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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 18:25:02 GMT -5
... Slowly wandering about the pathways of the brain. Silas toyed with the longbow that he held aright, one end resting on the ground, the other up almost to his chest. His finger curled about the twine itself and he allowed the thing to swing freely in an eliptical path back and forth. Where was she? Certainly she'd be back soon. It'd been weeks since he'd seen her... Ever since the library, she'd been gone. Was it for the whole 'I can't get a smile out of you,' deal? Oh, honestly... That couldn't be it, could it? Did one have to smile 'twenty-four/seven'-- as one might say? That was his sister's department, not his own. Besides, she'd been the one who was turned off to his sister's friendship by her cheery nature. And then Tiire herself had turned and gotten fed up with Silas for not being cheery?
He simply did not understand women, Elven, fae, or otherwise. And he was not afraid to admit it, to himself or to another. He'd even admit it to that Tiire... If she was here. Now what was that thing Dima had told him? That... That Tiire prefered to 'just be friends'?? Alas...
Sighing, he lifted the bow, fitted an arrow from the quiver at his side on the ground, and shot it off. It landed dead center of the previous arrow, which was imbedded in an apple on the ground.
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 18:34:00 GMT -5
Tiire rode through the orchards on a black stallion, head bowed and covered by a low-hanging black hood that was rimmed with gold symbols. when her elvish ears cought the sound of a familiar bow, she lifted her head. Upon seeing Silas, the womans demure expression changed to that of joy, joy, though, without a smile.
"Silas!"
She called, leaping off the great war-horse, for indeed, thats what the stallion was, and ran to Silas, hood falling from her beautiful face and twirling silver hair that normally would have fallen to her knees practically floated in the air as she ran towards him. Normally, the elvish woman would have embraced her friend, but now she stopped a few feet away, the hints of a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes.
She wore armor instead of her normal loose clothing, and not just any armor, it was made out of the strongest leather, and it was tight-fitting and black. all the metal on it shone silver, and Tiire held herself up with a general's posture. There where spikes proturding from the shoulders of her armor, not long, but very impressive.
"Ive missed you so..."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 18:51:18 GMT -5
Silas stopped dead in the middle of loading another arrow into the bow. He glanced up at her with a rather odd expression, face showing utter surprise-- though within his eyes rested joy.
"Tiire! What... Where have you been!?" he inquired... But it was obvious that he held a bit of annoyance. One simply didn't waltz back into Avalbane upon a warhorse and expect one not to inquire. His eyes narrowed slightly, though he threw his arms about her waist and pulled her closer to him, as he'd previously dropped the bow.
"Come now," he said impatiently, paying no heed to the spikes, as he placed a kiss upon her cheek, and then pulled back, glancing into her eyes. They never failed to interest him, so much was hidden there. "Tell me where you've been and what you've been up to these past few weeks. You cannot simply LEAVE like that! People grow suspicious at such. And why this raiment? You look as if you've been in a war!"
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 18:59:35 GMT -5
She laughed and finully a smile spread accross her face, The elf-woman returned the hug abit tentitavly,
"I have been in a war, and I AM so sorry I left without telling you. There was a huge war west of here! Im amazed you havent heard of it! My half-brother was fighting with humans against an elvish colony, and the elves summoned me (as I had had former connections with them, you see) and I was chosen to lead the first regiment."
Tiire, her cape fluttering in the breeze, brushed silver strands of hair from her face, glad to see her dearest friend again. A friend she had never stopped thinking about during the battle...
"You understand, I had to leave immeadiatly or miss the whole thing, including the chance to fight against my brother... Ive always hated him for crimes I dare not speak, but... I wish I HAD told you... and for that I owe you my full apologies."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 19:06:38 GMT -5
Silas seemed a bit confused.
"We should have known about it, considering they are our kindred. You see, as you already know... Most of the Elven population resides here anymore due to the threat on our race. There are a few Elven areas out there, and we always keep in touch. Generally, everyone in Avalbane knows when there is a war in our kindred's homes, and we send out our own regiments. I would have been there if we'd known. Dima and I..."
But he shook his head, frowning.
"Did the Anorians fight with you?" he asked suddenly after some pause, brows furrowing further. "Perhaps they made contact with them instead. I personally don't see how you conjoured up enough Elves in the outside to fight a battle, even with humans... But perhaps that is where Dima has gone. Have you seen him?"
For indeed Dima had disappeared not long after Tiire herself. But...
No, no accusations could be made. He'd surely gone off to join the battle, or else on some quest of Lord Aricin's. After all, he cared for naught but Akila, despite the fact that many women favoured him. That was it... He was in Anoria with that Tiger-shift...
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 19:14:05 GMT -5
Tiire senced Silas's discomfort, and frowned softly, placing a hand upon his cheek, eyes giving him a searching look.
"No, Dima was not in the battle... and surprisingly, we had a whole regement of dwarves and another of human druids on our side, so, we managed to sum up three full regements, the 2 foot soldiar regements, and the archers... it was a general war between two groups that just hapened to hate eachother, and in these times, that is not to uncommon..."
