika. Thank you for having such patience with Ubel and his friends."
I waved a hand. "Nah, that's okay. Besides, they are now reaping what they sowed. I just wish they won't do something stupid again. Why did you even choose such a man with this attitude to lead the city? I can clearly see his disinterest in the task. You're even apologising on his behalf."
Hèor sighed and looked towards the plump middle aged man currently doing his task with a scowl on his face. "That child was not always like this, milady. Ubel used to be such a kind and earnest young man. Despite being born to a poor potato farming family, he was a diligent and a hard working person. That is why I allowed my daughter, Mórr, to marry him." The old man's eyes reflected deep sadness and maybe even regret on it as he watched over Ubel who was shovelling the ground to create the paths for the stones to be laid. After they are done with laying stone divisions, they can take the bodies and place them on their grave sites. Families can identify their dead with gravestones that they will personally carve.
With a bit of surprise, I looked towards Ubel. I can see him cursing under his breath but still continued to work. And to be honest, even if he was not happy with what they were doing, I can see that his and the other prisoners' works were by far neater than the others. I can say that, maybe they are just afraid of my threats to cut off their jingalings but still they are doing a good job.
I stood behind the old Hèor as he continued to speak. "Ubel changed after his daughter, Thelwyn, died."
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"Oh… w-what happened to his daughter?" I asked, reluctant if I really should pry or what but my curiosity got the better of me.
Hèor smiled fondly as if remembering some memories. "Thelwyn was more like her father in personality, she was a beautiful, kind young woman and was born with such bright beautiful green eyes like her grandmother, my wife. Her parents adored her so much and showered her with love and attention." And then as his eyes glossed with the film of his memory, his expression turned sad. I suddenly feel as if this story doesn't have such a good ending. "One day a merchant from another wealthy city came here to contract farmers, taking their harvest and livestocks to sell them in bigger cities. At that time, I was serving as the old Mayor's right hand man and will soon inherit the title from him as he only has daughters and no son. The city prospered for a year with the help of this merchant whose name is Andras. Like everyone, Ubel was also selling his harvest to Andras. Though Ubel's family's farm is small, they produce better potatoes than anyone in this city. One night, Thelwyn did not come home. She was selling some harvests in the market just in the afternoon. Ubel and Mórr lost their mind trying to find where she was, you can say Ubel almost begged the people to help him search the whole city and even outside just to find where she was. I will have you know, that the men who are imprisoned with him now were the same men who helped him fifteen years ago. Ubel and his friends did not find Thelwyn no matter how hard they tried to look for her."
That surprised me. No wonder they were all willing to follow him even at the stupidest things. Once again I watched the prisoners work, with old Hèor's words I suddenly saw them with new understanding. I looked at the old man with me whose eyes were then brimming with tears.
"Three days later, Thelwyn appeared at their home. She was so distraught and so anxious but she was not saying anything. With her was the merchant Andras suddenly announcing that he took Thelwyn as his wife. Mórr was horrified. Her daughter was not older than fourteen summers and the merchant was almost at the same age as her husband. Ubel was so furious and he almost killed the merchant where he was standing only for Andras to say that it was Thelwyn who pushed herself unto him in the name of wealth. Thelwyn was denying it over and over again and told her father that the merchant's men first told her to follow them as they had something to give her for her father. They took her to the house where the merchant was staying and there she was… she was repeatedly abused."
I gasped. "What the f–"
"The merchant insisted to us that now Thelwyn is his wife, and if they do not allow her to go with him, he will stop doing his business in this city and the people will be the one who will suffer for it. When everyone heard about it, they persuaded Ubel to agree with it, saying it was his daughter who wanted it in the first place despite Thelwyn's denial. But Ubel does not like it. His daughter is still young. She is still a child. The merchant then told the people that he will no longer accept their harvests because of what happened and they were mad about it. They were blaming Thelwyn who then lost the light in her eyes. Ubel did all he could do to protect his family but maybe that was not enough. They found Thelwyn the next morning, hanging on the ceiling by her neck."
"Oh, my god." Upon hearing that, my heart sunked. I was thinking that her daughter died because of sickness or an accident. But it was worse than that. My mouth felt dry and I cried. The old Hèor looked behind him only to find me sobbing. "I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry to hear that." I said with a broken heart. To think that such a young child, only fourteen years old, was pushed to take her own life.
"Oh, my lady. I did not mean to make you cry."
"No, no please don't say that. I just wish there was a much better situation for her. Now at least I understand why Ubel has such hatred for this city."
"It was not the only reason. The people even after the death of my granddaughter still had a heart of stone. After all, they tasted what it means to live better when the merchant was doing his business with them. Ubel and his friends buried Thelwyn's body in the farthest corner of the potato farm inside a makeshift wooden casket. The men built a small canopy above it and planted its surroundings with colourful flowers. Two summers later, my daughter, Mórr, followed her daughter to death. She became weak and sick after Thelwyn's death despite Ubel's best effort to take care of her. He buried her next to their child, promising to never ever forget what the people of Mamgobel had done. Though not everyone is involved in this tragedy, he sees the whole city as his enemy. At that time I became the new mayor of this city and Ubel tried to coax me into abandoning it as the town does not deserve our family's service. His hatred became deep and he indulged in taking spirits and ale. But I cannot just abandon this city, this is our home. Knowing what he was before this tragedy happened, I prayed to the Valar that Ubel's anger will be appeased as I know he will be a just and good leader. But even to that I failed."
