Cardanith

The lyrics contained within the entry are from "Achilles Come Down" by Gang of Youths

The self is not so weightless

OOC: Dear reader, this exchange is written form the perspective of one Dalbran, Son of Gurrni, recalling a chance meeting he had with a Noldo. Not only is it written with comedic purpose in mind, but it's also to be taken with a beardful of salt, considering Dalbran's usual bravado and selective memory. That being said, enjoy!

“Had you much chance to gaze upon these falls in peace as of late?” Mylher asks, approaching the elder elleth as she watches the falls of Imladris crash down in dazzling disarray. Mallossel turns her head for a moment to look at Mylher before her eyes return to the water. 

“I’m… sorry, hiril. I don’t understand,” Ithilwe says as he looks to her with eyes lost in confusion and grief. “You did not die. You are in front of me here, alive, breathing.”

Rings like chains wrap around fingers too soft to know the hardship of love and loyalty; of war and betrayal. She is dressed in a gown of white; lilies adorn hair too clean to have ever been stained with blood and gore. She is smiling. She is beautiful. It is her wedding day.

Mallossel furrows her brows and looks away from him. "I understand. But I would do what I did again if it meant you were safe."

Blameless.

.Blameless

-Morgul Vale, T.A.-

“Mallossel, cease! That is an order from the First Autarch!” Cardanith hissed after her; she felt a hand try to grab her cloak but it fell short. The world seemed to slow down as she raised her halberd high into the area, glinting light off of the dim moon.

A sequel for Myhler's "Memory: Challange" story.

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