Human Body, Elven Heart (Closed)

[Lady_Jade666]

Hope Rowe
19

……..12 Years Earlier……

On the planet was a lot of beautiful things but unfortunately there was a lot of nasty things on the planet as well. Not many knew exactly how man started this war with the Elves. There was very few still alive that could answer the question. The big reason for the war was because all elves were immortal and that within them the ability to use a form of magic, the oldest form of magic. With the oldest form of magic came the deadliest as well. Over the hundreds and thousands of years the war waged on, and due to pride and fear no one wanted to call a truce. Man wanted to be the only powerful people that existed, and because of that ignorance and intolerance no one saw an end to the war between the two species. There was a common fact everyone knew about the elves, and it was their power. The older the elf the more powerful they were, and the elder elves could be seen as gods through the eyes of man. Within the lands were a handful of humans that didn’t mind the Elves these humans were known as “Mellon” or “Friend” in elvish. They knew the correct customs and some key phrases to say if they ever were before an elf. This way no matter the elf no matter what clan they were from they would know they were no threat. Because the humans that knew this information were those who an elf trusted and personally taught the human what to say and do. One particular human a young girl by the name of Hope Row knew such information, she was an old soul, she has the heart of an elf and the body of a human. Before Hope was born her father died and she never had the chance to ever meet him, something that bothered her a bit at the age of seven. Hope’s mother loved her very much and wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her, she was full of hope and love. For many years she suffered from night terrors, she kept seeing her mother’s death and sadly she would be there to see her death. Such a thing would prove they were no random nightmares but something much more. She had the body of a human girl but her soul? Was very old and very wise. Hope would be able to make sense of the world, not easily of course since she would grow to hate and love certain things. But she would learn quickly to never fear what she didn’t understand. On there way to find a new home they were attacked by orcs and before Hope knew it, she watched an Orc take her mother, her mother was raped and she was screaming for her to run.

Hope started to take off running until she saw three Elves on white horses and she stopped looking up at the leader, she stopped moving and could hear them speaking to one another. But she looked at the leader and she heard whispers all around her telling her he was the one that was the king of Rivendell. It was the same place they were going, because her mother had supposedly known him. How? She was never told and it was then she heard her mother scream and she turned around seeing her mother be killed in front of her. “Mother….” She whispered loud enough for the three to hear. Around her neck was a pendent that was in the shape of the pendants all Elves wore, looking down she closed her eyes her body shaking. Her panting got louder and was more visible. Right before the same Orc was going to take out the elves or try to anyway, she grabbed the sword from the king and held the sword in a defensive posture and it was something she felt she had to do. It was like something woke up within her something old and powerful, the sword glowed in her hands. The Orcs were laughing at her because she was so small and the sword to big for her to carry properly, but that only angered her that much more. She found the strength within her very young body and found the strength to take it up in a fighting position like an adult would do. And she could see the beasts stop laughing as they drew their own weapons. She narrowed her eyes with much hate and with no fear, the funny thing however was she walked to them and they backed away from her. Spinning around on her feet she slashed at the leader’s throat and it put its hands over his neck trying to stop his death. So much rage could be seen and felt and finally she screamed at the dying Orc. “lenna -nna fatanyu!” The way she was able to speak elvish and to correctly pronounce it was just as surprising, the other Orcs took off but the two on horse back were the kings guards shot arrows killing the fleeing beasts. “Go to hell” She said again but this time using her own language.

She dropped the sword onto the ground as she ran to her mother to check to see if there was any life left in her, she collapsed right by her mother seeing her eyes were open and she could see the life die within her mother’s eyes. She held onto her mother as she cried, rocking her dead body in her little arms. She felt the anger swell within her eyes and her heart. Vowing who ever sent them to kill her, would meet the same fate one way or another. She could hear the horses coming up to her and her rage could be seen and felt by the Elves. She watched silently as the guards got off their horses and began to dig a grave for her, and she didn’t understand why they would bother with her. She watched as her mothers’ body was removed from her arms and went into the grave. Walking up to the grave they started to bury her but she stopped them, and bowed her head showing her respect and thanks. But somethings needed to be done by her, and she knew this was the custom of many different beings in their world. She knelt down allowing her white dress to get muddy and she closed her mother’s eyes with her hand, she filled the hole and made sure no one would be able to tell someone was buried there. It started to rain and she was silently crying which would be seen since her shoulders were moving, and felt a robe go over her shoulders. She gripped it keeping it around herself and opened up her eyes. But when she looked at the king her eyes changed from the dark brown, they were to eyes that he would remember very well, for her eyes took the color and purity of an elf. She slowly moved her head so she was staring right up at the sky and closed her eyes as her tears fell down her cheeks and her anger only grew. The rage and the sorrow she felt was eating her alive, the rain was getting harder. Her eyes opened and she screamed a very powerful scream making the ground shake.

