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Post by rheavon on Nov 13, 2007 15:21:34 GMT -4
Rheavon walked solemnly beside the litter, his right hand holding up his corner. He had barely known the man that he now helped to bear up to the awaiting pyre. Glancing absently up at the sky, he let his eyes slide shut, letting the large rain drop fall on his face, streaking down his cheeks like tears. Thoughts slid lazily through his mind, 'how could this have happened?', 'I had just found him...why...'. He couldn't bring himself to cry though.
Returning his thoughts to the now, he turned slightly, going up the steps on the left, he glanced up to Breena, gently he touched her hand that helped to bear the load, squeezing for a moment as he slowly took her side of the litter. Lifting up over his head, a stranger on the other end doing the same, they slide the Litter evenly onto the oil soaked Pyre.
Taking a step back he bowed slightly, before walking over to the front row of those mourning. Falling in silently he let his piercing eyes fall lightly to the first man chosen to speak in remembrance of the great leader, who now was to be laid to rest.
Rheavon's time would come, he knew that he would be going up to speak soon. He was chosen last to speak though, to speak for the stranger on the pyre, the man he barely knew...His Father.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 13, 2007 15:36:23 GMT -4
Breena gripped upon her corner and stared into the distance, rather blankly. She pursed her lips and bowed her head as she felt Rhea's hand upon her own. It was an odd sensation being there, the man that had saved her life, falling so soon to his own death. And yet, she wasn't completely laden with sadness, Breena’s stemmed from Rheavon's mourning, yet she wondered how this would change him. For he had never really known his Father... Breena bit her lip and took a few steps backward, her normally sharp glance was softened as they landed upon Rheavon's form. She watched him until he fell in line next to her form.
As the moments went on Breena slowly slipped her arm from her side, her fingers sprawling outwards to catch hold of Rheavon’s hand. Her fingers curled around his in a gentle squeeze, and then they laced up with his fingers. She wanted to whisper to him, to say it would be okay, yet she didn’t know if it would be, or how this would affect him…
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Post by rheavon on Nov 13, 2007 16:30:22 GMT -4
Listening in silence as other men spoke of the deeds that his father had done, trying to focus on the words, he sighed gratefully as he felt her fingers intertwine with his own, giving the a light squeeze. He felt the grief, he knew he had just lost much, but for the lack of knowledge of the man he had just learned was his father, he felt that little would change for him. The castle that was only to be temporarily his, the two otherworldly blades, lordship of this area, where now to be truly his.
Holding back another moment, drawing Breena into a light hug, he closed his eyes for a moment as the second last speaker finished. Nodding silently, he gently pushed away from her, walking to the side he lightly grabbed one of the torches, holding it in his hands he raised his voice for all to hear.
"Few of you I have met, even fewer of you I actually know...but all of you I thank for coming. For those of you who do not know me, I am Rheavon, Durin's only son. I did not grow up with him, nor did I even know him till this last few weeks. He came upon us, randomly, unable to remember his own name, and saved Breena's life. He traveled with us, shared our camp, our company, and my quest to find the very man we were traveling with. I barely got a chance to know him, I found out it was him 3 days ago..." pausing for a moment to keep himself composed, before going on, "When we found out who he was, and he found us, we were forced into a situation of life and death...Durin gave his life so not only I could live...but Breena as well, he saved us at the cost of his own life. If I could have one wish...I would wish that I could have known him better. I hope to fulfill that wish with all of you. You were all friends of my father, I hope to learn from you, more of what life was to him." Unable to go on he let a soft sigh escape his lips...knowing that he had said enough. Meeting the eyes of every person there, he let his eyes linger on Bree for a moment before turning his back to them.
Striding slowly up to the pyre he said gently, barely over a whisper, but his words seemed to carry to every ear, "Farewell Durin, We return you to the world from where we are born.." As the last words trail from his lips he lets the torch fall from his hands, landing at the base of the pyre, its flames licking the oil soaked wood for moments before igniting it. The heat tried to force Rheavon back, but he moved not, letting the fire reach and flicker towards him, barely out of reach. Closing his eyes, he watches with his minds eye as the Pyre is engulfed in the hungry flames.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 13, 2007 17:21:51 GMT -4
The words of the men seemed so distant to her, and they fell upon her ears as hushed whispers, for her mind was with Rheavon. The despair she felt for him at the time was indeed great, and then she began to wonder if this would change his outlook upon his castle, his land, and his hold upon life. And if he would stay in his castle.. Breena sucked in a breath of air as Rheavon drew her near to him, and she embraced him warmly, her fingers swirling along his back, nails gently tickling upon his skin, and then a squeeze followed. Blue eyes gazed up at Rheavon, the fire from the torch danced within her eyes, which were now beginning to glaze over with tears.