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"No, Mr. Hèor, you did good. But sometimes the scars of the heart run deeper and will still be painful more than the physical injuries we will acquire." I said while trying to dry the tears in my eyes. Hearing what happened made me understand Ubel's behaviour towards the city's welfare after the attack. He must have seen it as heaven's tribulation for him or something that he even wanted to celebrate, leading to me becoming his life's another antagonist. No wonder, he is always annoyed when I'm near his vision's vicinity.
I want to hug him. I really do. To a father who lost their child in that cruel way and then to lose his wife because of pain, it's too much to take. Thinking about this again made the tears in my eyes start surging out again.
I spent so many minutes thinking about what the old man has told me and over and over again it breaks my heart. He ended up asking me to go back to the city as it is getting dark already. I nodded in silence and made my way through the city gates, sniffing and with eyes looking like a bloated, gassy fish. Hey, ain't that funny, I'm a mermaid after all.
I made my way to my tent– well it's technically Glorfindel's tent but I live there so *shrugs*
I was planning to just take my stuff so that I could clean myself and change into a new set of clothes but I didn't know Glorfindel was there already talking to his two subordinates, Bronwëg and Lathron. Before I had a chance to turn around, he already saw me and my hideous, pathetic appearance.
"Erika?" He immediately made his way to me, holding my two arms in his hands. "What is the matter, nin melwen? Why have you cried? Did something happen?" Glorfindel asked me, his face was a picture of worry.
I shook my head but did not say a word because I don't even know what to say. The two dark haired ellyn excused themselves and made a tactical retreat, yeeting away with grace in their movements. Look at these two abandoning me to be interrogated.
"Melethril, nán melda heri. Will you not tell me what is bothering you? Your tears also bring pain into my heart. What is wrong?" Glorfindel's gentle hand brushed through my cheeks as if drying the muddy tears in my face. His voice sounded so soothing as if calming my emotions, but I think the desired effect became opposite because I felt more sorry for Ubel and his family and I ended up crying again. I wish there was someone for his daughter as well to tell her that this is not her fault and that everything is okay.
"Ai meleth…" Glorfindel ended up taking me fully in his arms and gave me a tight hug. I can feel his warmth and his heartbeat through his robes and it gave me such comfort. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and because he is too tall for me to reach comfortably, he ended up lifting me up from the ground. Which I think would kinda look funny but right now, I just don't care. I felt his arms encircle under my hips and the other in my waist. I'll just bury my face in his shoulder. I could smell the comforting scent of his hair and it reminded me of cypress and cedar. It was the scent of nature that I really liked. It smells… handsome. The scent suits him really well, not gonna lie.
He walked further inside the tent and placed me down into the makeshift bed to sit down but I refused to let go and so we ended up both laying down on it. I suddenly remembered my best friend, who was also a man. He used to hug me like this when I was feeling depressed. I just stayed there, encased in his warmth until I was calm enough. I was thankful that he was so patient with me because I really needed his hug.
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He was in pain. His restless fëa was telling him that there is something wrong with her and he can not help but to reach out his hand and take her in his arms. His fëa settled only when he felt her arms surrounded him. She must have felt so awkward trying to reach his stature while embracing him and so Glorfindel lifted her up and she adjusted before burying her face in his shoulder.
He smiled, it was rare that she allowed him to at least comfort her. But instead of letting him go when they reached the bed, she pulled him down and they ended up lying on their sides.
Their eyes met thanks to the close proximity of their faces. He can even feel her breaths upon his face. "Can we… stay like this for a while? If… you're not busy."
Glorfindel nodded. How can he say no when she is being like this? "As long as you want, my Erika." He lifted his hand to caress her face once again. "Are you well now, meleth?"
Erika nodded. "I'm sorry for being so melodramatic."
"Nonsense." He whispered as his eyes continued to stare at her deep brown eyes. "What have you weeping, melethril? Can you not tell me?"
She gave him a dry chuckle. "If I do, I'm afraid I will create a drama again."
"I am here to hold you." He smiled as he settled into the bed comfortably and made her head lay down in his arm, showing her that he is ready to listen.
And as he listened to her words, like her, Glorfindel was shocked and his heart shattered. When she said about the parents finding their daughter in such a situation, Glorfindel could not help but to close his eyes. No wonder Erika was weeping and so broken.
"I tried to defend the people against him, not understanding what he has gone through. And at the end I made him recall those moments where he was burying his own wife and daughter with his own two hands by asking him to create a burial ground for people who must have been one of those who mocked her daughter. Glorfindel, I feel so damn horrible."
The ellon shook his head and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. "Lá, nin meleth, it was not your fault. You stood your ground and fought for what you think is right. Regardless of what happened, it was not right to steal the gift people had given to this city just because you saw that as an opportunity to extract revenge from the people who wronged you. Was it not enough that the city itself was broken and destroyed?"
"Will you be able to say those words if you are in his shoes and your wife and children were the ones who suffered what his family has gone through?"