Since they were by a few homes that the Orcs had destroyed her anger forced her to scream so loud and it was so high pitched that every single window, anything glass all broke with her wailing of sorrow. But once she stopped everything grew silent and the rain stopped, the clouds parting and the sun started to shine. A lot had happened in such a short time and before she knew it, she had passed out. But before she fully passed out, she felt arms grabbing her so she didn’t fall to the ground, and when she woke up, she was in a beautiful room and whispers filled her dreams as she slowly started to wake up and she couldn’t believe where she was. She went out to the balcony and saw the birds and the trees; it was like time stopped here and nothing was hurting them. She was grateful that the signs of war that had been felt all around them, seemed to not touch such a beautiful place such as Rivendell. Soon she heard someone coming up behind her, she felt the presence and had an idea she knew who was coming up behind her. Turning her head, she saw the king and felt a sudden connection with him, was he feeling the same? Everything they saw were things she didn’t know happen, she had no idea the sword glowed or her eyes changed quickly and only for a few seconds. When he stood beside her for several minutes nothing was ever spoken between them, her eyes saw the beauty that was the city. What wasn’t known was a connection had been made, her words reaching the kings heart. She turned looking up at him and when he looked into her own eyes she smiled softly and felt it necessary to speak in Elvish. “Hanta Hantanyel -tar” or “Thank You King” She bowed her head showing such respect, for that was just the beginning.

……..12 Years Later – Present Day……

Hope had been having that dream a lot lately but didn’t bother anyone about it, they had their own worries and not have to worry about a human girl who had learned about them on a very deep level. She had grown very close to the king he was a very sweet person and was grateful and honored to still live there. Especially right beside the king’s personal bedroom. She was the kind of girl who learned things by just listing very carefully, a lot of people liked her but unfortunately there were many who didn’t. But she never took it personally because humans were a very violent species, and hoped one day perhaps she could stop the world from so much hate, ignorance and death. Hope had an inner love for the king but said nothing about it. The way he looked at her, touched her and spending all his spare time with her made her fall in love with him. Due to the age she was when she fell in love, she couldn’t express it. For she was only nine years old and humans that young wouldn’t know what love was, accept she knew what it was and knew it was what she was feeling. Hope needed to go for a walk because something was on her mind, and she had to get it out of her before it ate her alive. She had never heard of a human falling in love with an elf, especially a king for god sake. She was waiting for him to get done with his meetings and he always knew where to find her, for they had a connection that had formed the moment their eyes locked onto each other. She walked onto a beach and closed her eyes hearing the sound of the waves crashing, she smiled a weak smile because when her eyes opened tears fell down her cheeks as she began to sing, not knowing the king was behind her.

Island - Hopes Song

When she stopped she smiled up at the sky like it was her own little piece of heaven. When she turned to walk back into the city she stopped seeing the king for a moment, she bit her lip and cleared her throat. Hoping deeply he hadn't been there long enough to hear her sing. She walked up to him and always had a soft smile for him. "The sea called to you to?" She asked giving a gentle smile and a small nod of respect, since they were alone formalities were always dropped.

 

[Knightmare27]

Thoruil (Age 40)
A king from an old dynasty, born to king Thranimor and queen Thaliondrel.. He had been betrothed to Princess Alta of the neighboring kingdom of Gildrisar, but she disappeared when he was young, so he remains unmarried. He has been the king for twelve years now, and is generally regarded as a popular and diplomatic king who gets along well with his neighbors. Nevertheless, he is not universally beloved – his marshal, Losriel, of the ambitious house of Galadhdan, is quite openly hostile towards him, and his aunt Eaduil is not too fond of him, either. At least one assassination attempt is rumored to be her work.
Even when he was still a prince, he gained some fame when his father sent him as a representative to the village of Marrin, which had been destroyed by an avalanche. It was mainly a symbolic gesture, seeing as the young prince was only twenty years old, and he was just there to deliver aid and encouragement, but he quickly became popular with the locals because of his natural and friendly manner.
At the age of twenty-two, he nearly died in an incident when his curiosity tempted him to venture forth into the ruined tower of Saror. Deep beneath it, he found something he still refuses to talk about, but most think that it is no coincidence that he started having terrible nightmares around exactly that time.
When he was twenty-six, he got his first taste of battle. Orcs raided his kingdom, and king Thranimor assigned the young prince a unit of archers to lead. The battle had not even fully begun when an arrow pierced his belly. Despite a heroic effort to fight on, he collapsed shortly thereafter, and it was only due to luck and the magic of the legendary healer Adangil that he even survived. He still bears a scar from this.
Six years later, during another orc raid, the infamous Shame of Drelcar nearly cost him his throne, his father’s love, maybe even his life. Facing the orcs in open battle, eager to make a name for himself and strike back at them for the scar in his belly, he, in command of the entire army this time, placed his troops in an aggressive encirclement formation, hoping to take advantage of the orcs’ impetuous nature and general ignorance of tactics. Everything went well until his right flank suddenly retreated. This allowed the orcs to strike directly at the center, forcing him to flee and causing a shameful defeat. When he returned to his father with the battered remains of his battle, Losriel convinced the king that the prince’s cowardice had been at fault (Thoruil suspects to this day that the treacherous marshal was actually the one who had ordered the retreat). Not willing to hear any explanations, the enraged ruler disowned his son, only relenting four years later, when he formally reinstated him.