Why was he questioning about Dima? she was truley not sure if the handsome man had been in one of the armies, for she herself had not been able to meet all of the soldiars, even though they all knew her. Dima... she had liked him, liked him very much, but not enough to care for the man, they where mearly aquaintances. Although, one can note a handsome face when they see one ne?
"Silas, what is wrong? what troubles you so?"
her voice was not soft anymore, but firm, inquiring. She wanted to know what was bugging the quiet elf and damnit, she would get an answer out of him.
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 19:21:53 GMT -5
"Hrm... I'm not quite sure of that myself," was his soft answer, sighing softly as he gazed into her hazel eyes once more, brows still furrowed. "But why they wouldn't contact us... No Anorians either? And no Dima... Well, the answer to that is that he is off on one of our Lord's quests. The answer to why none contacted Avalbane or Anoria is hidden. And the answer to who won the battle-- for to be so short that is most certainly what it is-- though I believe I can guess by your appearance, is up to you to state. Now, who did win? And do you know of any reason as to why those you fought with did not contact our elves?"
She was certainly cool about her arrival back. Why did she act so? Yet another thing to bother him. Shouldn't she be a bit happier to see him? Shards, what was her problem!? Honestly...
His hand found hers, and he gazed down to it, lifting it to examine her pale flesh, as if with nothing better to do.
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 19:33:01 GMT -5
Tiire placed her head on his shoulder, eyes closed happily and a smile upon her lips. In literal fact, she was happy to see him, but such a long time away, even if it was only a few weeks, she was accustomed to the battle feild, where no one asked questions, and answers where given sharply and with a direct coldness that is costomary to Armies.
"Oh, dear Silas... I truley AM glad to see you... I would have enjoyed having you fight with me on the feild of battle, for you are truley a dear companion.
As for why they did not contact you... these elves are of a seperate community, have been for hundreds of years. Im not even sure the people of Avalbane have notion until now that they exist. They imagrated from accross the great seas a few years back, mostly men, with only a few woman with them.
I met them on my travels, you see, before I came here, and they where the first people I met that offered me friendship without suspicion. Thats why they called on me, and not the rest of you. They have their allies, and as you can see, we won the battle, won the war, and Silas?"
She pulled back and stared at him wit utmost seriousness,
"You must promise not to mention it to the council, or whomever leads this place. It is of no concern to Surface el-"
she cought the words in her thout and said,
"erm... these elves, that is... eh..."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 19:39:38 GMT -5
Drows...
The thought that entered his head as soon as she had said the words 'surface elves'.
"Segregating now, are we, Tiire, m'Lady? Well you see, I know of whom you speak now. You do not know exactly how close to Aricin I am. I will not mention it though, but you must cover those clothing quickly, or one will see. You know full well that word spreads quickly here. And some will be curious as to that garb."
He sighed softly then, shaking his head, then continuing to examine her hand. He'd enjoyed her head resting on his shoulder-- while it had lasted.
"You must understand, Tiire... Here, we don't care. Those outside of Avalbane, our White Fort, might well regard your race as evil, but we inside the citadel? We do not care. As long as the fight is for what is what may be considered good."
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 19:45:47 GMT -5
She looked to the ground and shook her head. Oh, he did not understand! did not understand at all... and besides, how could she believe him? non accepted drow! the whole of the surface world hated them. The dwarves they fought with where drurgar, the evil dwarves, and the humans where trained assassins and foot soldiars...
"No... this was not a fight between good and evil, silas... it was a fight of Evil and Evil..."
Tiire took a few steps away from him, placed her hand on the horse she had had to learn to ride when she was placed unto the position of general. His name was Valandil, elvish for "Hopes end".
"I... do not ask... why I joined with the evil kin of mine, actually, I shall tell you. I joined so that I could get a chance to kill my brother. Kill him for what he did..."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 19:58:23 GMT -5
He'd relinquished her hand as she moved backward, and looked upon her with sorrowful eyes.
"Oh, no Tiire... I'll not ask of you the reason you wished to put an end to your brother..." His voice was merely a whisper, naught more than barely heard. A moment's hesitation brought the soft words, "But please do not leave again..."
He'd obviously taken her moving backward and laying a hand on the horse as a note that she was ready to mount and ride off again. And he'd not accept that. He reached out again, grasping her hand more firmly this time, whereas before it had been but a limp touch. He pulled her arm gently, even whilst stepping up to her and placing his other hand against her cheek.
"Please don't leave again? I'll not hold you accountable for any of this, but only change into something that folk will not question. I assure you though, that no one would hold you accountable any more than I do...
His hand then lifted hers up between them, pulling it against his own chest and placing the other arm about her waist once more. It was all on impulse. His lips touched hers, passion flaring in his eyes until he closed them, coursing through his veins to every part of his body. And he tightened his hold on her--body and hand, his own of the latter trembling slightly.
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 20:05:09 GMT -5
Tiire's eyes widened when he came so close... closed when he kissed her, and as her eyes closed, as she heard his words, a tear dripped down her cheek. How could she promise such a thing? that she wouldent leave....
"Oh, Silas, how could you ask such a thing..."