A smile seemed to tug upon the corner’s of Breena’s lips and she couldn’t help but think it was Durin’s own doing. He stumbled upon the pair when they were in need, and saved her life, and it was humorous in a way, that whilst Rheavon was searching for him, he was there all along. A few tears trickled down the cheeks of Breena, she swallowed hard to fight back the tears, and stubbornly she wiped them away. Slowly her eyes met with Rheavon’s and though she wanted desperately to turn away, she held the gaze, and allowed him to see the pain she shared with him. As he turned his back to them all and his words poured into the still and silent air, her shoulders quaked, and tears fell from her eyes, streamed down her cheeks, painting the lines red. When the torch fell upon the oil, and the flames began to drink it in, feeding their hunger, Breena turned her back to it. The heat of the fire stung her back, and the shadows played before her in a horrifying scene, for the flames soon devoured the former being known as Durin Stormweaver..
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Post by rheavon on Nov 13, 2007 17:31:25 GMT -4
Finally turning his back to the Pyre, his eyes meet everyone's taking in their faces for a moment he says gently "I have posted a guard to watch the flames and to take heed, for now though...let us go inside the keep.." forcing a light smile he goes on, "I'm sure hes touched by us being here....but I doubt he wishes us join him from catching a chill" with that and a nod, 3 squires came out, setting up a watch tent that they would soon sit in. Nodding silently he fell in beside Breena, walking towards the castle.
Rheavon let his fingers reach out, to touch her hand, taking her hand in his own, he held it for support, leading the column of people into the keep, where a modest meal and enough Ale for them all to celebrate Durin's accomplishments wait.
A few people would fall in with Rheavon, speaking the odd word of support, or condolence. He just let himself nod, letting the words slide over him, barely letting them sink in, he appreciated the gesture that was being made, but didn't wish to hear it yet.
Stepping up before the doors he pushes them open, standing to the side to let everyone enter. The mousy man who Rheavon had met a mere 3 weeks past at this location was there, dressed in mourning, but nodded to Rheavon that everything was done and the preparations were complete.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 13, 2007 17:51:15 GMT -4
Breena was more than happy, and more than ready to leave this sight, for she feared that if she were to weep like this much longer, than she would surely need aid in walking. In the depths of her mind, she wondered where such a weeping stemmed from, yes she was grieved by the passing of Durin, yet she had no real attachment to him, and she idly wondered if it came from her own guilt. She knew there was a day that she would return to her homeland, and that day grew nearer and nearer. Her hand went up again to wipe away the tears, and this time it drew the hood to her cloak up over her head, shadowing her reddened face.
Gladly the woman clasped upon Rheavon’s hand, for she in truth needed supporting of her own, though it was his time to be in need. A jagged breath was drew as she inhaled and as she exhaled it was none the better, she tried to calm herself, though it really wasn’t of any help. Just as the good people went on about Durin’s accomplishments, his failings, his inward battles, nothing could ease the pain, or hole that Rheavon felt. All Breena did was gently squeeze his hand, whenever she felt him grow weakened by his state of grief.
As they entered the palace, the woman allowed her hood to fall to her shoulders, she bowed her head to the man at the door, he was still somewhat surprised that Breena was still around, and somewhat glad she was too. When she entered through a great hallway, she slipped her cloak off and soon one of the maidens took it away. Breena blinked a few times and simply laughed to herself, she wondered if she could ever get used to such a living… the thought made her sigh. She then folded her hands in front of herself and awaited Rheavon..
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Post by rheavon on Nov 13, 2007 17:58:25 GMT -4
Once everyone was in and had their coats taken he lead them to what was usually the ball room. Large kegs of ale lined one wall, an army of servants around the room to help the guests out with what they need.
With a soft sigh, he lead Breena to a table on the far side of the room, pulling out a chair for her to sit, smiling reassuringly he pushes the chair in for her as she sits, whispering in her ear, "thank you for the support...but if you require anything...please ask." Giving her shoulder a light squeeze as he sat next to her, two mugs of ale already waiting them.
