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[hallabackdir]

WHO: Haldir 
WHAT: Haldir is having a hard time going from the Utopia that was Lorien, to the S*ithole that is Kirkwall
WHEN: This month and the next 
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: None at the moment!

 

 

I.                 The Only Tree Kirkwall

Haldir wandered Kirkwall for several days, trying very hard to make sense of it all.  In Lorien, everyone had a purpose, a place. In Kirkwall however, it seemed like no one did. There were a handful men grasping at threads of power, climbing and pushing over one another for a chance to climb the next rung of the social ladder, while majority of the population lived in squalor, fighting over table scraps dressed up and sold to them as a full meal. 

Besides the political and social climates, the overall structure of city was dreary to say the least. The walls looked to be little more than mud, mortar, and iron spikes slapped upon walls haphazardly. There was no thought to the lines of houses, to their architecture. It was just box, after box, after box. The walls seemed to close in on him, so he mostly spent times on the rooftops. It was easier to for him to move from place to place, especially at night. It seemed like every night, one gang or another converged on anyone who ventured out. Dealing with these ruffians was becoming far too inconvenient as it added at least 10 minutes onto every journey he made. Rooftops were much faster by far. 

There also was very little in the way of greenery. In Darktown, Lowtown, and a place lovingly referred to as the Gallows, there wasn’t a speck of anything green anywhere. Hightown had some shrubs, and a few “trees” hardly taller than he was. In his wanderings on the first day, he came upon a large tree. Well, large in terms of what could be compared to in Kirkwall. In Lorien it wouldn’t be considered much more than a seedling. But, it had been far to long since he had stood under the calming shadow of a tree, or heard leaves whisper on a breeze. The residents here, who also were called elves for a reason Haldir couldn’t explain given their differences, had painted the bottom of the tree red, with curling white filigree. It obviously held a great amount of significance to these people, so out of politeness, he did not climb it even though he wanted nothing more than to feel the cradle of it’s limbs under him. So, he came every day, just to stand under it. As he was doing right now. 

II.                The Wounded Coast

Haldir thought he’d never be able to hear the ocean again. He needed to get away from Kirkwall for a while, and so he just walked. He followed his feet, letting them take him where they would. He came upon a bluff, and his nose was hit with the smell of salt and seaweed. He took a deeper breath, and followed the bluff down to the coast. 

He toed off his boots, letting feet shift into the sand as the waves lapped at them. He hissed at the cold, but couldn’t pull himself out of it. He let his eyes drink in the sweeping seascape, and he felt like he could finally breathe for the first time since coming to this forsaken place. With no purpose, and no home, he felt more wraith than elf.  He swathed himself in the cover of his cloak, just wandering, watching, existing. A ship without a rudder or sail. He turned left to look at the towering rock pillars that had slowly been eroded by the churning sea. He scooped up his boots, and then climbed the rock, very carefully due to the slippery surface. Once up on the rock, he sat and watched, finally feeling like Haldir again.

III.               Speak Friend and Enter!

Got a random scenario? Wanna go climb some shit? Get a drink? Let’s talk. Haldir needs some friends.

 

 

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[hallabackdir]

Haldir lets out a soft chuckle, and moves his direction, heart lightening. His easy manner reminded him more and more of Estel. Although they had never been as close as he was with Legolas, he still counted him in the few people he would call a friend. He hoped he could also do so with Elros in the future.

"You know us Silvans." He said with a shrug and shy grin once he was standing next to him. "Always were ones to admire landscapes. May I sit with you? Or would you rather scare off all the fish?"

[tar_minyatur]

He laughs and sits up a bit, gesturing to the spot next to him.

"By all means, come and sit! I'm not catching much at the moment, anyway - if there is even anything to catch, this close to shore! How are you finding yourself?"

[hallabackdir]

He goes where he is invited, sitting cross legged next to the other. He took a small moment, wondering if Elros every felt as homesick as he did. He seemed to be the sort to slip easily into new situations. He was more than a little envious. "I am better now. How do you fair?"

[tar_minyatur]

"Eh, well enough."

He shrugs.

"I miss being able to come down to the shore and talk to Osse or Uinen or Ulmo, though. I was only just getting used to not being able to hear the Song of the water, and now I can't even talk to it's lords. It's a bit lonely, if I'm honest."

[hallabackdir]

His comment caused Haldir to look up at him in awe and a little shock. He still talked to the lords? He sighed, and looked back toward the sea again.

"I know the feeling. The forest and animals here have different songs. I can hear them, but know not what they say." He paused, hoping Lord Elros didn't mind him confiding in him. "It has been... hard for me lately. Kirkwall is very different from Lorien. I miss my forests, my home...my purpose."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros grimaces understandingly.

"That must be hard. I know I'm technically more Sindar than Noldor or even human, but the forests never spoke to me the way the sea does. But I have the ocean here, where you don't really have the trees! I'm sorry, Haldir. As for a purpose - I'm rather bored too. I suppose we could look into joining the guard or similar."