Physical description:

Thoruil is relatively short and stocky – for an elf. This means he is still quite a bit taller than the average man, and tends more towards the muscular than the slender. His face, too, is rounder and more “human”, but still shows the typical delicate features with a slender nose, and high cheekbones. Like all elves, he has no facial hair whatsoever and the trademark long, pointy ears. His hair is white-blond and shoulder-length. His eyes are large and green, with a brow that is a little stronger than usual.


Elves and humans had never really seen eye to eye – neither literally nor figuratively – and it was no different for king Thranimor. A very traditional ruler, he never gave much consideration to humans. They were annoyances at best, but he tended to leave them alone as long as they stayed out of his realm. At least, unlike the orcs, they were not vicious raiders. Just childlike idiots who needed to be managed carefully so they did not get any silly ideas. His son Thoruil was famously of a different opinion, and the king considered him a bit of an idiot, too. Brave, yes, but filled with silly ideas and quite frankly unelven ideas about their relationship to humans. He had always been happy to keep the prince busy with military assignments – his true talent – and away from court. Until the Shame of Drelcar. It had taken years for him to forgive Thoruil for this incredible display of cowardice. And then he had forgiven him. And died under mysterious circumstances. Now it was his son in charge, and things were about to change.
Thoruil had met Hope for the first time twelve years ago, when he was still new to the throne Orcs had raided both his land and the humans’, and it was in his pursuit of them that he had come across her. A fearless little girl, she had lifted a sword that was almost as tall as her – his sword, in fact – and fought off some orcs that were assaulting him and his royal guard. The orcs’ laughter had faded very quickly when the raging girl had fallen among them like a reaper bringing in the harvest. She had been a whirling ball of destruction. It had almost looked like she was bouncing off them, her tiny body becoming one with the flashing blade as it plunged into one orc body after another. And that scream – a scream of rage and revenge more powerful than her little lungs should have been capable of producing. A scream that hurt his ears and paralyzed him as he watched her cut her path of destruction. Looking back, he was glad he had not come near her. He would have been shredded to pieces!
Then he had adopted her. Nothing had been left of her family, or her village. Only her, the tiny avenger of them all. She had grown up in his court, learned the customs of the elves and their language. To him, she was practically an elf. To many others in his court, and he knew this, this made him practically a traitor. No one dared to openly question the king, of course, but he was no idiot, no matter what his father thought. He had his spies, and he knew what they truly thought of him. To them, she was an exotic pet and his attachment to her was seen as eccentric at best, slightly insane at worst. At first, his attachment had mostly been pity. She might have slaughtered those orcs in an unstoppable rage, but once she had calmed down, she had still been a little girl without a village or parents. So he had taken her in and grown quite attached to her over the years. She quickly turned out to not need pity at all. That fierce spirit he had seen when he had first met her was still strong in her.
Now, twelve years later, she was still living in his palace. Some – his closer friends – had learned to accept her, but most still considered her nothing more than an animal their king was especially fond of. She was a young woman of twenty-one now, and very beautiful – for a human. A brave woman, the rage that had driven her to slaughter those orcs had never returned. In fact, she seemed to be eager to spread peace and love. Not many took her efforts seriously; at most, they treated her like an overly affectionate pet. Which she was in their eyes. Just a pet – of course she could not have an official position at the court! Thoruil, of course, was more interested. He often wondered how someone who had seen so much slaughter and destruction at such a young age – and a human at that! – could remain so faithful in the good in people. She had seen her family slaughtered, her village burned down, and yet she remained determined to bring out the best in everyone – she who had seen the worst in everyone.
It was a gloomy meeting he was in. While the orc raids had diminished, there were still many problems to solve, especially in the areas that had been devastated. The rebuilding had to be organized, many new officials appointed to replace those who had been killed, sometimes in unspeakably cruel ways, by the raiders. And there was the small matter of succession… with their long lifespans, elves did not normally see an unmarried man of forty as much of a problem. An unmarried king, on the other hand, spelled all kinds of trouble. As long as he had no successor, the temptation was there for all kinds of ambitious usurpers. He had decided to draw it out a little longer. Being unmarried also had its advantages. In diplomacy, the prospect of marriage was often almost as powerful as the actual act. If he could keep his neighbors speculating on whom he might marry, he could use their hopes to his advantage. Still, he knew it was a risky game he was playing there…
Finally, he was able to take a break from his royal duties. He went to check on Hope. He always knew exactly where she was. She drew him to herself. There she was, on the beach, alone, singing in her almost elven voice. He stopped at quite a distance from her, listened and looked at her. A sad song that was coming directly from her heart. He could hear it from her voice, and he also felt it deep inside. Somehow, he could tell she was crying even though she was facing away from him. He nearly started to cry himself the longer he listened to it carry these feelings over to him.
When she had finished, he approached; she turned around and came towards him, smiling now as if she had sung her tears out of her soul. “The sea… and you”, he answered her question and smiled back at her.
“You sang beautifully”, he said, “a sad song. How fitting that you sang it to Erthruil’s tears.”
The sea was, according to an ancient legend, filled with the tears of the high elf Erthruil, who had cried for a year over those lost in the Great Storm. It was one of these old stories he always liked to think about when he saw her by the water. She came here to sing, and to be alone. Especially when she had a sad song to sing.
“Soon, I am expected back in the palace, ruling my realm. But first, let us rest here a little. It has been twelve years now since we met. Almost to the day, in fact.”
He paused a little, looked in her eyes, and sighed.
She was of them. He truly feel that. She spoke like them, she had learned their ways. And yet, in court, he had to treat her no better than his favorite horse or they would think he had lost his mind. He sometimes wished he was not a king. But there was a realm to be ruled, and people who looked up to him. He could not disappoint them. He belonged to his kingdom, except for his heart. That was hers.
“I came here for another reason, too. Now, I need your absolute secrecy on that, but I am planning something unprecedented. You know very well how my people have treated yours over the centuries. That has to change. Something is coming. Something worse than orcs. If elves and humans do not stand together, we will die together. I am not stupid. I can not end thousands of years of war. But I must talk to them…to your people.”
Anyone who knew of the history of these two people had to know what an almost impossible task that had to be.