Standing up he calls out loudly for everyone's attention before lifting his mug, finishing it off by loudly saying, "To Durin's Memory!" with that he waited while the room echoed his call, then took a long drink, and sat back down.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 13, 2007 19:16:23 GMT -4
Her eyes surveyed the ballroom, noting every detail, from the kegs that dotted along the wall, to the servants who awaited for instruction. And the great hall was decorated beautifully, the House’ colors in clear display, the finest silver and china was out for tonight. For this was a celebration, a memorial, anything but mourning the loss of a fine man. Breena followed beside Rhea, she herself was adorned in the House’ colors, and once again she was wearing a dress. It fit her well, accentuating every curve her form had, from her bosom, to her hips, to her buttocks. She had her hair down, but pulled back away from her face, which seemed to be glowing at the time.
The woman’s form lowered itself down in the chair, her head lowering but leaning towards Rheavon’s lips. She smiled as his words hit her Elven ears, her hand then placed itself atop his for a moment. “I’m fine..” She whispered in return to him. As his voice boomed out across the hall, she turned her gaze forward, her eyes were soft, but little by little their intensity returned. “To Durin!” She cried out. A sip of the ale was all she took, and as the servants began to serve the food, the roar of the guests went up in the hall. Breena’s hand slid over to grip the top of Rheavon’s, she then gave a gentle squeeze before she spoke. “He would be proud of you, Rheavon.” Was all she managed to squeak out, and she hoped that it was enough.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 12:26:28 GMT -4
Her words, made his heart swell a bit, he hoped he could live up to his Father's memory. Smiling a bit as he saw everyone mingling around, he decided for a moment he would sit with just Breena, enjoy her company and relax before walking out among the rest of the lords.
He couldn't help but chuckle as his thoughts drifted, what would all these high and mighty men think if they knew that the Lord of the evening, the man hosting this celebration of a life that had touched them all, the man they now called their liege...had been an assassin a fort night ago, and the lady with him, had been a thief with her three brothers.
Thinking about the irony of it for a moment he waved the mousy servant over and whispered in his ear for him to retrieve something. Patting the man on the back before he departed, he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands as he watched the happenings in the Ballroom.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 15, 2007 12:52:56 GMT -4
Breena allowed her back to lean against the tall chair, her form slowly relaxed in the cushioned seat and a sigh passed over her lips. She felt torn within; her emotions were as riled as a storm-ridden sea, and yet at the same time, she felt so numb inside. How she wanted to flee from this place, to run as she always did, to hide, as ever yet she could not. For Rheavon was in need and though he was strong and mighty on the outside, she knew he was brittle within. And so for the few moments she went on with her thoughts, how she had promised a week with him, and how it turned in to nearly a month. A chuckle emitted from her, her eyes grew to mere slits. *Oh heavens Breena… You are a fool..* She thought to herself. *Another week perhaps…*
As if Breena could read Rheavon’s thoughts, and perhaps at the time she could, she too chuckled. In addition, she glanced over at him; she gave him a wink and a nod of the head. It was funny how both came from such regal lines, and neither displayed it until now. A thief and an assassin, Liars, Murders, and Thieves, both of them were all three.
A brow arose in question as she watched the minute conversation betwixt the two men, her brow remained raised as she fixated her eyes upon the guests before them. Curiosity soon got the better of her and she turned her attention back to Rheavon. “What was that about?” She whispered to him. Her brow’s knit together in question, and her hair swept across her cheek, masking what she had said to him.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 13:19:52 GMT -4
Glancing over at Breena, he gives her his best innocent grin, "Nothing at all Bree, I don't know what you are talking about." Chuckling at her perplexed look, he settles into his chair, getting comfortable as a few of the lords came by to speak with him.
Turning his attention to the new arrivals, he listened intently to their stories of Durin, of what he was, his thoughts drifting to whether he could fill the spot that his father had left behind.
Occasionally a Lord would inquire about Rheavon's own history, where he had been all these years, how he had tracked down his father. Smiling softly he would recount his growing up in an orphanage, how he had trained himself in combat when he learned that no one was going to help him. Rheavon would also recount his trip here, how he had ran into an old friend of Durin's, found the castle, was shown to the weapon that Durin had left behind, meeting the woman next to him, and the whole adventure they went on. Every word true...he just omitted the reason he came to this area in the first place, and never mentioned what he did for a living, but the lords seemed appeased and would nod, and say they were glad he has come and joined them.