"Do you want me to answer you honestly?" he caressed her cheeks and smiled ironically when she nodded. "I might become insane. So insane that I know for sure I would kill everyone who's responsible for what happened and I will do it without any remorse." Glorfindel said and his hold on her body became more tight. "But like what I said, only those who are involved. Right now there are many innocent people who might not even took part in tormenting his daughter that would suffer because of his desire for revenge. That is not a reason to cause more suffering for innocent people who were already suffering. His past does not justify his actions of today and the punishment still stands for him and his men. In addition, they tried to harm you, my Erika. That is enough reason for them to meet the sharp end of my blade."
She gave him a small smile and rubbed her head into the arm she was leaning on. "I don't know if I've said it to you before but thank you for always being here for me. You are always trying to be so patient with all my shit."
"I was not trying, meleth, you just have to know that being with you is the happiest I've been."
"Oh, come on, why are you smooth-talking me again?"
Glorfindel chuckled. "But it is true." Does he not sound believable enough? Was he showing his affection so little? Well anyway, he thought, that is alright. He has lived for thousands of years, he could be patient and wait a little more just so she would realise how much she means to him.
"Alright, alright." Erika rolled her eyes in jest before heaving a sigh. "How I wish that child had someone like you or even friends like Nestaron and the others to care for her. Her family did their best, I know that but sometimes having more people in the support system is not bad as well. I wish people could be kinder to others."
Glorfindel smiled, she truly has a good heart to even sympathise with the people who had done her wrong. He does not want to call it being innocent, not at all. He knew she was far from being innocent considering she can spit a lot of words that can make mothers cry and even knew the meaning of it.
"Tomorrow morning, we could start the mass funeral and lay the people to rest. By then Ubel and his men will be free, maybe you should tell him what is in your mind before we set them free. Worry not for your safety as I will be with you, melethril."
"He hates me, I can feel it." Her merry chuckle made Glorfindel smile as well. "Thank you, though. I swear I always bother you with my triviality."
"Having compassion for others will never be a trivial matter, my Erika. I am glad you are finally sharing your thoughts with me. Do not be afraid of coming to me if there is something that is troubling you, I will always be here to listen."
"Okay, grandpa." She laughed again and Glorfindel could not help but shake his head. Then to his surprise she lifted herself slightly and kissed him on his forehead. He thought time had stopped and paused for a while until he felt her head lay in his arms again. He could not see her face as she buried it unto his chest but he could see her ears turning red.
He felt his heart skip a beat. He could feel it ramming into his chest, and Elbereth, he wished she did not notice it. He held her tightly and rested his face at the crown of her head. She smells like a fresh breeze of morning ocean, so lovely, sweet and free. And with them basking in each other's presence comfortably, the two of them fell asleep.
That was the first sleep Glorfindel had since he entered the city. He had all breaks to rest but he did not have enough time to completely fall asleep. Right there and then, he thought that was the most comfortable he had ever been and his last fleeting thoughts are about his worry about not being able to sleep properly again without her in his arms.
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Nestaron strides towards his lord's tent to give him his daily report, there was not a lot of work for today on the healing wards except on watching over the men with serious injuries and thankfully, many are recovering fast. The son of Feredír was released as well and already insisting on going back to his duty. As much as his ada refused, the ellon was willful and stubborn.
It is still early in the evening and Nestaron also wants to give Erika some tea that he knew she would like. He made it this afternoon and infused it with chamomile petals and some athelas to give it a fresh taste.
When he reached the tent, he called outside to announce his arrival. "My lord, it is I, Nestaron." nobody answered and inside of the tent was silent, he was puzzled. They should be having dinner at this time. Did they go out to the kitchens? Oh, well.
Nestaron decided to enter the tent of his lord to leave the jar of tea on the table when he noticed his lord and the young woman sleeping together in the bed. They are so attached to each other that Nestaron thought space does not exist in their vocabulary.
The healer smiled fondly. His lordship must have been really comfortable as he did not even wake up when Nestaron entered his tent, knowing that his Lord Glorfindel is one of the people he knew who has the sharpest senses. The healer did his best effort to silently walk towards them and pick up the blanket that was neatly folded above the two's head. He then unfolded it and carefully placed it above the two before leaving silently with the jar of tea left above the small table.
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When I opened my eyes, I did not expect to see such a work of art immediately that I almost freaked out. There, with just a hand span away from my own is Glorfindel's unbelievably beautiful sleeping face. I know for sure that he is sleeping but the fact that I'm not used to how elves sleep with half opened eyes is just making this situation more shocking. He looks like he is just dazing out, argh this is too early for my mortal eyes to witness but I can't exactly remove my gaze away from him as well.
Here I could see his beautiful stormy blue eyes akin to precious gemstones. Underneath his thick, dark brown eyelashes and even glazed with sleep, it's still as captivating as ever. More than before now that I'm looking so closely at them. How can someone with such perfectly shaped eyes exist? This is so unfair, bruh. And have I mentioned his skin? He looks much better than any skin care model who used kbeauty stuff and I know for sure he doesn't do any of that.
I unconsciously lifted my hand that's resting on his chest and gently touched his cheek with my fore finger. Damn, that was smooth and textureless. Is this really skin? Not silk?
At that moment, the glazed eyes blinked twice and I almost freaked out when those stormy blue eyes focused on me. I knew for a fact that he is awake now.
He then gave me a small sleepy smile. His arms that were wrapping around my waist then moved and pulled me in closer. Our faces became closer than ever and I instantly felt flustered. This is too early!