 

[Lady_Jade666]

She didn't know what to do or how to express things, but what she did know was something was coming. "I know...." She walked up to him since they had known each other enough. As she kissed his cheek she smiled as she held in a lot over the years, it was hard to express everything but she would agree humans were ignorant and things needed to happen. "I hear the whispers of your friends, they think what happened on how we met would never happen again, but they are very wrong. I have had dreams since I became respect by some a respect by force." She knew what he wanted to do and smiled. She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled "You are special to me Thoruil you see me as a person, as an equal yet I need to prove it to your people.

She turned her head and saw the ocean and re-ran in her head how they had met and closed her eyes. "You know I would never hurt you, Since you taught me how to read, write and speak your language I know what I need to do. For I am more then what you people call humans, I am more then a "Mayflie" She wanted to grow angry but the way he looked at her was enough. "only you Thoruil mean everything to me only what you say means anything" She said softly and she felt eyes on them. She knew this was what she was hear for, she backed away and listened to everything about them. "I know you are there!' She screamed and a hooded figure appeared close with a arrow at him "No!" She ran and thought she could stop the arrow but instead it pierced her an arrow meant for Thoruil. She cried out and collapsed onto her knees. She ripped the arrow out of her screaming from the pain as she panted.

She reached her hand out toward the water as the figure ran she spoke in elven. "Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth dhaer; Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer" The water and ground shook violently and the water took the form of horses and went after the hooded figure taking him out.

Taking the arrow she broke it in half collapsing onto her knees. "You are my everything my king, more then you know...." She said feeling his arms around her and all she did was smiled. "We bleed the same and love the same, feel the same but your father wants me dead. I need your help you need to summon everyone in charge, its time they see what I am willing to do. Your people think that I am weak perhaps they will respect power much more? You are my friend and anyone who wants to get to you, must go through me. We need to grow the hell up both sides, and I will gather the humans I know, which are few but attention must be gotten and I can give it...if you trust me..." She knew how to make both listen she had studied enough on both sides and both sides had magic so it was going to be something that could kill her.

