07-19-2017, 07:17 PM
It was a rare dream that he would find himself in the Glen where those that had passed would be waiting for the reforming of the world. He dreamt himself present in that Glen, and there seated in front of him was his mother, flowers woven into hair pale hair, her dark eyes glinting with merriment.
"Mae govannen, henig." She murmured, pulling him up as he mutely followed her, his grip on his mother's hand tightening as she led him through a copse of trees until they reached a clearing.
His breath caught in his throat, he looked at his father who was wrestling with Airemana while Glandur was seated upon a rock, plucking at his zither. He recognised the tune as a lullaby sung to them by their father when they were little.
"Na vedui, Muindor!" Glandur breathed out, setting aside his instrument and tackling Erumollien.
The Elvenking startled himself by laughing as he pressed a kiss upon his brother's brow before he was sudddenly being embraced tightly by his sister.
"Muinthel!" Erumollien exclaimed as he pressed his forehead against Airemana who gave him a wide smile.
He was pulled up by his father who clasped his hand tightly before embracing him.
"We were worried you would not be able to find your way here, ion nin." His father murmured as he ran a hand through Erumollien's hair. He felt his mother's roughened hands upon his neck as she traced a scar that he'd gained when he suffered through an attempted assassination.
"And to think it took you a consort to find your way." His mother murmured, he sighed and shrugged.
"I suppose?" His mother tugged sharply at his hair and he winced.
"Give him a chance, little prince or so help me." Erumollien grimaced and sighed.
"Very well, Nanneth." He grumbled, his mother nodded and began humming.
"Your father and I married for love but I can promise you, my first meeting with him involved pouring dirty water on his royal head by accident." The Elvenking laughed and found himself taking solace from his mother's words.
Closing his eyes, he felt himself return to consciousness and he looked at the ceiling, relishing in the lingering touch of his mother and the familiarity of his family. Turning to lie on his side, he gazed at his consort and sighed.
"Perhaps...I can learn..." He murmured to himself as he watched his consort's peaceful slumber.
Mae govannen, henig. - Well met, child.
Na vedui, Muindor! - At last, Dear Brother!
Muinthel - Dear/est Sister
Ion nin - My Son
Nanneth - Mother
"Mae govannen, henig." She murmured, pulling him up as he mutely followed her, his grip on his mother's hand tightening as she led him through a copse of trees until they reached a clearing.
His breath caught in his throat, he looked at his father who was wrestling with Airemana while Glandur was seated upon a rock, plucking at his zither. He recognised the tune as a lullaby sung to them by their father when they were little.
"Na vedui, Muindor!" Glandur breathed out, setting aside his instrument and tackling Erumollien.
The Elvenking startled himself by laughing as he pressed a kiss upon his brother's brow before he was sudddenly being embraced tightly by his sister.
"Muinthel!" Erumollien exclaimed as he pressed his forehead against Airemana who gave him a wide smile.
He was pulled up by his father who clasped his hand tightly before embracing him.
"We were worried you would not be able to find your way here, ion nin." His father murmured as he ran a hand through Erumollien's hair. He felt his mother's roughened hands upon his neck as she traced a scar that he'd gained when he suffered through an attempted assassination.
"And to think it took you a consort to find your way." His mother murmured, he sighed and shrugged.
"I suppose?" His mother tugged sharply at his hair and he winced.
"Give him a chance, little prince or so help me." Erumollien grimaced and sighed.
"Very well, Nanneth." He grumbled, his mother nodded and began humming.
"Your father and I married for love but I can promise you, my first meeting with him involved pouring dirty water on his royal head by accident." The Elvenking laughed and found himself taking solace from his mother's words.
Closing his eyes, he felt himself return to consciousness and he looked at the ceiling, relishing in the lingering touch of his mother and the familiarity of his family. Turning to lie on his side, he gazed at his consort and sighed.
"Perhaps...I can learn..." He murmured to himself as he watched his consort's peaceful slumber.
Mae govannen, henig. - Well met, child.
Na vedui, Muindor! - At last, Dear Brother!
Muinthel - Dear/est Sister
Ion nin - My Son
Nanneth - Mother