Then for the finishing move, Glorfindel placed his forehead on mine. Aaaaaaaaa… MAMAAA~ WOOHOOHOO… didn't mean to make you cry…
I'm freaking out inside, I literally can't move as I felt like all my tendons and muscles became jelly.
"Stars have shone in front of my eyes. A wonderful morning to you, nin melethril. Have you slept well?" I gave him a nod and did not answer, partly because I'm afraid that my powerful morning breath will murder him on the spot the moment I open my mouth. He smiled again and I could literally see him glow✨. "What is wrong?" His brows slightly knitted and I shook my head before covering my mouth with my two hands.
"Good morning too. There's nothing wrong, I just… don't want you to smell my breath."
At that, Glorfindel chuckled. "Oh, do not worry about it."
"No, how can I not? Wait lemme up." Wait, do elves not get morning breaths too? How unfair is this world? The tall ellon's arm then moved away from my waist and only then I could push myself up. Wew, I didn't realise we both fell asleep after my dramatic outburst last night and we even slept for such a long time. Now I feel even more embarrassed but what can I do, hearing Ubel's story truly did broke my heart.
Glorfindel pushed himself up from the bed as well and told me to go and fix myself first before him. He asked Lathron with a basin of water and a towel for us to use. I went in first and then Glorfindel and as I finished changing my clothes, Glorfindel came inside the tent wearing a fresh set of white tunic and dark brown trousers. Behind him was Lathron and another elleth carrying trays of food. Instantly I felt my stomach rumble at the sight of food. We both had a good breakfast together before heading out.
If my calculation is right, it is now around eleven in the morning or so and everyone was already busy as today will be the mass funeral day.
"I would like you to stay with Nestaron for today, Erika." Glorfindel said to me, he was also about to head out to the mass burial grounds.
"Eh? But why? Can I not help today as well?"
"I am afraid I can not allow you today. Seeing the deceased would greatly exhaust your heart and last night was enough for me to take. Hear me out for today, melethril."
"Okay." I nodded obediently. Looking at how serious his face is right now, it's pointless to argue.
He then lifted his hand and rubbed my cheeks. Haiyaa, I'm getting flustered again even though I liked it when he touched me like this. He has always been such a gentle person that I feel like I'm taking so much advantage of him. "I will be back in the afternoon."
I gave him a nod before he got on his merry way. Only then I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Phew, hey let's try to calm down, eh? Let's not allow the heart to be swept away by his sweetness. It would save me from getting hurt later if I expected too much out of him. I don't want to abuse his kindness, he's a really good person.
Okay Erika, you can do this. Inhaling and exhaling, I turned to my right going into the healing area's entrance and–
"So what does his lordship mean when he said… exhausted last night?"
"Aayy, Puñeta!" I literally jumped away from where I was standing when Faeron surprised me by suddenly popping out of nowhere. The silver haired ellon snickered where he was standing, clearly finding amusement from my ungraceful reaction. "FAERON! Faeron Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya De la Rosa Ramirez!" At my outburst, the jerk's self control vanished and he bent over convulsing as he laughed out loud. "Why? Why do you have to do that?!" ( ノ ｀ Д ´ ) ノ
"What was that?!" He must be asking about the names I fired at him, but I didn't say anything. After all, he doesn't even know what meme references are. He then frowned when the injury in his stomach started aching because of his uncontrollable cackling.
"Yeah, that's karma!"
He was still laughing when he came to me and hugged me. "Ai Elbereth Gilthoniel. Erika, le melin, nin mellon, ahh… you bring so much joy in my life."
"What? Are you saying memes now too?"
After a good moment of exhaling, he then gently pushed me by the shoulders before shaking his head. "I said I love you, my dear friend. Ai, that was a good laugh."
"Well I'm glad I made you really happy." I said with light sarcasm and Faeron snickered again.
"But you must understand, dear Erika. Your reaction was genuine raw gold, as such I've never seen someone react the way you do."
"Nye nye nye… What do you want?"
"I was merely asking about what I have heard earlier. What was that about you being exhausted last night and for him to have enough to take or so."
"Eh, look at this Marites, you were eavesdropping on our conversation?"
"Accidentally. I was here all this time and I am an elf, my friend. Our hearing is as sharp as a sword. The two of you arrived and started having conversations about things my little pure heart can not understand. So what is it about? Care to at least enlighten this friend of yours?"
"It was nothing. Don't give too much thought about it?"
"But how can I not? You being exhausted last night with him is—"
"Okay, okay whatever you are thinking about that's not it. I just don't really wanna say it because I'm afraid it will also spoil your mood."
Faeron then pulled me underneath a tree with a good shade, there the two of us sat down. "I am ready to listen."
I chuckled before shaking my head. Well since he insisted, I'm going to tell him about the story Mr. Hèor has told me. At first, I could see a bit of annoyance in Faeron's face at the mention of Ubel but his happy face eventually turned grim. I told him about me crying and so upset about it last night that Glorfindel had to comfort me and we both fell asleep.
I knew under normal circumstances that he would tease me about it but the matter of our subject was so sad that he did not say anything at all. Faeron then pulled me to his side and hugged me with his other arm.
"Then I must thank the Lord Glorfindel for asking you to stay here this time."