Excusing himself for a moment as the mousy servant showed up, he took up a glass, and had the man pour a helping of one of the fine red wines into it. Lightly turning he placed the glass before Breena. "I'm sure you would appreciate that more than the ale," smiling lightly he had the servant set the bottle down near by for her if she wanted more.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 15, 2007 13:52:48 GMT -4
Breena scolded Rheavon lightly, her eyes softened and brows arose in a peek upon her forehead. “There is no innocence about you anymore, Your Majesty.” With that said she pursed her lips, in little attempt to hide her growing smirk.
As more men poured in to converse with Durin, she pulled her thoughts away from him again, her eyes surveying the ballroom once more. There seemed to be more men than woman present, and the woman that were present were too consumed in either their weeping, or with themselves. A few did approach Breena, and questioned her, and where she hailed from. To which then she would reply with slight honesty, “I hail from Godendar, I am the heir to the throne. Malachi Callaghan was my father, and Amoniel Evaharo my mother. I have been on a grand journey for many years, until recently when Lord Stormweaver stumbled upon me.” Breena inwardly snickered at her ‘truth’, and then she wondered why she even went that far with the truth. She could have simply stated she was a thief, and for many years, her journey was on the road, robbing the wealthy. Just like the many beings that were in this room, in many ways she felt as if she were being a coward.
Breena nearly giggled with glee as the wine appeared in front of her, she was thankful that Rheavon had requested it. It would dull her worries, and mask her caring; it was the only way at the time that she could cope with being two-faced. Therefore, by the next time she was questioned who she was, and if she were Rheavon’s Lady, she was rather blunt, (although that latter had her quite flustered still, and red in the face.) “Oh, Dear Lady.. I am but a thief…” Breena stopped to giggle, and the woman then interjected. “A thief of the good Lord’s heart, Milady!” This then had Breena blushing to a lovely shade of crimson, as well as giggling. Even the truth seemed to fly right over their heads; this brought forth another giggle fit.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 14:07:24 GMT -4
Seeing Breena laughing and enjoying herself he smiled a bit, drinking more of the ale himself, nearly feeling lightheaded. Glancing around the room he saw that several of the guests had left, and several more were on their way out. Feeling that it has been getting late he nodded and stood, the night had been filled with lots of kind thoughts and good gestures...but it was time to come to an end.
Standing up he raised his cup to those who remained, saying loudly "Thank you again for coming, Durin would have appreciated it...but alas it is that time of the night. The servants will be here to help any who wish to stay longer, and we have more than enough rooms for all."
with that he turned to Breena and said softly "m'lady...do you wish to retire?"
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 15, 2007 14:37:22 GMT -4
As the time passed candle’s began to diminish, and the light grew very dim in the ballroom. The servants rushed to replace every candle that burnt out. And when the guests began to dwindle, there came a hush upon the room, and one could hear the faint music playing by the present band. It’s tempo was slow and deep, the violin pierced the air, crying out to all the ears. It shared it’s mournful tale of woe, happiness, and loss, a journey that came to an end.. Nay a journey that had just begun. A new road to travel, and a new life to build.
Breena stood to her feet abruptly, silently wishing she hadn’t, for she had to grip upon the table’s edge to steady herself. “No, Your Majesty. The night is but young, and the band remains! Can you not hear it? It calls to your soul..” Breena allowed her voice to soften a great deal for her last words, and she even took a step closer to Rheavon. “It calls to you, your spirit, and heart..” With her last words, they were barely audible, but by then she was pressed up against the tall man.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 14:46:09 GMT -4
Setting his mug down as she spoke, her words touch him, he smiled lightly as she finished, the last of her words finding their way to his ears only. When she pressed against him, he held her, holding her close and resting his head against hers and smiling.
"yes I hear it.." trailing off not know what else to say, he just held her, letting his eyes slide shut. Finally finishing he says "and I plan on answering the call...you were right, I need to be who I was meant to be...my home is here now and I have a position to fill and people to help...I only hope that you will remain to assist me."
