Hope for the Damned
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,082
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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HftD Part Two
Hope for the Damned
~ Part Two ~
See part one for disclaimers, &c.
The scant remnants of the day’s light faded into a colorless twilight and a chill mist fell from the clouds as Maglor stood at the dunes’ highest precipice, overlooking the vast stretch of sea. His light hood shielded the fine tendrils of his hair from the creeping damp and sadness reflected in his dark eyes.
“My Lady,” he murmured, enchanted by the rolling waves that crashed upon the shore. Walking the grassy path up the dune, Nienna heard his greeting and responded in kind. She came to stand beside him, grey cloak billowing in the wind.
“It has been nearly a year since last we spoke,” she commented, dark eyes searching his shaded face.
“Has it really?” Maglor turned to meet her gaze, breath halting at the beauty of her face, for it held the light of Aman. She brought her hand to rest in his, tracing the ill-wrought scars with her fingers. Maglor gasped at the soft touch, resisting her gentle hold.
“Be still!” Nienna brought his hand before her eyes, studying the white, twisted flesh. Maglor relented, brought to shame by the tears that welled and glittered upon her long lashes.
“Grieve not, my Lady.”
His hand broke from hers as he lifted it to her face, brushing her soft cheeks free of tears.
“Why me?” he asked, palm lingering under her chin, tilting her face upward into the falling mist.
“I believe you to be capable of repentance. It was I who stood for He who I shall not name.”
“And Melkor turned against you, betrayed your trust.”
The Vala flinched at naming of the Dark Lord, but Maglor’s hold kept her eyes in his.
“Do you not fear that I will do the same as well?”
“I know you will not, dear Maglor, because your suffering has made you wise. You are ready for another chance. Will you come with me this day?”
Maglor drew away, his hands retreating into the folds of his cloak as he turned towards the dwindling clouds, face again hidden from her probing eyes.
“Yes, Lady, come with you I shall,” he replied after a long moment. “But I will miss the sea. It has become dear to me.”
“I offer you much.”
“I know,” he said, his gaze falling to rest upon her grey hood. His eyes darkened and grew firm. “Swim with me, my Lady, as I say farewell to the sea that has borne my torment,” Maglor said as he offered her his hand. Upon receiving hers, he took her down the steep dune. Guiding her swiftly to the water’s lapping edge, he released her cool hand, and began to remove his outer garments.
“Concern yourself not with propriety, Maglor.” The elf lifted his eyes to her and found she stood nude before him, her body radiating a silvery luster. He assented and unlaced his breeches, sliding the material over his toned legs to the sand.
“One thing,” he said, and reached his hand to her hair, loosening the silver clip that held it bound. Her thick hair danced about her face in the wind as he lay the clasp down upon the soft material of her cloak. Maglor smoothed an errant wisp behind her ear, then beckoned her with eager eyes to the sea’s edge.
Nienna sank into the shallow water as Maglor swam out into the sea, skillfully riding the treacherous waves. He dove deeper, entering the dark caverns constructed on the ocean floor. She followed, but soon confusion led her astray and the Vala lost sight of his pale body. A soft touch upon her arm, however, soon guided her through the dim grotto.
Nienna could see him but faintly as he led her around corners and through passageways until he halted. A ray of sunlight filtered through from the surface above, casting its glow upon an immense monolith. Maglor grasped Nienna’s hand in his own and slowly ran her palm across the etched surface. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the ages it had taken for the designs to be engraved by the sea. Purity coursed through the stone, patience and endurance as well. In the dark Nienna smiled, her grng hng heart lifted by the absolute joy found in such a masterpiece.
Maglor beckoned her to follow. Together they chased the sunbeams that shone through the murky depths as they eased their way slowly to the glimmering surface.
Fine hues of pink, purple, and orange stretched across the heavens, welcoming the couple with an ethereal display of majesty.
“My lady, your gift has freed my soul of its burdens, and for this I shall be nallnally grateful.”
“O, sweet Maglor.” He willingly received her proffered hand and drew her closer. “You will prosper. A bard you were in your glory, and so you shall be again. Fear not, dear one, you are ready.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, Nienna rested her head against his chest as the calm swells of the sea carried them to the shore.
~ End Part Two ~
(A/n: Yeh, it's a little sappy there at the end, but never fear...the next chapters redeem the story.)