Slowly getting up she felt weakened but she knew all to well something was coming. "I dream about a dark figure trying to kill your people and he tortures me, but no one will ever take me alive, I rather die a thousand times over then to ever hurt you" She looked down and didn't know how he truly felt about her, he was the only one that meant the world and because of him she was able to grow up and do what needed to be done.

 

[Knightmare27]

It was very ambitious of her to want to prove herself to her people. It also proved that, for all the years she had lived with the elves, she still did not quite understand just how they thought of humans. How, to many of them, they were parodies of elf-kind. Coarser, stupider, ridiculously short-lived. Failed elves. He knew better, but most of his fellow elves simply never took the time to approach these frightening creatures closely enough to find out.

Time shattered. It fell apart into little pieces that would be stuck in his memory forever. A sudden movement. The rush of an arrow as it moved through the air. Hope screaming. The unreal sound of an arrow cutting through her flesh. Another scream. A bloody arrow in her hand. Hope on her knees. He had no weapon on him, but his legs did not care. They were running towards the place where the arrow had come from before he had even realized that fact.

As he ran after the figure, he heard rushing water behind him and knew what had happened. Her magic was strong. The very sea was rising to avenge her. And avenge it did. Immense horses of water galloped after the fleeing figure, engulfed it, dragged it back into the ocean without so much as a scream, to be swallowed by the abyss. He immediately stopped and ran back to look after Hope and see how injured she was.

To his horror, he realized that she had pulled the arrow out. Not only had this undoubtedly been excruciating - it was also something you never did with an arrow. She had a gaping wound now, her flesh ripped apart twice. And yet she was standing up, and sounded perfectly clear when she was talking. This, too, he knew from battle - he had seen people who had not really felt their wounds, fought, talked - then suddenly dropped dead.

He vaguely registered that what she was talking even made sense - but his mind was elsewhere. No. Not again. He would not let the love of his life drop dead, like so many of his fighters. As gently as possible, he pushed her onto her back and made her lie down. She needed rest now, and the bleeding needed to be stopped. His mind sought Adangil's, and barged in so rudely it almost stunned her. To the old healer's credit, her response was not a devastating bolt of pain or some other retaliation for this apparent psychic attack, but a much calmer thought, tinged with shock, confusion and, yes, a little bit of anger (who could have blamed her). The words "I am on the way, your majesty" formed in his mind. Just that. Concise, but oddly formal. He relaxed a little, knowing that the best healer in this, and probably some other, realms was on her way.

Back to Hope. "You are right, these are things we must do. But first, you must survive. Please, survive..."

 

[Lady_Jade666]

She looked at him and felt her wounds she places his hand on her wound and her hand over his. The pain seen in her eyes but no tears come no whimpering from the pain of it. "I learned from your mother....she taught me what I need to know because she knows I love you." She closes her eyes and a soft elven chant came from her lips "Immen Duath CaedaSui Tollech, gwanna(thach) Omen. Boe paid bain gwannathar. Boe cuil ban firitha.." When her eyes opened up they were very Elvish. She smiled as she sang to him and the wound healed but it had weakened her.

What she sings to him

His mother in one form or another knew her love for her son was pure and no matter what form it was true enough. To know that someone knew she was good, she moved his hand and there was a small scar. "Bring your people together I know what to do with them how to start building that bridge, but I need you strong because what I need to do will be hard for you to see but I know you care for me I can see it in your eyes. Bring everyone even your father who sent the assassin..." She reached up stroking his cheek. Funny thing was it was a dream that she spoke to his mother. But something about her was familiar it was almost like she looked like her but much older. Her legs buckled and she fell into his arms, feeling his strong arms around her.

Looking into his eyes she smiled "-n meles ldë Thoruil" She told him she loved him in elvish and she closed her eyes passing out.

 

[Knightmare27]

She was working her healing magic... it would close the wound, but he still wanted Adangil by her side as quickly as possible. The arrow could have been poisoned. It could have left a deeper wound than he had thought. Many terrifying possibilities raced through his mind and made him wish the healer would hurry up even more. He could already feel her grow weaker in his arms, her heart slowing down as she slipped away...

Even in mortal danger, her thoughts were clear. She was not letting an arrow slow her down, but he really wished she would. Her life came first, at least to him. Someone had tried to kill her, and he would have to find out who. The assassin was gone now, drowned beneath the sea. The difficulty was not in finding out what enemies she had, but in finding out which one of her enemies had stooped so low as to attempt to murder her.

She was passed out now. He laid her down on the sand and waited for Adangil. As he had feared, the arrow had been poisoned... a most unusual poison that even she was not entirely sure she had been able to draw out. They carried her back to the castle and put her on the bed. As he left to allow her some sleep, he kissed her and whispered: "I must go and rule my realm now, my love. Fight well for me."

