Confused thinking, hardly has Undómion been like this! Perhaps save the years that followed being sightless. Hardly his ire is stirred, yet somehow the ellon he challenged managed to achieve it. Frustration, anger...it gave Undómion a head ache. Not even his wife could completely remove it. One more day...then he could leave.
Who was being irrational? Was it he, or Ráolor? Undómion had no intention of this starting, so the blame could be put on the other elf. However, it was the blinded one's choice to accept it.
'I still have my dignity.' He hissed beneath his breath while he thought.
Undómion thought back what he said, and perhaps regretted it. He did enjoy life in Middle-Earth still...well, perhaps not by being in front of a bonfire for a week, but in other situations where he was not 'forced', he enjoyed it well, and even more when his mate was close. There was still work to be done, however, the only thing he knew best was providing messenger birds. While that seemed to satisfy the need to do something despite being disabled, other things, he deemed it be pointless.
"Say I belittle our kin, but it is only true that all our work will eventually fade away. Say that we have done deeds beyond reckoning...though where our gifts first came from were given to us by the Valar, and in return we rebel and put a curse on ourselves...Not that I say that I am not cursed, I at least admit the folly of it all..."
Finding his way still. Once he was free to wander things will certainly improve, and even his thoughts will be cleared up.
"I do not know what I want or what to think anymore."
"You will know soon enough, my love...If not now; eventually."
"For Elbereth's sake, when will the answer be clear! Perhaps my other senses being heightened is a curse as well! I may have let myself drift too far off...!" Undómion slammed his hand against the wooden bench, "Perhaps a part of my brain burned that day!"
Whatever nonsense he muttered...far as the elf was concerned, he wanted to leave that dreaded fire badly.
