| the awakening |
[12 Oct 2004|01:50am] |
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I walked from the grandiose halls of rest amid a million tangible dreams and lived emotions. Murmurs of loves and losses slide against my ears as I pass the souls cradled in existence here. Far behind me lies the warm touch of the eternal hearth, yet still the joys and woes of elven voices reach me. Here we share in peaceful death the wonders of what was life a million or more mortal sons gone by. Time does not exist here for us. A century could be a day within the vibrant halls we now inhabit beneath Eru's eyes.
We of elven heart who passed in Arda's life were gathered in Mandos' halls to await her end. We are bound to her unlike the other races in soul and our existence would end with hers. We stood amid these halls and among the evergreen lands of Valinor and awaited our end. For immortal beings such as we, 'twas a desperately fearful thing to know that our existence was about to be forever stifled. Some would envy the race of man whose souls would continue on, unbound by the same bond we shared to our planet.
Yet, that moment of cold oblivion arrived not as the land vanished from our touch. All elven souls gathered in awe within these waiting halls and wondered of the reason why. For surely our wait was ended with the end of our bonded world.
We gathered in reunions of bitterness and sweetness and watched through a portal in wonder as our world was remade in the skillful hands of the dwarves. Our world was not gone, simply reforged anew. Our bond still remained to her and our souls would be reborn to her life.
Now I leave the Waiting halls after being chosen for a reason I can not fathom. There are many more worthy in deeds and accomplishments as well as those more deserving to live once more than I. My feet carry me from the warmth into a passage of darkness which grows more chill as I progress. I wrap my arms about my robed form and swallow back my fears and uncertainties as best as I am able to of entering a new world alone and unfamiliar with her workings.
The dark cold envelops me and penetrates my skin driving all gained warmth from my existence in the Halls away. I shiver as I lose my sight and the familiar voices disappear from my ears. A tinge of panic drives my heart and my feet forward. No longer can I feel my skin, not even my fingers against my arms, as I become so numbed with the paralyzing cold. My breath comes raggedly and my eyes dart for some source of comfort.
Just as I fear I no longer can hold back a scream of panic, a doorway appears directly before me and I am blinded by white light. I lift my arm to my face and step through the opening. There is a moment of white heat as sensations spike through my mind and body as hot needles. It lasts for but a second as I pass through into the light.
In my ears as I leave the Halls a deep voice bids me the best of luck.
My pale eyes fly open as the light fades and all is a blur. I am utterly stunned for a moment as I discover myself once more in living form just as I was in my youth. Then my mouth fills with water as I gasp. Promptly I am aware of the fact that my blurry vision is due to the fact I am submerged in cool waters. Instinct takes over and I surge towards the fragmented light, erupting from a river's surface sputtering and gasping for breath.
I swim to the water's edge and pull myself up along the banks. The water is clean and untainted, the earth beneath my fingers soft and fertile, fresh growth already beginning to sprout. I remain upon my hands and knees still sputtering I cough and clear my lungs. My drenched ebony hair hangs limply over my shoulders and face. Once I am once again breathing regularly I sit back upon my heels and raise my face to observe my surroundings. Instantly I am struck in awe of the land. Scents, feelings, songs and sighs overwhelm me.
I am in utter rapture and captivation as I relearn the beauty of a single leaf whispering in a light breeze. The comfort of the soil beneath my knees, the heart-breaking song of the river, the delicate perfection of a pebble's form. I remain motionless in wonder for a time ungauged or remembered to me. My hair and bared skin dry beneath the sun's warm touch and the gentle caress of air long before I choose to move.
Silently and elegantly I rise to my feet and take my first steps into the world. I am neither clumsy nor awkward; each step is familiar as is the motions and rhythms of my body. My sharp eyes glance about in search of a destination for my feet to carry me.
It is then that I see it, far in the distance, glimmering as a pearl upon dark linen. A great new city with the curious movements of inhabitants new to life once more. I direct my light steps towards it, me head high as I move into the young trees and smile as they sing of their excitement.
Abruptly, caught up in their energy I laugh and my walk turns into a run of freedom and abandon. For the first time ever I understood how the elves of the first awakening must have felt. But that was in a life far from the one I now began…
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