 

[Lady_Jade666]

She was tossing and turning as what ever was going on with her was seeing his mother again so many questions went through her mind but she shook her head and pointed for her to go, saying he was still in danger and that nothing had stopped and what she did not know was she was out for days, but when she finally woke up she had purpose and knew something was going on, she could feel it. She got dressed quickly and didn't know what to do with everything going on, she ran to the throne room but stopped dead, she could hear so much yelling and felt the anger. Then her anger began to grow within her and the doors were thrown open by her power, a great wind threw both doors open and they made eye contact quickly.

"fárëa!" (Enough) She screamed in elvish it was hard for her to speak Elvish when she felt this way. Her outfit was something she had never warn before but her hair swept back in a pony tail she figured she needed to look the part. As she had screamed glass all over broke and as she walked up to him, a sword to her hip. "What is it with you people, the only thing you seem to respect is ability" She growled and shook her head. "I am human yes but has it accrued to you people I am here with a purpose? I don't care what I have to do to prove to you I am more then just a pet?" She closed her eyes and as she slowly chanted something under her breath and her hand coming up took on a ball of fire. When she opened up her eyes she actually saw them back off.

When she saw them she saw the fear when she shook her head she looked up at the king and gave him a soft smile she actually took a knee right before him showing her respect like she always did rather they were together alone or rather people were in ear shot. she looked in her hand and squeezed it and the ball of flame seem to disappear within her skin she slowly stood up and then turned around on her heel she shook her head she never wanted it to be this way but somehow she had to reach them. "What's your king is telling you is very real you may see me as human humans in which I know are nothing to you people unfortunately my people have been an enemy due to a lot of ignorance and I am sorry that has happened but I am one human out of millions. My people fear you because of your long lives and because of your magic because no matter how much my people dabble in magic. We do not have the lifeline you do in order for us to become stronger we have to have the same life and we don't.

But I have seen what the King has seen he may be young and he may have a pet as you people call me by his side but I have given him the same pledge that I will give to you your king means everything to me I have not been in the human realm ever since I was little but I know things that you can use to your advantage or take the information and ignore it and if you ignore it you will end up being extinct humans like to think we've been here the longest and they are very wrong. I know the history of the elves some have actually given either friendship how else do you think I know your language know how you write and be able to read it I know you're miss your dreams your hope I begged you let me show you what the king is talking about because I can prove an enemy much more fierce than humans is coming and coming soon"

She looked up at her friend and she spoke in Latin which she taught him "Habeo fides tua et amor meus?" She smiled knowing no one would know what she said, if they did it would translate to "Do I have your trust my love" She taught him Latin so they would be able to have a conversation in front of people but she didn't speak it much.

All she needed? was a nod

 

[Knightmare27]

Thoruil was sitting at a table at the foot of his throne, "conversing" with several of his advisors, when the doors were suddenly blown open. Guards jumped to their feet and ran towards the intruder, who was...Hope. Once his shock had worn off, he felt relief. And annoyance. He was relieved she had recovered so quickly. And annoyed that she had snapped in such an obvious way. How was he going to justify her living in the castle now?

Pain. In his ears. His eye told him something he could not believe: It was Hope who had screamed so loudly some windows had shattered. Yet it was her. The guards, already on their way to seize the intruder, stopped for a moment - only to see her conjure a fireball. What was she doing? She meant him no harm, did she? Had she gone insane? His hand was already holding his sword. He raised it and walked towards her.

At least she was explaining herself. The king frowned. Bend her knee as she might, she had burst into the throne room and used dangerous magic in front of the king. Forget justifying her living here. After what she had just done, it would be difficult to justify not brutally executing her. He had a headache, and it was not only because his sensitive ears were still ringing like an entire Holy Grove's worth of bells.

Did she have any idea how little she was helping her case with her speech? It was heartfelt, and it made very good points... but she was also making it in front of the king and some of his highest advisors, accompanied by a truly frightening display of magic and after violating every known rule about how to address a king. The rage was back. The rage which had brought her to his attention all those years ago. And it was dooming her.

She was addressing him now, and he had no idea how to respond. She had just committed an uncountable number of crimes in the most public way possible. Did he trust her? Yes. Did he trust her to keep a cool head and not do the stupidest possible thing? No. Not after this. He noticed he was still pointing his sword at her, sighed, sheathed it and thought for a moment before calling off his guards, much to their surprise.

He addressed her in the same language she had used. Their secret language. He had some very personal things to tell her, and, with extreme self-control, he even managed to sound only half furious: "I will excuse myself as soon as possible and meet you in your room. The guards will believe you are confined there, so do not try to leave. I think you do not want to cause even more attention, do you...Hope?"

