Faramir, son of Denethor ([info]gentleprince) wrote,
@ 2006-08-28 04:01:00
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Ye Olde Randome Poste ((OOCness! Not attatched to game! And stuff!))
The Prince sits quietly beneath a sprawling oak.

It is night.

The stars above whirl like mad dancers at a ball that never ends.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:05 am UTC (link)
Behind him stands the god, watching.

"Does the poet seek inspiration?" he calls softly.

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:07 am UTC (link)
"The poet has no poems tonight," he answers softly, his voice gruff. "Where are our words, I wonder, when the stars are empty of them?"

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:12 am UTC (link)
"They are never empty of them," he continues in his gentle tone, coming to stand beside where the Prince sits. "They are always full of words. It is only difficult to hear them at times."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:13 am UTC (link)
"Then I fear I have gone deaf, for not even the dark space between them holds any whispers."

His voice trembles. He does not look at the Vala.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:17 am UTC (link)
The Vala looks at him, though.

"What weighs so heavily on you, fair Prince, that it drowns out the stars tonight?"

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:19 am UTC (link)
"I do not know, in truth, my lord. Foul dreams, yet none seem to be visions. Perhaps it is the end of summer. Perhaps... the seasons' changes play strange games with my spirit." He glances at the Vala at last, forces a shadow of a smile -- which ceases at once.

It feels too much like lying.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:22 am UTC (link)
"Autumn and winter have their beauty, too, do they not?" he asks, crouching down.

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:24 am UTC (link)
"They do, and I love them greatly," he admits. "No, it is no sorrow for the passing of these warm days, and I am only guessing that that is the cause. I came out here hoping to find good dreams, yet I find that the darkness is oppressive to me tonight. A mood, merely. It will pass."

He tries to wave it off, but his hand falters, and he rests it again upon his knee, and takes a deep breath.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:26 am UTC (link)
Námo looks up at the sky, a small smile playing his lips, then it fades.

"Is there anything that would help?" he asks, wanting to ease the Man's troubles.

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:28 am UTC (link)
"I would ask that you not stand there and grant me wishes," he says softly. "With all due respect, my Lord. If I could think of wishes, they would be none that you could grant me with your magic."

He pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:31 am UTC (link)
He smiles at him, a kind smile. "I was not offering to grant you wishes, Faramir. Merely asking if I could help in easing the burdens of your spirit. That could be as simple as discussion or an embrace. No magics needed for discussion or contact."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:33 am UTC (link)
His offer rings a truth he cannot speak -- whether through pride or fear of giving it power over him by allowing its existence on his tongue.

He is lonely.

He closes his eyes and catches his breath in his throat.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:37 am UTC (link)
Námo sits completely on the ground and lets his shoulder and arm touch Faramir's.

"Sometimes the sorrows of the spirit muddle and chase away the joys of the world. But those sorrows can be quieted through the company of a friend."

It was a lesson hard-won for the Vala.

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:41 am UTC (link)
"It is difficult, at times, to remember where or how to find such things as those, or ask..."

He trails off, his voice thick.

Or ask to be held, when all arms seem as the arms of strangers. How long has it been since I felt such an embrace...?

He swallows and hushes his mind. Such melancholy self-pitying was not his right, and a waste of time.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:45 am UTC (link)
Námo continues to smile enigmatically, but he slips an arm around Faramir, drawing the Prince closer to him.

"Memory can be difficult, especially when it is something that reminds us of what we do not currently possess."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:47 am UTC (link)
He lets his head fall against the Vala's shoulder, smells his strange, godly scent and lets himself be wrapped in a certain softness.

He tries to force himself to relax, yet his eyes brim with silver, and his hands in his lap are balled into fists. He doesn't even realize it.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:50 am UTC (link)
"I admit, I am not the sibling who offers rest or understanding, as those belong to my sisters," he murmurs, resting his head against Faramir's. "In fact, I am a poor pillar of emotional strength to rest against since I seem to forever be failing at them. But I can listen, even if it is only to tears."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 08:54 am UTC (link)
The battle lasts a minute more, no longer. At last, wordless, breathless, he turns his face against the Vala's shoulder and weeps softly. For fears that have no names. For losses long unmourned. For memories missed. For a heart too full to hear the stars.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 08:57 am UTC (link)
Like a child, for that was what Faramir was to him, he pulls the Prince partially into his lap. Strong arms around him, and no words spoken. Only ears that listen, arms that hold, and warmth.

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 09:00 am UTC (link)
He feels like a child, curled up in the lap of a god. Just as small against the universe, just as overwhelmed by it, for a little while. He dares to let his own arms find their way around the bright being's body, to cling and burrow against the body. If not quite love, it was at least warmth and something to hold on to.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 09:08 am UTC (link)
Even Námo loves his father's children. They all come to him eventually. And he welcomes them with open arms and an understanding ear.

It was love of a kind. Something far more expansive than most Men experience in life.

"Teach me your mood,
O patient stars.
Who climb each night,
the ancient sky.
leaving on space no shade, no scars,
no trace of age, no fear to die."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 09:10 am UTC (link)
He calms himself eventually, but does not move away just yet.

"Thank you. I am not usually so... thank you."

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 09:12 am UTC (link)
He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of Faramir's head.

"I know." He leans back against the tree, his hand rubbing Faramir's back gently. "Everyone has their moments when they are not 'usually so'. It is the... well... the human condition, I suppose."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 09:14 am UTC (link)
He sniffs and wipes his eyes with his cloak.

"Are gods the same?" he asks, his childlike curiousity remaining always in him.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 09:18 am UTC (link)
He thinks on this for a moment.

"The ones who walk among the mortals are more so than the ones who keep to themselves. There was a time, when the Two Trees were destroyed, when we all sat in silence. Some of us mourned quietly while others wept openly. We were not usually so... but at that moment..." He sighs. "Many times it has happened over the many years. I was lucky, for a time, when I did not feel such things. I was always 'just so'." Námo chuckles. "And I think I will soon find a balance between 'not usually so' and 'just so'."

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 09:19 am UTC (link)
"I can imagine..." But he stops imagining, because the thought threatens to stir his heart too much just now. "How do you mean, finally?" he asks softly.

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 09:22 am UTC (link)
The Vala tilts his head, his hand still moving over Faramir's back.

"What do you mean? Finally finding balance?"

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 09:23 am UTC (link)
"Yes. Where are you seeking such a thing, to know that you are close?"

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 09:25 am UTC (link)
He closes his eyes.

"Because if I do not, I will not only drive myself mad, but those around me who care and whose lives are bound now with my own. It is not fair to them if I do not try, and it has taken me a year to understand that. I suppose it was a quick lesson learned, since I am known for being far too dense for my own good," he says with a good-natured chuckle.

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[info]gentleprince
2006-08-28 09:28 am UTC (link)
"I see." He smiles at last. "Then I am glad you are so close to what you seek."

He continues to lean his head upon the Vala's shoulder, his grey eyes now turned up to the stars.

"I think... I can hear them again," he whispers reverently.


((and I must sleep. *LOVE!!!!!!*))

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[info]halls_of_mandos
2006-08-28 09:30 am UTC (link)
Námo looks up at the stars, their song loud and bright in his mind.

He had never stopped.


((Sleep is good! <3 *snogs*))

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