She murmured, breaking the kiss and burying her head in his chest,
"I cannot answer that..."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 20:12:35 GMT -5
A deep breath was taken in, and then let out in a sigh. Oh how he wished she would stay, wished she could see... But she must answer at least one of his requests. This he voiced.
"You must at least change into something more suitable, as I've asked thrice already. Would you have others inquire? Come, please. If not for your own sake, for mine, and thus for you. I'll not have others asking of your affairs, seeing as you wish them to remain unknown. And I will I'll gladly escort you back to your chambers from here... Please come hither with me? And then the matter of your travels... If you'll not agree to stay here..."
But he broke off, sighing again and running his fingers through her long hair as he did. Blood still coursed wildly through his veins so that he was sure that not only could she feel his heart within his chest, but hear it. P'raps she could, p'raps not so. REgardless, it miffed him to have her act so...
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 20:18:32 GMT -5
"Yes... I should get changed... but, Silas, please, let me tell you something..."
She tilted his face so that they where looking eye-to-eye, she could feel his rapid heart-beat,
"I... I love you..."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 20:27:13 GMT -5
That was one thing he had not expected. The words rang in his head like drums, beating, reverberating, echoing, beating again... I love you... I love you... I love you... I... love... You...
"And I love you!"
Had that come out as he thought it had? He had to take a moment to rebamf... But even then he could not figure out if he'd actually said the words aloud or not. He gazed down at her a moment.
"Did I say that?" he asked as if confused, in a soft whisper. Then he grinned foolishly in answer to himself. "But it matters naught... If I have, I'll say it again, and naught, it is for your ears! I love you in return, Tiire, that is why I ask you not leave... That is why my blood courses so that you are near again! And then would you let our lips..."
But he trailed off, placing his hand on her cheek again, finding no words to finish. Instead, his lips gently brushed hers again.
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 20:33:54 GMT -5
This time she did not pull away. The woman in her drow-elven spider-armor pushed forward, into the kiss. She whispered into his mouth,
"I cannot promise you I wont leave, but I wont right now... Ill stay for a while. And... I can always promise you, unless I die on my travels, I shal ALWAYS return to you..."
She opened her eyes only slightly, so that she could gaze upon him, her love... the only one she had ever truley given her love to... but he would not be her first, she though bitterly, no, and he did not know that...
She felt slightly distressed.
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 20:38:29 GMT -5
He pulled away after a few moments, and pressed his forehead to hers, sighing once more, but only slightly, and in contentment. But something in a slight flicker of the eye, the slightest tensing of the body that one did not notice, but he had in long years learned to detect, found his attention.
"You are distressed," he remarked quietly, before pulling back completely. They must get to her room and pray that no one saw her odd armour. Of course... And there was his cloak, for it was still chill in the air, and he'd removed it to shoot, though it still lay on the ground not far from where they stood. He bent and lifted it from the ground, passing it to her. "Wear this. And tell me what distresses you so in this time..."
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Post by Tiire on May 3, 2004 20:43:39 GMT -5
"No, I shall wear this into the castle, if anyone asks, then thats their problem... Silas, it is my brother that distresses me at this moment. What he did... you should know."
She placed her hand back upon the horses bridle, more for support than the urge to leave.
"When I was a mear child... he... I was raped. By him... and not only once..."
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2004 20:57:59 GMT -5
A chill ran through his body. A cold, merciless chill that wracked his entire form for a moment, cold and merciless as the words she'd just statd and the actions behind them. Raped... By her own brethren...
Was that why she'd been so laid back? Why she was so reluctant to return what he was sure he showed openly? Was that why...
WHy, why, Why! Too many questions, too many unknown answers, too many of which she could not give, or he didn't wish to ask her and see if she would give. Why were folk so consumed by evil, why was she born into what she was born into, why was she here now, why this time, why with him... Why did he love her?
Because she was Tiire... And because she was everything that one could ask for, hope for, dream of. She was a perfect balance for his shifty nature, and he loved that. Loved that she was not only a love, but a companion at the same time. Some were not like that, were only a love and nothing more. But she was beautiful in every way.
But unclean, and to no fault of her own. Thus, could he consider her unclean? Ne'er, he could not. She was clean, for it was not her fault, but the ever damn`ed brother's. All his, no other's.
How was it that his love was built upon one that came from the enemy of the elves, though they be kindred? How was it that she would not see that he cared not her lineage? How was it that she could not see that no one else would either...
Yes, he needed to know what her brother did. But was she weak for herself, or weak for the fear that he would turn away at that news? A long few moments before he spoke, and then it was only a simple,
"I'm sorry..."
And his arm was around her again, pulling her to him, holding her tightly in his embrace. His cheek pressed against hers as he rocked gently, doing nothing but hold her to him.
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Post by Tiire on May 4, 2004 17:03:50 GMT -5
"It is not you that should apologise, and you know that."
She said, pulling away and swinging up into the saddle of her horse, smiling down at Silas.
"Jump on, and we can ride up to the.... castle, or whatever you call it."
She chuckled looking fondly at the elf before her, wishing with all her might she could promise him that she would stay with him forever, that she would marry him, bear his child even.... but alas, she could not. And she wasnt sure he understood that.
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