Only on the last word did his answer lose its menacing edge. "Guards! Escort her to her room. Make sure she stays there."

 

[Lady_Jade666]

She took a step back and looked at him sadness in her face and hung her head, but as the guards touched her a beautiful blueish/white light fell over her body. And she had no idea why in gods name this was happening, but the light left her body and expanded all over the room fixing everything that was broken and the light started to take a shape into an elven woman who stood beside her a hand on Hope's shoulder. She at fist thought she was the only one who could see her, she was dressed as a queen of Elves would be and she saw the guards take a knee and saw the look on everyone else's face. Feeling this woman place her hand on her cheek she placed her hand on this woman's shoulder and when she did that the light went within her body, she could feel this woman's spirit. Take over her body and urged her to be allowed to do it, she closed her name and when the light blinded everyone for a moment, no longer Hope stood there but now Arwen was there instead. She smiled softly at everyone in that way she used to. "Do not blame the human for coming in the way she did, that was my doing, I showed her what was coming and as you all sit here and fight, yell and scream a traitor in this room was ready to make a move on you and your father. Which was why I showed her everything she would need to help you and your forces stop this unknown terror." As she moved Arwen no longer using Hope as her body for she was using the rest of her strength. The woman walked up to Thoruil and stroked his cheek and smiled, sadness seen in her eyes. "honor me by listing to her for she holds great promise I guarantee that, and stop blaming yourself for my death" She whispered something in his ear, a hidden secret. What Hope didn't know was she was telling him, if he was ever ready to have a child that the soul of their child that died with her would be reborn and he would have a second chance.

Hope saw the look on his face and it hurt her for some reason, looking down as she watched the two until finally she heard her say goodbye. "Forgive her and love her, for you will always have my love no matter what happens my husband I want you to be happy" She looked at Hope and Hope looked like Arwen, a tear fell down Arwen's cheek as finally she was able to rest. "Watch out for him Hope you have no idea how much you hold his heart" As she moved up to Hope she headed for the doors, but turned by one last time. "Now....I can finally go" She chuckled and she was gone as fast as she appeared. Hope did not know what to do at that point, for the woman in her dream? was his wife that passed so long ago.

"Your.....wife?" The hurt was to much and she turned around and walked out the room with so much mixed feelings she didn't know what to do with all the mixed feeling, she sat on the couch on her balcony and closed her eyes silently crying.

 

[Knightmare27]

Thoruil watched in awe as his late wife's spirit left Hope's body. This was a rare power indeed, one that few elves mastered, and one that took tremendous amounts of willpower to sustain for more than a few moments. It was a little easier if you took over someone's body, like she had. But it was not really control... it was done by replacing someone's desires and thoughts with one's own, then letting them run wild. To do this successfully was a heroic feat in itself. And even then, it was crude, clumsy and could result in displays like the one the human had just given. She was lucky that his guards were slow on the draw, or she would have been cut to ribbons already.

Arwen was now next to him. A mad desire to touch her rose in him even though he knew it was only her ghost. She whispered to him, told him to trust Hope, told him that the soul of their child would come back. Then she spoke to the young woman herself. A chuckle, and she was gone. Finally gone. He knew that she had only remained because she was not done yet, that she was now finally free of her suffering and would never have to appear again...but he could not help but selfishly desire for her ghost to remain a little bit longer. A selfish bit of love wanted her to stay, even though he would not be able to touch her ever again. Even though it was pain for a spirit to stay in the world of the living... no, she had to go.

"Yes", he muttered tonelessly to Hope's question. He followed her to her room, stood on the balcony wordlessly and saw tears gather in her eyes. After a long pause, he said "I am so very sorry for having been so cold towards you. I felt I had to act...royally. I am surrounded by enemies, Hope. Many of them hate me just for having you here. If I had tolerated what you did...what it looked like you did, I would have probably been overthrown before the day had been out. An elf who lets a human push him around is a disgrace. An elven king who allows this is dead."

He took a deep breath. "Yes, that was my wife, using your body for one final message. She told me to love and forgive you. She wasted her strength. I already do."

She had told him more than that, of course, but he would tell her later, once she had digested what had happened.

 

[Lady_Jade666]

Hope didn't know what to say about any of it, she knew the display of anger was for his people but it was something else. "I know that its why I did it, to show them I have no control over what you did and what you will do" She felt everything she had felt and didn't understand everything yet. "Their is an assassin in that room with you, its why she gave me the urge to do what I normally would never do. The tears? are for her....you never told me she was pregnant when she was killed." She shook her head and putting it down she did not know what was going to happen now. "I will not let you die...I promised her I would protect you but there are assassins all around us, this madness? is the same madness she warned me about, if I hadn't done what I did? You and your father would be dead" Looking up at his angered face she saw his face seem to turn into something sweet instead of bitter.