"I am not a fragile glass, Faeron. Seeing the dead might make me feel sad but that won't be enough to break me. Last night I just really felt so bad for Mr. Ubel's daughter. I kept praying and praying to the Father that her spirit will soon find peace and is in a better place than us. She was fourteen, Faeron. She is half of my age. She was a child."
"Then I believe that Eru Ilúvatar has heard it, He always listens to the sincerest of hearts." The ellon gave me a small smile. "I'd like to uplift your spirits as well, my dear friend. What do you want to do today? I shall accompany you."
"Aw, thank you, Faeron. I will just go and visit Nestaron and ask him if he has tasks for me to do."
"Alright. Then let us go together." Faeron and I talked a bit more under the tree's shade about the development in the city and how the mass burial grounds are about to finish before we decided to head inside the tent. Nestaron smiled warmly at me and gave me a small bag of dried berries that was given to him by the women in the kitchen tent. He said thanks to our successful venture into Little Lhun's river, the city had enough food to feed many people for days.
That made me really happy because I know for sure that the presence in the water has done something. I am glad that at least the people and the city are having such a great start.
Nestaron told me that the healing hall is not that busy since most of the patients are becoming more stable so I'm free to do whatever I want for the rest of the day.
The problem is, I really have no idea what to do this time. Haa, I miss the existence of smartphones and wifi. I could at least play some mobile games or watch youtube to pass the time. But what would a 21st century woman who lived in the days of the internet do in these kinds of situations? Seriously, how I survive the past weeks without them is beyond me.
Faeron and I went back to the tree we were in earlier. Maybe because the tree's shade was wide and the winds felt great in that place, we found four elves sitting there to rest. I recognise them as the elves in the healing hall.
One of the elves there, an elleth waved to us and greeted us with a warm smile. Kyaa, she's so pretty. Why are elves created like this?
Faeron and I sat with them and talked about a lot of things that happened, some were ecstatic that the situation is improving. People are healing and the city is in the middle of restoration. One started humming a melody and minutes later, the elves were harmonising in a song. They were singing with their language so I have no idea what they were singing about, but it sounds ethereal nonetheless. I watched them with an enchanted expression.
"It is called a song of the calm sea. We, the people of Teleri, sing this song whenever a storm passes." Faeron said with a smile as he continued to sing with the others until the harmony ended.
"Sheeesh, that was amazing." I said while clapping. "What does the song mean?"
"It was a song about peace as the sun shines after the wind howls in frightening thunder and rain. When the evergreen plants are glistening with droplets of rain water under the ray of gentle morning light. It is like how this humble city survived the darkness and is in the process of healing." The elleth who smiled earlier at me said.
Oh I wish I could speak elf, that would have been more awesome if I could understand it.
"Sing a song for us too, my lady." One ellon suggested.
I shook my head fast. "Ah… oh, no, please, I can't sing."
"Who said that? We always hear you humming and singing to yourself, milady, that we are curious how many songs you know. You have a lovely voice."
"You don't have to flatter me, y'know, I know I sound like a dying crow."
Faeron chuckled. "That is because you always try to butcher whatever it is that you are singing, my friend. Which is quite impressive on its own, but try to sing properly at least once."
I laughed at Faeron's words. "Dude, having a good voice and knowing how to sing is different. You guys do really have an ethereal voice that's crazy."
"Surprise us, then, milady."
"Huh?"
"Please sing for us."
"W-wait…"
"Come to think of it Faeron, you said the song for Eru that you were singing before was from the young lady Erika, right?"
"Ai, the song of Master Appleseed, yes. It was truly an amazing song. Simple and yet meaningful."
"Wait, you told them about the Johnny Appleseed song?" I blurted at Faeron.
"Yes, mellon nin, we were trying to make a melody for it in the harps and many are still trying their own music for it."
"The Lord is good to me…
and so, I thank the Lord.
For giving me the things I need,
A sun and rain and an apple seed…"
Oh, that was so embarrassing… Now they are trying to harmonise with the melody time song.
"Sing for us, my lady, please?" The elleth said with pleading eyes. I look at the others and they all have an expectant look on their faces, even Faeron was smiling.
I sighed. "Oh…kay, well.. what do you want me to sing?"
"Anything you want, my friend."
Errr, I can't exactly go ACDC to you guys and shout highway to hell. At least a good song to match their meaningful song earlier. It was an environmental song, so maybe I should choose something like that too? Listen, I don't want to Pocahontas. Not that one. Hmm…
"Okay, so… don't blame me if this hurts your ear." I told Faeron who grinned. "This song by the way was sung… by the first man I ever fell in love… ah, I miss his music." At that, I noticed they fell into silence. Oh, maybe they are waiting for the song.
"Your… first beloved?" Faeron said in reluctance.
"Oh, yes, the King of Pop, my dear Michael Jackson. He was such a talented musician."
"Oh…" the elleth said. "Uh, about his excellency, the King… May-kel, the son of Jack, you say… was he your lover?"
"No, unfortunately he doesn't even know I existed. But! I still love him nonetheless. His music is unlike any other. Worry not, though, my friend. I found another love in my beloved Keanu Reeves. Most handsome man ever existed. Though he doesn't even know I exist as well, he prefers the life of solitude and peace." What bullshit am I saying, lol. "Anyway, this is the song… don't laugh at me."
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The elves waited patiently as the young woman closed her eyes, trying to think about the song she wanted to sing. Earlier they were surprised about the intriguing things she blurted out, the two men whom she had unrequited love.
