maiaraule:

   _{Finally! He’s found them. Crawling on all fours does the
   young man place a pair of shades upon narrow bridge 
   that slides incrementally as he moves with wayward
   grace to close all the blinds, haphazard movement 
   eliciting a hollow clanging as they jostled together due
   to his erratic motions. “I told the stars to fuck off ‘cuz they
   were blocking out my sun,“ he replies bluntly, at last, not  
   seeming to care for her starshine. Or moonshine, really.
   ”Might have coupla weed brownies or something.”}

    _{She scoffs at his use of shades. It seems unnecessary when they’re
    inside and really she’d never been terribly fond of the dark. Which he
    seems to prefer. For a brief moment she wonders how they manage
    to stay in a room together when they appear to have so little in common
    when her attention is immediately veered away. ”You can’t talk to the
    stars like that. It’d be too dark at night without them – you need them
    too.“ She would lecture him more but the promise of brownies is enough
    to pacify her. It never really took much. ”I have cheesecake. I guess I can
    share.“}

maiaraule:

   _{”Mmn,“ comes nonchalant and indiscernible sound.
    He rummages blearily though nearby effects, seeming
    to determinedly search for something when even he
    has no conception of what it may be. ”Maybe if you…
    wish on them? They’ll tell you.” Unreasonable lilt and
    lower punctuated raw vocals, seeing as they both 
    seemed inundated with Lord knew what.}

       _{"I wish on them all the time and they never tell me anything.“
        She doesn’t care to acknowledge his search, persistently
        prodding at his side. ”You told them not to talk to me, didn’t
        you? Why would you do that – ?“ She’s momentarily distracted,
        cloudy azure hues resting on his possessions. ” Did you bring
        a movie, cd, or maybe some cookies? If it’s not one of those
        things it’s not as important as the stars, okay? Okay.“}

       _{" hey – “} 

    _{there is an urgency to her tone, though the matters she speaks of
    are far from in need of his immediate concern.}

             _{” do you think the stars want to come down here? “}

faramircaptainofgondor:

minimalist tolkien
→ sauron (for mia)

naragukil asked: "Who did this to you?"

            _{to venture beyond her halls was folly, for she was naive and inherently unable to bring herself to harm others. it was within her power to kill, rip and render flesh. reshape a being as she saw fit — with force, if it was what she desired. but Nienna innately had no urge for such things. found herself incapable of even the thought of it.}

            _{had she been mortal, she would be dead. knives had created both clean and jagged cuts through porcelain white skin. she could not bring herself to hate the group of humans that had attempted to harm her. she had seen circumstances that caused their desperation. kindly explaining the situation did nothing — and as she has so often seen it, kindness can be returned with animosity.}

           _{and it was. they wanted to be scorned for their deeds. cursed with her last breath. she did  none of those things for she was incapable of those thoughts in the first place.}

                                                _{No —}

                                                         _{instead she thought how painfully sad it must be to disdain yourself so much that you seek hatred. so many were like that. so close to her understanding but she could never wrap her mind around them.}

           _{she was simple. no experiences she had could change her way of thinking. a fool, but a kind fool. though she wept now her tears were not for herself. they rolled down pallid cheeks, and as they did her wounds began to close. even with her obvious disheveled state she had no intention of giving him a true answer. their guilt was punishment enough. she pressed her palms to her cheeks, wiping away the wet trails on her cheeks.}

                             _{« Physical wounds matter very little.. you know that.»}

maiaraule:

    _{“You would be wise not to aggrandize
     whatever sentiments lie in this. If
     anything, the air almost seemed clear.
     Almost strange, was it.”}

     _{« Is it an exaggeration on my part –
        or a lack of admittance on yours? »}

maiaraule:

   _{”Eru forbid you ever be absent
    for very long at all.”}

        _{« Were you concerned? Or perhaps lonely?
           I suppose I’m being optimistic. You were
           likely bored. But I thank you for the sentiment. »}

maiaraule:

