Boromir Aesir · @Boromir_Aesir
4th Apr 2015 from TwitLonger
Stone-verse: Boromir and Elennárë talk.
After http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1slipkv
Brother and sister talk.
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Their group had halted in a wider section of the roadway that Argáz had identified as being specifically carved as a stopping point where travelers of the dwarf roads could camp. There was a small stream of water there and evidence of old fire-pits that Aesa had organised cooking fires in and had a meal set to cook in little time.
Boromir stood back and watched until he spotted his sister, giving her a nod to follow him when she looked his way. She followed him to a small side alcove away from the others.
"You know a lot more about Kíli's past lives than you were willing to say at Ravenér's grave, Dream-Sister," he said, a question implied in his words.
"I know as much as Elenaria learned, which by the time she returned to Cardemir, was quite a lot," Elennárë replied, keeping her voice low. "Her brother had come into his memories and was not suppressing them, but made use of the crafting knowledge in them to make hers and her sister's transformation rings."
"So you know who he once was, you implied he was in the party who tried to rescue Frérin Dragonsbane, but..." Boromir did not finish the sentence but Elennárë nodded, knowing what he was asking.
"Kíli... he was not just some random soldier in Askíl's - Frérin's brother's team, he was Askíl himself, the dwarf who would end up becoming the king who saw out the end of the First Age."
Boromir knew there was more - years of Elennárë sharing his dreams meant he knew her mannerisms well enough to see that in her. She too saw the silent encouragement for her to go on.
"I should say, there is a few legendary figures amongst dwarves, souls who have been sent to live in the world more than a couple of times to do great deeds that the dwarven people were in need of," Elennárë started to explain. "The most legendary was the one who was Kíli's first ancestor, Durin the Deathless. In eras after, there were princes who came to the throne of Durin's Folk who were lauded as being Durin reborn and were given the name 'Durin' as their regnal title."
Boromir nodded quietly as he listened to Elennárë's explanation, glad she understood how to lay it out in a straight-forward manner without descending into technicalities that would end up being confusing.
"Askíl, brother of Frérin Dragonsbane was named Durin the Second." There. She said it.
Boromir frowned at that, going over it in his mind. "So Kíli is Durin the Deathless... and also all of the kings who were titled Durin after him. How many were there?"
"Six," Elennárë said firmly. "Kíli would be Durin the Seventh, if he ever took a throne under the Durin name. That in itself might be trouble, though I would have to ask Kíli on that."
"Trouble how?"
Elennárë sighed and rested her forehead on Boromir's shoulder for a moment. "There is a curse, " she started. "You know the outline of the tale of Telperinquar - Celebrimbor, that is, the Elven smith who was drawn into crafting rings under the guidance of Annatar, Sauron in fair form." She took a slightly shuddering breath as Boromir acknowledge her words, emotion affecting her as she thought about her nephew. "Telpë - he was my nephew so I cannot help think of him by the Quenya pronunciation - was close friends with Thoraine, Durin the Third. Or well, when I say 'close friends' they were more than that." She grimaced as she looked at the frown that brought to his face. "Suffice to say, it was at least in part because Thoraine was close to Telpë that he even accepted the First of the Seven Rings given to the Dwarf Lords, and between being an arcane smith himself and pure dwarfish stubbornness, fought off the control the ring tried to take on him, resisting becoming a servant of Sauron the way the Nine did. Only... he did not see at that point the hidden backup in the ring, a curse that would attack him and his house ever after."
"And this curse... you are concerned it is still in effect?" Boromir guessed what she was leading to.
"Yes, I worry over that," Elennárë nodded. "I should ask Kíli if he knows if it was broken. If not... if he takes the name of Durin publicly, it might be awoken and come after him... and I fear once awake it would also attack Thirán and Anvari as well, as they are Kíli's closest kin."
"But going back to Kíli's identity, you did not want to say out loud that he was Askíl," Boromir said. While the issue of a possible curse was something to fear, they would have to wait until Elennárë asked about it before they could work out what to do about it.
"I don't want to push him too fast right now. It is obvious to me that he was traumatized when he fought Smaug, and from losing Thorin and Fíli. If he is not ready to face his past lives, then pushing it on him will only traumatize him the further and I do not want that. Not for him or for you either, Dream-Brother."
Boromir looked at her with a slight fond smiles sneaking onto his face. "For that I thank you, Sister, I fo not want to see him hurt, if it can be avoided." He reached up to brush a lock of her hair aside. "But those memories will not stay buried forever, and I doubt he will come out totally unscathed when they do surface."
"No, you're right in that," Elennárë agreed. "But I hope to be there when they do, and if I cannot, I hope you will. Like I said to him, one or both of us will be there to support him through it."
"We will, Sister, we will." And with that Boromir pressed a fond brotherly kiss to her brow and lead the way back to the camp.