She was trying to hide it underneath a joyful voice but who knew what pain could be lingering in her heart for loving twice and not receiving anything back. The two men must have been blind if they are not committed yet to anyone. Thankfully, their beloved golden haired lord is not lacking in beauty as well, that Key-ah-no must be handsome as per young Erika's word, but for sure he will not hold a candle when seated next to Lord Glorfindel.
In their pure hearts, the elves secretly cheered for the elven lord's good luck.
Erika then started humming, it was a clear melody and not purposely messed up as she usually does.
"There's a place in your heart and I know that it is love. And this place was brighter than tomorrow. And if you really try, you'll find there's no need to cry. In this place you'll feel there's no hurt or sorrow…"
Faeron listened carefully to every word when he realised she was singing another meaningful song. Like the song of Master Appleseed, it has no complicated melody. It rather felt warm and comforting especially as she was speaking about love. He became curious, what kind of love is it?
Faeron watches as passion washes the young lady while singing the song. "There are ways to get there if you care enough for the living. Make a little space. Make a better place."
For the elves who have been through hard battles and war, her words gave them courage. A place of peace. That was the sole reason why they take arms now and fight this seemingly endless battles.
"Heal the world. Make it a better place. For you and for me, and the entire human race. There are people dying. If you care enough for the living. Make a better place for you and for me…"
What a beautiful song. It was not a song of the weak but the strong. Why can Faeron say that? It is because it takes a strong person to encourage another. And being strong does not mean you have no burden to carry anymore, it only means despite having so much to bear on your own shoulders, you chose to do something for the betterment of many.
Erika suddenly stopped singing. When she noticed everyone looking at her, she made a confused expression.
"Is that it, milady?" The elleth asked.
"Wait. You want me to sing the whole song?"
"If there is more, please continue, it is a beautiful song." One of the ellon said with an encouraging smile on his face.
Erika nodded. "Oh.. uh, okay…" she cleared her throat and closed her eyes again. Faeron chuckled internally as he realised she must be closing her eyes because she was embarrassed.
"If you want to know why, there's love that cannot lie. Love is strong. It only cares for joyful giving. If we try we shall see, In this bliss we cannot feel fear of dread, we stop existing and start living…"
What a wonderful reality it must be to live in bliss. Some of the elves suddenly thought of Aman. A place under the protection of the Valar where peace exists and darkness has no place. It is a tempting thought to just leave everything in this land and just sail home.
But that will not make any difference at all.
"Then it feels that always, love's enough for us growing. Make a better world. So make a better world…
Heal the world. Make it a better place. For you and for me, and the entire human race. There are people dying. If you care enough for the living, make a better place for you and for me…"
Maybe it was because of the sharp ear of the eldar that many are attracted to the sound of her singing, but the Second Borns are stepping closer as well though she does not know it.
"And the dream we were conceived in will reveal a joyful face. And the world we once believed in will shine again in grace. Then why do we keep strangling life. Wound this earth, crucify its soul? Though it's plain to see, this world is heavenly
Be god's glow."
"What a beautiful song." Though the elleth spoke in whisper, the elves heard it clearly thanks to their sharp hearing.
"Though words were not flowing softly unlike a bard's melody, it is the meaning that makes my fëa soar in warmth." Another ellon said.
"We could fly so high, let our spirits never die. In my heart I feel you are all my brothers…"
Faeron smiled. Nay, my friend, he thought. She is more than a friend to him. He felt love for her akin to a little sister. The song not only teaches everyone kindness but also camaraderie. Like how everyone left their differences in the Battle of Last Alliance, be them eldar or edain. They fought and died to create a better world.
"Create a world with no fear. Together we cry happy tears. See the nations turn their swords into ploughshares. We could really get there. If you cared enough for the living. Make a little space. To make a better place…"
The elleth gently wiped a tear that fell from her eyes. She was so glad that she volunteered to come here, not only that she was able to help many people in need, but she also met this person. She watches as the young woman who is three hundred years younger than her and yet is singing a song calling for peace.
"Heal the world we are living. Save it for our children…"
As the song came to a fleeting end the young woman opened her eyes only to find the elleth crying. "EH?! W-why are you crying?! W-was my singing that terrible?"
The elleth giggled at her immediate change of expression. "No, silly, it is not your singing. You were amazing. And the song you sang was probably the most beautiful song I have ever heard. Far more beautiful than the mournful melody of Lúthien for it speaks of life rather than death." The elleth, in the sitting position that she is in, gave Erika a slight bow. "You may call me Losselië, daughter of Alindwë, Lord Círdan's chief healer. My thanks for giving me such a beautiful memory to cherish."
"Oh, uh… nice meeting you, Ms. Losselië. I'm glad you like the song."
"We love it, Erika. It was wonderful."
"Would you mind if we sing it as well?" One ellon asked.
"Oh, shoot, no it's not mine to begin with."
"I thank thee, my lady. I have remembered the words and shall be creating good melodies with it on the harp. Faeron, your grandfather will be ecstatic to hear this piece."
"Trully, my friend. I am afraid now that he would urge Erika to the end of Arda for another one."
"It was not much, to be honest. Like I said, it's not even a song I created."
"Ah, yes, it was a man named May-kel, son of Jack who wrote it. Truly a king he is, to write such a marvellous song."
