Kizár Elená Durin · @SilmarilNaro
21st Jan 2016 from TwitLonger
Stone-verse: A Dream Meeting (Wishesverse Cross).
After http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1so6kl2
Wolfstone Hall echoes with another life and lives cross in dreams.
@AnvariShadow @SilmarilNaro @Valandhir @SilmarilAndrast
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Anvari
Anvari had resettled to sleep again, all the excitement of finding Maedhros' and Elennárë's nephew made it hard to sleep, but his body demanded some rest. Eventually he slipped into a restless sleep and her was dreaming again.
He stood in the ruins of the manor, they seemed different and half shrouded in dark mists, like it was a very darkish autumn evening. He could see the lights of the houses, there were people here. Then suddenly, he heard the child laughing again, like he had in the dream before waking. He could not see the child, but it was out there, somewhere in the mist....
Elennárë
Elennárë felt herself wandering, like she did while away from her stoneform, but there was an odd duality to the feeling. Somewhere she was also rolling, not in a human form but as a stone like she had before Kíli made her ring. She heard voices, as if in the distance, someone that sounded like Boromir was talking somewhere, from another indistinct direction a cat meowed in curiosity, and a small child laughed and called "Cat" in Khuzdul followed by repeating "Kitty" in Westron.
She tried to follow the voice but felt her human self falling into the background and her stone-self taking over. There were footsteps in one direction that sounded louder and more real than other things she heard, making her roll towards them instead.
Anvari
Anvari stood still when he heard the male voice, he sounded like Boromir, ere he heard the cat meowing and the child laughing and calling the cat in two languages. She shook his head. What was this place? A vision of sorts?
Light steps approached and to his surprise he saw Lady Elennárë approach from the mists. She looked less human and more elven, and all the more radiant in that moment. He approached her, her elven form was taller than her human form was, making him look smaller beside her. "Elennárë?" he asked softly. "What is this place?"
He could hear the cat meow again and the child clap it's hands. "Oromë hunt!" it called in an odd mix of Dwarven and Westron.
Elennárë
For a moment as Anvari spoke, Elennárë's mind was clear and she tried to think of an answer but as soon as the child spoke, the duality came to the fore again and part of her knew Asár and Anvari was the stranger to her. Her hands moved to hold her head as she shook it slowly, as her eyes caught sight of a sphere between her feet that while black, seemed like it was dusted with gold.
"I-I don't know..." the confusion in her mind came out in a stutter as she tried to answer. "I feel like I am dreaming of another life, but I do not know which me I am supposed to be..."
Anvari
Anvari stepped closer to her, gently touching her hand. "Maybe both? if this is another life... then maybe there is something here you need to see?" He was not quite sure but something was strange here. Odd really.
Out of the mist he saw the child come running, chasing after a cat, that raced around the bushes. "Asar... leave Oromë to his huntings." he heard a deeper voice add. Out of the mist a dwarf had come and for one painful moment Anvari wondered if he was seeing his father - for the dwarf showed the signs he also knew in his father. But this was not Frérin, even as he had a thin stature and the... aura... of someone who had been through the dark.
Elennárë
"Kélan!" The part of Elennárë that knew Asár came strongly to the fore as she recognised the dwarf. Somewhere in the back of her mind, where the other remained was a little bemused at how an Ardan name managed to cross into Thedas, but the thought remained a whisper as Elennárë rolled over to her friend and protector as he picked up his toddler son.
"I... don't know what is happening, I feel like I am dreaming of another life..." She turned to look back at Anvari again, the part of her who knew Kélan better seeing how there were similarities in their faces, though Anvari looked better, the face of a dwarf who had not suffered slavery.
Kélan
"Sister," Kélan allowed his son to actually hold the dark stone, which made Asár smile. "Auntie." he said in Adûnaic. Kélan gently touched her too. "Do you remember how we first met?" he asked, his eyes going past her, and for a moment he could see the form of a dwarrow with dark hair and blue eyes. He has seen this dwarrow before, even if he fades into the mists again.
