((For full immersion, I suggest listening to the following song by the talented Adrian Von Ziggler. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLQW_FZsXb0 )) ((Please feel free to leave me comments, thoughts, and the like.))
A lone figure stood under the vast moonless sky. Grey eyes peering at his surroundings through the dim light of the stars. Ruins lay over the landscape. For miles his elven eyes traced their shapes, scattered over the hills. Ahead of him lay a place all too familiar. He strode into the courtyard tall form gracefully covering distance with ease. His eyes surveyed his home of old, sadness mirrored plainly upon them. Once proud towers, bastions of strength, slowly crumbled under the weight of time. Walls of white stone, once covered with elegant engravings and rich tapestries. Now lay in ruin, scared by battle and neglect.
“To witness that which you observed in its splendor, fall into decay, and become ruin. To see it torn asunder by darkness, and stand helpless as hope and light fade into black despair. Tis worse than death my son...” The words of his father echoed in Haldaer's head from a lifetime long past.
"Thus is my curse," he murmured. To have lived through the ages of this world, only to die in spirit time and time again. The night, quiet around him, stood peaceful in contrast to the tumult within himself. He sang then, softly at first, his deep fair voice bathing the ruins in sorrowful song:
Eregion, once strong and fair.
Victim of our woes, inheritor of our strife.
With lust we dwelt, and with lust were snared.
Eregion, once young, full of life.
Eregion, once peaceful and naive.
Power ill we craved, and power ill we found.
Proud we were, yea the proud be easily deceived.
Eregion, by arrogance crowned.
Eregion, thunder and throne.
Hammer on anvil, War! War! War!
Blood. Battle. We fought, and tore ye to the bone.
Eregion, passes into lore.
Silence once again descended upon the ruins as the haunting rich tones of his lament faded. Haldaer stood unmoving, his head bowed, eyes closed.