   _{She’d always seen the world with such gentility and purity it almost made the darkness within him burn to break it. To metamorphose her and make her feel what the darkness could truly do in bending against all that made her such a beacon within all of Arda. There is an imperceptible twitch of brow at the mention of Melkor’s name, opalescent hues that seem to contract in a negative manner. Melkor—Morgoth. Named so by enmity and scorned by the world whilst he would be seduced by the wiles of darkness far more strongly than any that would come before or after his time. Most loyal, most true—the enduring apprentice and he made in identical image to the Ainur’s schemes and machinations; the first to be molded so wholly. “To dole out forgiveness so easily cheapens it. Do not think it something so easily replicated, for to each whom is aware of your nature will know and distrust. …Fortune favors that I would be among those who see it in its fullest and not some scorned microcosm of a mere trifle.“ There is a lofty and smarting bitterness within his tone; for all his loyalty, there is something within that wonders of redemption, as forbidden as it is to be sought.}

  _{“Imagine, then, a field ravaged by war. And upon a mountain is secreted a fortress that might be seen only from a hill within its vicinity. The fortress is ruined, having been sacked and ravaged utterly.} 

  _{Then, a child upon that hill. A child is innocent, Nienna, as you know.}

 _{The paths to it are crumbled and it is inaccessible. There is no way to that fortress.}

  _{You, sweet thing, are that child.} 

   _{I am that fortress.}

 _{But what you lack in understanding, is that so far away you can juxtapose its size with your smallest digit and think it easily fixed. For it is small and faraway.} 

  _{But you will never see the irreparable damage for you are too young, too pure to face the corrupt and desolate.”}

_{He gazes, and there is bitterness within hues that are so abhorred and repugnant to the eyes of all and any. Yet, within launches desire great to take that hand and finally face such retribution. But lips are downturn and his gaze reaches to some far-off place beyond her sight.} 

 _{He does not take her hand.}

  _{“You are a child and I am a fortress—I am within a place you simply cannot reach.” His voice is rent within winter’s cold and chill, despite the desperation of spring to pierce through. For it cannot.}

  _{It must not.}

_{The scenario he describes is disheartening – but it is one that Nienna finds to be overly complicated. Was it truly as complex as he seemed to believe? To her it seemed a simple task. An obvious decision. Pity is so seldom given to those most deem wicked however Nienna is aware of a fact often overlooked.}

_{And when seen, it is often ignored.}

_{The wicked suffer from their own darkness. It gnaws at their innards, biting with sharp jagged teeth. Urging them onward towards a path of destruction or conquest. Truly she doubts that it is even known to them what they truly want.}

_{They are not worn down fortresses, they are lost children.}

_{Children who hear a song playing sweetly so close to them and wish to join but it is too late for that. For they have shirked their practice and trampled their instruments. Even if they were to join they would sour the tune.}

        _{« I do not understand your story. For I do not feel it truly applies. »}

_{A lack of knowledge has never been difficult for Nienna to admit. She does not have pride in the way that some others may. She seeks to learn and comfort. She does not shrink from this opportunity to aid. She is earnest in her reply. A gentle sincerity that would shake her tone were she not so resolved. Still, there is something fragile about the way she speaks. Her gaze never falters and her confusion grows apparent there with the furrowing of brows and the canting of her head.}

           _{« ..need it be so complicated?}

          _{I am offering you a chance to mend yourself. You can seek to harden your heart to me all you like but I do little more than watch. You will find I am fully aware of suffering – even your suffering, though you may be hesitant to call it such.. that is what it is. »}

_{She allows her hand to drift back to her side, though wordlessly she asserts that she will not accept an answer that she deems illogical. There is no sparkle in her eyes, rather a cloudiness; akin to murky water. She is present, but elsewhere. Sorting through the scenarios he has given her and finding little that she can relate to. This further causes the downward descent of her lips as they press into a thin line due to her concentration.}

                _{« Do you doubt you deserve it? »}

_{If Nienna were to be touched by corruption it would not effect her disposition at first because she is so pure of heart and holds the powers of purification —}

_{Instead her physical attributes would change first. Most notably I believe she would lose her eyesight. For Nienna loves her task of observing Eru’s children and though she may still hear their songs she would be unable to keep from sorrowing of her own loss, at least for a short time.}