~ Part Two ~
See part one for disclaimers, &c.
The scant remnants of the day’s light faded into a colorless twilight and a chill mist fell from the clouds as Maglor stood at the dunes’ highest precipice, overlooking the vast stretch of sea. His light hood shielded the fine tendrils of his hair from the creeping damp and sadness reflected in his dark eyes.
“My Lady,” he murmured, enchanted by the rolling waves that crashed upon the shore. Walking the grassy path up the dune, Nienna heard his greeting and responded in kind. She came to stand beside him, grey cloak billowing in the wind.
“It has been nearly a year since last we spoke,” she commented, dark eyes searching his shaded face.
“Has it really?” Maglor turned to meet her gaze, breath halting at the beauty of her face, for it held the light of Aman. She brought her hand to rest in his, tracing the ill-wrought scars with her fingers. Maglor gasped at the soft touch, resisting her gentle hold.
“Be still!” Nienna brought his hand before her eyes, studying the white, twisted flesh. Maglor relented, brought to shame by the tears that welled and glittered upon her long lashes.
“Grieve not, my Lady.”
His hand broke from hers as he lifted it to her face, brushing her soft cheeks free of tears.
“Why me?” he asked, palm lingering under her chin, tilting her face upward into the falling mist.
“I believe you to be capable of repentance. It was I who stood for He who I shall not name.”
“And Melkor turned against you, betrayed your trust.”
The Vala flinched at naming of the Dark Lord, but Maglor’s hold kept her eyes in his.
“Do you not fear that I will do the same as well?”
“I know you will not, dear Maglor, because your suffering has made you wise. You are ready for another chance. Will you come with me this day?”
Maglor drew away, his hands retreating into the folds of his cloak as he turned towards the dwindling clouds, face again hidden from her probing eyes.
“Yes, Lady, come with you I shall,” he replied after a long moment. “But I will miss the sea. It has become dear to me.”
“I offer you much.”
“I know,” he said, his gaze falling to rest upon her grey hood. His eyes darkened and grew firm. “Swim with me, my Lady, as I say farewell to the sea that has borne my torment,” Maglor said as he offered her his hand. Upon receiving hers, he took her down the steep dune. Guiding her swiftly to the water’s lapping edge, he released her cool hand, and began to remove his outer garments.
“Concern yourself not with propriety, Maglor.” The elf lifted his eyes to her and found she stood nude before him, her body radiating a silvery luster. He assented and unlaced his breeches, sliding the material over his toned legs to the sand.
“One thing,” he said, and reached his hand to her hair, loosening the silver clip that held it bound. Her thick hair danced about her face in the wind as he lay the clasp down upon the soft material of her cloak. Maglor smoothed an errant wisp behind her ear, then beckoned her with eager eyes to the sea’s edge.
Nienna sank into the shallow water as Maglor swam out into the sea, skillfully riding the treacherous waves. He dove deeper, entering the dark caverns constructed on the ocean floor. She followed, but soon confusion led her astray and the Vala lost sight of his pale body. A soft touch upon her arm, however, soon guided her through the dim grotto.
Nienna could see him but faintly as he led her around corners and through passageways until he halted. A ray of sunlight filtered through from the surface above, casting its glow upon an immense monolith. Maglor grasped Nienna’s hand in his own and slowly ran her palm across the etched surface. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the ages it had taken for the designs to be engraved by the sea. Purity coursed through the stone, patience and endurance as well. In the dark Nienna smiled, her grng hng heart lifted by the absolute joy found in such a masterpiece.
Maglor beckoned her to follow. Together they chased the sunbeams that shone through the murky depths as they eased their way slowly to the glimmering surface.
Fine hues of pink, purple, and orange stretched across the heavens, welcoming the couple with an ethereal display of majesty.
“My lady, your gift has freed my soul of its burdens, and for this I shall be nallnally grateful.”
“O, sweet Maglor.” He willingly received her proffered hand and drew her closer. “You will prosper. A bard you were in your glory, and so you shall be again. Fear not, dear one, you are ready.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, Nienna rested her head against his chest as the calm swells of the sea carried them to the shore.
~ End Part Two ~
(A/n: Yeh, it's a little sappy there at the end, but never fear...the next chapters redeem the story.)