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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.

 

 

Comments

[serannas]

"It's so strange to me, that jewels could tear people apart like this. But I guess I was raised to value more practical things, and anything frivolous was still useful to me in some way, like a book or a decorative comb." Ellana shakes her head.

"I suppose it can only be good for him -- for Maedhros, I mean -- to be away from those jewels. I haven't heard much of Fingon. What is he known for?"

[hallabackdir]

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, trying to recall the history.

"I didn't know him personally, rather in the stories told through the ages. He was known as Fingon the Valiant, a title only given to precious few. It was he that sought to heal the rift between the Sons of Feanor and his people. In the tales that were told to me, he posessed a strong noble character, and a bright mind. He saved Meadhros from cirtain peril and death, and he fought against the forces of Morgoth valiently. He was made High King of Noldor, and it is said he led his people well."

"Lady Galadriel would have better knowledge of who he realy is. They are kin, and knew each other well I believe."

[serannas]

Giving a thoughtful hum, she says, "I'll ask her, then. but it's also valuable to get information from someone who's only heard stories. It paints a picture of someone whose deeds made him famous. He sounds like a peacekeeper; brave and wise too. I hope I have reason to meet him." Despite the smaller force here in Kirkwall, it's easy to miss people if their paths have no reason to cross.

"Thank you for giving me your opinions. Or I guess I could say 'ma serannas.' That's the elven phrase for thank you here."

[hallabackdir]

He smiled, fully this time, turning himself a little so he could look at her better.

"Ma serannas" he parroted back, tasting the new sounds as they rolled around his tongue. "In my lady's tongue, it would be 'Hantanyel', and in my own, less colorful tongue, 'Le hannon'."

He bowed his head to her slightly, looking up through his eyelashes. "Le hannon, Ellana. Our conversation has lifted my spirits more than you know."

[serannas]

"Le hannon," she repeats, to ensure she can say it right. Though she feels he hardly need thank her for anything. To her, she was just conversing with a new person and hadn't been striving to find enlightening topics of conversation. But despite that, it seems he's had a good time.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it! Maybe we can do this again sometime?" It's getting pretty late, and she should head back.

[hallabackdir]

"I would like that. I am usually running around in this area. Or, if you have need of anything, Lady Galadriel will know how to find me. She has... unusual methods, but they are effective."

He stood, brushing away the dirt from his cloak and armor a little. He extended is hand to her, hoping to aid her as she stood herself. She had been kind to him, and Galadriel had expressed her approval of this elf. She seemed sure on her feet, but he would not like her to hurt herself if it could be prevented.

[serannas]

Taking his hand with a grateful smile, she stands and puts her journal away back in her bag, slinging the strap across her chest.

"I'll keep that in mind. And before I go, here's how we say goodbye: dareth shiral." She punctuates that with a little wave before heading to the edge of the roof to climb back down.

[hallabackdir]

"Na lû e-govaned vîn", he said with a bow. He crossed his arm over his chest, and then extended it out to her. "Until next we meet." He watched as she climbed down.

"Savo 'lass a lalaith" he said softly, still staring at where she had been.