Erika laughed. "Jackson, that was his last name. He is not the son of Jack or something. It literally is his family name."
"Then his majesty deserves all the credit. May Eru bless him endlessly." When Faeron said that, they gave a respectful bow. "Now at least I could understand why you adore him, my friend." He eventually said with a smirk.
"Oh, not in that way, jerk. I see him as an inspiration. He was an amazing musician and wrote many beautiful songs."
"Then I hope milady will also share with us his music." Losselië said with a smile on her beautiful face. "Let us sing the song for now."
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Well, I didn't think they would like it that much, it totally surprised me to see the lady elf crying, I thought she was so horrified of my dying bird voice but thankfully that was not the case.
And now, for three continuous hours and after a little bit of lyric coaching, the elves are singing Heal The World non stop, that it makes me want to hide underneath a rock. Is this what it feels like to be viral?
At first I only thought of that song because I have no other ideas aside from the pocahontas song that won't give away any info about where I'm from. At least this song only speaks about the beautiful world peace. Thank you, MJ.
I snuck away from Faeron for a while with the reasons of needing to poop, but to be honest I just need to get away from him singing the elf version of Heal the World over and over again with his small harp.
It was in the afternoon and I headed into Glorfindel's tent. Like last night, I found him first inside but this time he was in the middle of changing his clothes. Was I shocked? Not that much, he was just changing his shirt.
Did I simp? Fuck, yes!
My probably perverted eyes went straight to his beautiful abs. Even his abs are graceful and every proportion of his body was the definition of perfection. His arms muscles, though I've already felt it many times, it's different to see the visuals. Not beefy, not thin, yet clearly stronger than anyone else in this city. And finally, his chest muscles. The bazongas, mama mia. Let's not elaborate that anymore because we are wholesome here.
Glorfindel paused for a while when he saw me, reading how I would react. Ladies here are so demure they might be scandalised with the situation but not me. Thankfully, being from 21st century Earth, I'm not some maiden who would shriek at the sight of a bare body.
"Oh, sorry. Uh… do you want me to go out for a while?" I told him, trying to look away from his perfect abs.
My reaction probably surprised him as well because he paused for a while before shaking his head. "No, meleth, you can come in." He said with a smile.
Okay now this is awkward, staying inside a tent with a half naked elf. If this is 21st century earth, it won't even matter but this is Arda where everyone is conservative. If anyone sees us, it won't be good for his reputation but seeing him inviting me in, he probably does not mind it.
What the hell, I'll just go in. I'm just not gonna ogle at his abs… no matter how sexy they look. So I went in and just sat at the bed.
"I was about to come and pick you up, we have finished laying the deceased to rest with the help of their families. The only thing left to do now is to lay their headstones." Glorfindel said as he put on a fresh new pair of white tunic. He removed the tie on his beautiful golden hair and let them down. He opened the box that contained his stuff and from there he pulled out another small box. When he opened it, there was the silver circlet he always wore in his head. It must be a thing to signify his status, like a medal or a badge. After all, they do have kings and queens in their ranks.
He placed the circlet in his head and fit them upon his forehead. Since he is wearing a slightly formal outfit today, I guess I should too?
"Uhm… would you mind if I change clothes too? My outfit now might not be appropriate for the event."
Glorfindel nodded. "You have brought a dress, right?"
"Ahuh.. and it was white. The one named very simple by Ms. Anauriel but too grand for my opinion."
He chuckled. "Your choice of clothes is unusual, my dear. But you look beautiful either way."
"Hey, you're being smooth again."
"Only to you." He before smirking.
"Yeah, yeah… now please, my lord, can you kindly step out for a while? Unless you want to see me in my birthday suit when I change my clothes."
Glorfindel shook his head with a chuckle before heading out. "I will be waiting outside, meleth."
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Glorfindel placed a flower on the ground. He wished there was more of it so that he can place it on every grave on that place, but due to the danger of the situation, not everyone can explore the forest. All they could do now, along with his kin is to offer songs of journeying and praying to the Valar.
As one ellon is citing a prayer to the Lady Varda and her guidance of light, only one person who did not join them was Erika. Glorfindel heard Faeron asking her to kindly bow her head and pray with them but she refused. When he noticed her willfulness rather than her stubbornness, Faeron shrugged.
Many were crying, especially their families, orphaned children, and friends. Glorfindel already knew it was going to be a painful goodbye yet he is thankful that they at least managed to lay them to a peaceful rest.
When the ceremony finished, people started to return back to the city. They are now at peace that their deceased loved ones are in good condition. Glorfindel took Erika back as well but they went straight to the prison where they were being held. Bronwëg insisted on coming along with them but Glorfindel knew Erika would be much comfortable with less people around.
When they reached the mayor's jail cell, Glorfindel immediately saw the annoyance in his face but the man did not say anything.
"Hello, Mr. Ubel." He did not give her a response but he was looking at the young woman who greeted him. "First of all, I'd like to thank you and your comrades for being a great help in finishing the graveyard."
"You threatened us, remember?"
Erika laughed at that. "Well, I did because you were being an asshole and uncooperative." She sighed as she just took the sharp glare the man was giving her. If it is just Glorfindel, long would he already have plucked those eyes out of his head but he refrained from reacting because she asked him not to unless she is in grave danger. "I'd like to ask you for an apology Mr. Ubel. I don't know where to start, without angering you, I know you don't like me already. I heard from Mr. Hèor about what happened to your daughter."