"Another... self of you came to Mt. Gundabad accompanied by a dwarrow... she helped me find you. Can it be, that you are dreaming of something similar? That another life... another path... is calling out for you?" She had the gift to see the patterns of the world, this much he knew, though what it meant remained to be seen.
Elennárë
Elennárë turned around in a small amount of shock, her gaze fixed on Anvari. With the memory of Gundabad in her mind she stepped over to Anvari and raised a hand to gently touch his face. "He was born to different parents... but still the same person..." she murmured softly. "She held back, felt that she could not tell me much as our world had lost too much... too many people dead, too many doors closed for him to be born..."
Something shifted in her demeanour, only small, but still there as she turned to look back at Kélan. "And again you see another life, one a little closer to yours, but I apologise to say, a bit more fortunate. Slaves who escaped, some who never were to start with..." She shook her head, not wanting to hurt Kélan with details. "I still wish to see that life, I think I know who she is, as another me briefly stepped into her world and later gave me the memories of it. I feel she knows some things I will need."
Kélan
Kélan gently took her hand. "Do not fear to hurt me. That day... the other you came here, I learned that my life in their world must have been different, for she was horrified to see me, as was her companion." he small self-ironic smile flitted across his features. "I guess either I managed to die properly, or I escaped there... who knows? Do not fear, my friend... whatever help I can give you to speak to your other self, you shall have it."
Anvari
Anvari had felt Elennárë's touch, her words, realizing more and more that this was an entirely different life he was seeing. And that dwarf... Kélan, the fallen one - could he be Kíli? If so, than his path had been truly dark. What fascinated him more than that was the child, Asár, that was now directly looking at him.
Elennárë
"Someone tried to kill him, but he escaped." Elennárë told Kélan, the divide between the lives mingling here widening enough for her stoneform to be able to roll over to Asár, curious about his fascination with Anvari. "Thirán found a way out, with a number of his fellows... Anvari is his. As for myself..." Part of her dual self watched as Asár approached Anvari, a hand reaching out to him. "I came up elsewhere... in Mordor in fact, and found Boromir as I tried to head west. He and Kíli have gone south, taking Thirán's people to the White Mountains, but I am headed for the coast - I found Maitimo and we are going to see Cáno and Elenlossë and..."
Kélan
"Thirán..." Kélan's voice chokes as he hears the name. "I knew him... he was a captive too. I'd have never survived without him. He died... died the very day Boromir freed us." It had been Thirán's dying words, that Kélan needed to find something, someone to live for, that had made Kélan originally decide to try and make himself useful for Gondor's campaign against the Orcs. That he would fall in love with the very man who had freed him... he had not expected then. Kélan wanted to say more, to ask about the coast, maybe his sister could find her family there too, but Asár had reached Anvari and looked up at him.
Anvari
Anvari squatted down, to be almost eye-level with the child. Asár had fierce green eyes and black hair. there was something... something that he could not name, a kinship that he could not deny. Suddenly the child launched forward to hug him, Anvari closed both arms around the small boy, when suddenly pictures flooded his mind, the first were childish pictures, of the boy, his parents... and suddenly he saw another dwarf, older, looking much like Anvari himself did. "You and I... we are..." he stumbled over the words.
"In the stone we are one." The child whispered, still holding onto him.
Elennárë
While hearing Asár's words distracted the Elennárë who knew him, the one who was Anvari's friend was reaching out, calling. She reached beyond the mists, reached to a beacon that allowed her to call further, and felt a response return.
Lossanárë
Lossanárë had returned to Vingilot while her sister slept where she watched the world sail by, not thinking about much beyond reading shapes into clouds. Her meandering thoughts were interrupted by a feeling that was not the usual that she felt along the link to her sister, but strangely trying to pull her into sleep. For something with such a soporific feeling, it became very insistent and Losá had to brave the feeling and let herself be pulled into a dream.
She turned to look at her sister holding a stone sphere in hands. She saw Anvari to on side but did not pay attention, stepping towards Elennárë.
Elennárë
"She needs her sister," Elennárë held out her other self to Losá. "Can you call her as Andraste called to you?"
Lossanárë
Lossanárë placed her hands over the stone in her sister's hold. "I will do my best Dawnstar."