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 15, 2007 15:06:24 GMT -4
As always and seemingly against her will, she reveled in his touch, for her body shivered, not in fear, not in desire, but in elation, and she seemed to grow within each time he did so. And in the corner of her mind she began her withdrawal, even though she deeply wished to spend the rest of her days like this. When he began to speak, it silenced her mind, and she was grateful for had he not, she might have pulled away, but she stood there as he spoke. Her ears drank his voice in, it intoxicated her mind more than any wine or liquor could ever do. Though she had no way of knowing how to rule a land, or even rule a small coterie, she nodded in reply. “I will remain here, and I will aid you..” She left her words at that, knowing that her mind would limit her time spent in the lands..
And so Breena pulled away from Rheavon’s form, his fingers entwined with his and she slowly began to dance with him (though it was far from graceful at this point.) She giggled here and there, occasionally finding herself resting against his form, her head resting against his chest and when she left it there her ear listened to the rhythm of his heart, and how his beats nearly matched hers. In the instant she abruptly stopped listening to it, she then pulled away from his form and stood still. “I need rest. I’ve had far too much to drink…” She murmured, weaving as she stood. That was not a lie, but what she hid behind her words, was that she was falling in love with him, and it terrified her.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 15:14:22 GMT -4
Dancing with her slowly, chuckling lightly when her lack of balance from the wine became apparent, he enjoyed spending time with her. He wanted to give her everything and anything she should desire. A soft smile crept across his lips as she listened to his heart.
As she claimed to need to sleep he nodded slowly, lifting her fingers to his lips and kissing them lightly, he says "Follow me then...I will lead you to your room." Smiling a bit more he gently put his arm around her, slowly escorting her from the Ballroom into the halls of the castle.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 15, 2007 15:49:12 GMT -4
If Breena's cheeks could grow a deeper shade of red than what they already were, they surely would have. For his lips upon her skin sent shivers down her spine, and in that split second, she felt desire stir within her. And had she not drank the entire bottle of wine (and then some,) she might have satiated her desire that night, but she could barely walk a straight, or muster enough motor skills to even walk. So, the feelings slowly subsided and she replaced them with those of sleep, and how she thought of the warm blankets, and pillows. She had not felt them since they left the palace and how she wanted to feel spoiled with luxury once more. A damp forest floor with a thin wool blanket never felt quite as nice as down blankets, with a cushioned bed, draperies and curtains.
And as they wound around the bend of the great hall, doors dotted along the walls, where many of the guests were staying tonight, and as they drew near to the end of it, she stumbled, giggling. When she steadied herself again her eyes fixated upon the man who stood beside her, they searched and peered deep into his soul, and without her realizing she drew herself closer to him, her lips inches away from his…and then they met.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 16:08:52 GMT -4
Walking down the hall with her, he enjoyed the privacy for now. No peering, no watching, sure there were servants scurrying around, but for the most part it was just the two of them. Smiling lightly he grinned at just nothing, his arm around her was only half to hold her close...mostly it was so she didn't fall over.
when they stopped outside her door, standing there in silence for a moment, she caught him as he was about to turn. Her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss. His own breath catching for a moment, before he drew her closer, returning the kiss just as gently.
Softly he reached up and dragged his fingers through her hair, smiling gently as his eyes met hers, pulling away reluctantly. "Sweet dreams Breena," bowing before her he took a step back, getting ready to leave.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 15, 2007 16:39:02 GMT -4
At first her body grew rigid and then it soon relaxed as he drew her even closer, her hand gently squeezed his side and when his hand swept through her hair, she wasn't sure if it were the wine or her desire fogging her mind, and robbing her of the ability to stand. She leaned her head against the feel of his hand, her arm raising and fingers clasping upon his hand before he withdrew.. Breath seemed to evade her at the moment, she stood there as if to find his lips once again, but she did not.. "Good night, Rheavon.." She found herself saying, as if it were someone else speaking, she was so lost in her mind, her fantasy world, where she could have him in her arms, and freely speak of love.. but in an instant she was back to reality. Where she was sealed up tight. And so she turned her back to him hesistantly, her form soon disappearing into the darkness of her room.
There she stood at the edge of her bed, her fingers quickly to strip her of the dress she wore, and even quicker to undo the aching braids in her hair. She sighed softly and allowed herself to fall to the bed, the comfort of her welcomed her, and seemed to hug her every curve.. The bed was a pleasant thing to have once more..
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