Glorfindel expected the man to burst in anger and to be honest he readied himself just in case he do something.
But Ubel, the aggressive man he saw before, was not present at the mention of his daughter. Instead he could see pain reflecting in his eyes.
"I did not know that the old man also has a loud mouth."
"Please don't be mad at him, I did ask him why despite all the stupid things you have done, he still defends you and asks for forgiveness on behalf of you." Ubel was still silent and this time he was not looking at her anymore but to a necklace that was in his hand. "I am so sorry about what happened to you daughter, Mr. Ubel." Erika's voice cracked at those words.
Silence fell between them and for a while no one tried to break it until the mayor spoke. "She was a good child. So lively and jolly." Grief laces the man's voice even though he was not on the verge of tears like Erika is. Maybe his tears have dried already for so many times that he was grieving for the loss of his family.
"I'm so sorry, she doesn't deserve what happened to her."
"Yes she does not! She does not! Just like how these people do not deserve being saved! What sin have we done for them to make my daughter kill herself? She was already abused by that animal and yet they just think about how much wealth they would lose! Fate has already given them the retribution they deserve and it could have been more much sweeter if none of you have interfered."
"Mr. Ubel, not everyone in this city is responsible for your daughter's death. There are so many innocent people who will suffer because you want to get even. Innocent children just like your daughter, Mr. Ubel. Please, please. I know how hard it is for you especially since I made you relive the most painful moments of your life, but what you were planning to do was not right." Erika stepped towards the bars. "I am not asking you to forgive them, Mr. Ubel. I'm only asking you to not punish the innocent. You will be set free by tomorrow morning, but nothing will change unless you let go of your hatred."
"Hatred is all I have left."
Erika shook her head repeatedly. "No! No, you are more than that. You still have your daughter's memory. Honour her memories not by hatred and violence. Please, don't let her suffer again by watching you become the same monster who destroyed her." Glorfindel remained silent in their whole exchange along with the men who were also imprisoned inside their own cells. He wondered why she was so invested in this man, someone who wronged her and yet sympathised with him after hearing his story. To many elves, who were supposed to be wise, and experienced being betrayed even by their own friends, they do not understand the kindness you give towards your enemy. "Tomorrow you will be a part of this community again, Mr. Ubel. I hope you turn a new leaf and start to live again. I promise, I won't bother you anymore. Bye."
Erika sighed and wiped the tears on her eyes with her forearm, such an unladylike behaviour yet Glorfindel found it adorable. She gave her a smile when their eyes met.
"Would you like to go back now, meleth? I heard they cooked your favourite food again, that deadly red stew of Morgoth." Glorfindel pulled her closer and lightly embraced her small form.
"Hey, that was rude!" She said with a chuckle. The two of them started walking out of the prison when they heard Ubel speak again.
"She liked it as well." They stopped at his words and Erika looked back to see Ubel still staring at the necklace in his hand. "That spicy red stew, Thelwyn likes them as well." After those words, the man lifted his sight and looked straight into her eyes. It was the first time he looked at Erika without hatred or annoyance. "I do not hate you, my lady. In fact you remind me so much of her that it pains me to no end. I just want you to know that."
Erika smiled at him. Her eyes shining with the same kindness and compassion she was giving to everyone without discriminating whether you are a just person or a criminal nor if you are a human or an elf. "Thank you, Mr. Ubel. See you around."
The two of them exited the underground prison. Erika deeply inhaled and loudly exhaled as if relieving off the weight she was carrying on her shoulders.
"Why do you care so much about him, meleth?" He asked in a serious tone of voice and yet she answered with a bright smile.
"Because human life is short, Glorfindel. And thus, can we not fill these short times with compassion and kindness? If you ask me whether it is a wise decision or not, I don't know. I just… don't want to live my days questioning or condemning myself why I didn't do something about it. So when my time comes and I will look back to what I did to my life, I can say to myself that I have no regrets."
Glorfindel smiled internally. His heart swelling with pride. For he might be known as Glorfindel the wise, he fell in love with a woman who is free spirited and sometimes reckless. And maybe that is all he needs in order to fill the empty void of his lonely years.
To that he followed her towards the way where she was going, promising to himself to always just look towards her for their precious time is short.
"You will eat the red stew this time, Glorfindel!"
"No, meleth. You can eat it by yourself." At that Erika laugh out loud.
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Translations:
Melethril, nán melda heri - (Quenya)
My love, my beloved woman
Ada - (Sindarin) father/dad, much affectionate than its formal version of 'Adar'
Marites - a Filipino term for a notorious gossiper who knows everything about her neighbours. Basically one iota lower ranked than Karen.
Puñeta - word came from a Spanish colloquial word that means 'stop bugging around'. The Filipinos know it's a light cuss word and know it's borrowed from the Spaniards. Kinda equivalent to the f word when I use it IMO lol.
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Author's important notes:
Disclaimer:
— All Star - is a song by Smash Mouth. Songwriter(s): Greg Camp
— Heal The World - is a song written and performed by King of Pop Michael Jackson
I don't own the song and use it for entertainment purposes only.
Scene summary➡️
Ubel's daughter was abused and victim-blamed. And thus was the reason she ended her own life.
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