Smiling she felt the desire that Arwen had and before she knew it, she moved closer to him and she had visions fill her head of him making love to Arwen, the emotions she had made it hard to breath or to even think. She reached up and kissed him, the kiss was sweet but forced, and when she broke the kiss. All she wanted to do is have him take her right there and then when she realized the kiss happened she backed away shaking her had? "I can feel her desire still I am sorry Thoruil" she blushed bright red not wanting him to be pissed off for following desire, she turned her back to him frustrated that her own desire for him was made that much stronger.

 

[Knightmare27]

Her promise to protect him was oddly reassuring. After all, he had seen the kind of havoc she could wreak if sufficiently angered. It was how they had met, and he knew that the little whirlwind of cutting metal and piercing screams was still inside her somewhere, ready to be unleashed on a hapless assassin. She was his best bodyguard because she was the only one he trusted without a question, something he could not say of anyone else.

He smiled at how flustered she was by the sudden kiss. Arwen had not totally left her. And she had probably allowed it, too. That was not entirely how his wife had kissed... "I know that her desire is still in you. But why are you apologizing, Hope? Didn't I tell you that she requested of me that I trust and love you? And that I already do?" He could see from her blush how glad she had been to have the excuse of that possession.

"We can bring our two peoples together. She told me to listen to you, but, again, I already would have. I know we must do it, and I can think of no one better suited to help me. I can not change the way my people think, not yet, anyway, not for a few centuries. But maybe...maybe we can at least change how they act. We must do it."

 

[Lady_Jade666]

She heard his question and she knew he loved her "Arwen will always be a part of me and I am not sure yet, she told me once I figured it out she would leave me because then I will have learned what I can do and how to harness it. I destroyed a room that she had to fix, but I don't know how to do this. I do do almost anything accept how to please you, I do know that when you are angry with me in front of people I know its to show things to your people, that you are not to be fucked with. Looking up into his eyes which were soft and full of love. She took a step to remove the gap between them and decided to put all her cards on the table, she knew how he felt and reached up kissing him lovingly on the lips, as her arms went around his neck, the kiss was full of love and longing. She was figuring out what was going to happen and she poured all her love in her kiss, so he could feel how much she honestly desired him.

 

[Knightmare27]

The kiss did not surprise him as much as it should have. A feeling of relief that she had finally plucked up the courage spread through him, stronger even than the warmth that came from her lips touching his. She held onto him as if she had to make up for years of missed kisses.

He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss, answering the love he could feel flowing through her lips with all his feelings. He could be a proper king later. A proper elven king who did not kiss animals. At the moment, he was a lover who did not care about any of that. Not about their words. Not about who he was. Just about the little sun that rose between them, bathing both of them in its warm and golden glow.

 

[Lady_Jade666]

When he returned the kiss and held onto her as close as she was holding him felt wonderful. As they kissed she started remember everything the two of them had been through together, so much joy and laughter was wonderful to remember. There had been some pain mixed in there as well, but there was more joy then anything. Returning the kiss and holding her gave her the courage to do things she never thought she would ever do. Her hands went from his back slowly to his chest, Arwen had told her it didn't matter if she cast spells using Elvish, Latin or even just her regular language she used everyday. For her love was greater then anything for she would be the first to be able to do anything she needed to do. "I love you to much and will always be with you, physically or mentally. Our people may never understand why we love each other, I guess you can call me an old soul, and this soul wants to make sure you stay safe" She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and when she cast the spell saying the words a light fell between them as she spoke.

"Great goddess of day & night
Protect Thoruil with all your might
Through the storm they will weather
And we will all rebuild together"

In doing this he would feel a warmth all over him something he had never felt before. But it wasn't a bad warmth because the warmth was her love for him, she bound herself to him. So if he ever needed her help she would feel it. When she opened up her eyes and looked up at him she smiled lovingly. And when she spoke it was without using her mouth but her mind.

"If you go to battle and I cannot go and you need my help, I will feel it. But we no longer need to use words to communicate for I bound myself to you. Not in the normal sense of course but no matter how far away we are, we will always be able to communicate" She smiled and kissed him again with a great need for him. She wanted to make love to him she had never taken a lover before, she was as flawless as snow. And as they kissed she was able to still communicate to him through their minds. "I have dreamed of you making love to me for several years, to feel you inside my body and outside it." She stopped the kiss and smiled as she spoke using her mouth. "Take me my love" What she didn't know was her being bound to him he would be able to feel how much she wanted him, how much she needed him.