Kélan
Kélan watched surprised when a beautiful second lady appeared out of nothing. He was sure that he heard the other life of his stone-friend speak, and very insistently so. Ever since he had promised Kizár to look after her alter ego here, he had tried his best, but he had never thought of searching for more.
Lossanárë
Lossanárë concentrated, trying to work out how her Other had reached her. It had seemed so simple then, but now that she tried, she felt as if she was getting nowhere.
Elennárë
Both sides of Elennárë now had their attention on their sister, and quickly felt the echo that grew stronger in her. As Lossanárë opened her eyes, Elennárë could see the distinct presence of two of her, just as she was her two selves, more or less mixing.
"Sister..." she spoke in Quenya, reaching up to touch Losá's cheek. "Stay with me, help me shape this so we may keep it."
Lossanárë
Lossanárë gave her a smile and leaned into the touch, reaching on a deeper level to create a bond they would keep when the dreamer awoke and left them behind.
As if some shock went through her, there were two, and one approached Kélan. "I do not know how well you can craft, but I can give you what you need, when you have time to go hunting for our brother." In her hands was a ball of shifting light, with patterns that could be faintly seen drifting through it. Here in dreams it was a representation of memories, like those given to her sister by Lord Námo. Memories of her own study into her sister's transformation ring, knowledge she had gained from Aelin about the Star Crystal. "If Aelin is still in Middle Earth, he may be able to craft them, and Telperinquar may possibly be on Himring, but other than them, Nelyafinwë Maitimo will be the best. Look for him in the north of Angmar, possibly in the company of a dwarf of the Reach."
Kélan
Kélan closed his eyes as the patterns flashed through his mind, their were horribly complex, layered, twisting and altering in way that were hard to understand, even as they did feel somewhat familiar. "I could not craft it," he said softly, looking up at her. "What I know of crafting is... dark." he did not elaborate, but focused on the patterns. "But I will go and find your brother, for there *is* a story Boromir brought back from court about a strange elf and dwarf haunting the northern ranges. If we do not find them, we can try Himring." He knew Boromir would understand, and if it meant finding help for their sister, he would not hesitate.
Lossanárë
"Thank you. Any life we may touch, I do believe we owe to give them a way to reach one another." Lossanárë smiled softly and looked towards her sister and her Other. Elennárë was now distinctly two again, even as the Elven one still held the stone in her hands. She had a feeling most of what this dream was meant for was now done, certainly a big reason for she and her sister was resolved, as far as she understood.
Elennárë
Elennárë turned towards Asár, having felt her sister's thought. She stepped towards the child and knelt, holding out her other self to him. "I think we know what you needed to tell, and I have told your auntie what she needed too."
Kélan
Asár took the stone into both his tiny hands, looking up at the radiant ladies. "Splinters." he said with a soft lisp. "you need to find all your splinters." Then he darted back towards Kélan, almost hiding behind him.
Kélan looked at the two sisters, their radiant forms and wondered what their path might be. "The Light protect both of you." he said after a moment. Then a thought came to him. "If... if you know Boromir in your world and time. Tell him, that.... that he should not send his brother to the elves when the time comes." It was cryptic enough, but Kélan knew how hard Faramir's loss had been for Boromir and maybe... maybe it did not have to happen there.
While he himself was at peace with this life, was happy with what he had now, maybe he could do something for Boromir.
Elennárë
Elennárë nodded, Kélan's advice echoing in what she had absorbed from her other self. That version of her had an impression of knowledge, but not experience that implied she had already heard the story behind that recommendation but had not lived it herself.
"If events go enough like your life for someone to go, then I will let him know not to let Faramir go." She answered with a small smile. "I do not know though, I have an impression my life is going quite different."
Kélan
"That would be a good thing, then." Kélan replied. If their lives were vastly different, than maybe Boromir would not experience so much cold, so much loneliness, maybe he would never come to the conclusion he had no heart left. "Be safe, may the light watch over you."
He could see the mist recede and suddenly it was only him and Asár standing in the foggy gardens, Asár still clutching the stone.
Anvari
Startled Anvari woke from sleep, the echo of the child's laughter still ringing in his ears.