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My head has been bothering me. (And no, I don't mean the headache that kept me up most of last night. Or the perfume sections that made me swoon and the headache come back. Or the hiccoughing fit -- and when I hiccough, people stare at me I'm that loud. Can't help it!)
Heculo has been more or less dominating my thoughts recently. I don't think it's healthy.
Maybe it's because I found a song that reminds me of violence in general, and my mind decided that I will write nothing but angry!Heculo. Preferably kicking some random Teler's arse because said random Teler decided it was a good idea to pull a knife on him.
The lyrics have nothing at all to do with Middle-earth at all, anyways, much less Heculo. Maybe it's the tune.
The song actually isn't out yet... Not even the lyrics, so I tried to write those up as best I could.
Without further ado, the lyrics to Tool's new song Vicarious.
Tool - 10 000 Days - 09 - Vicarious
I own the T.V.
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour it happens to be
Like about a husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison MSG
To kiss him good-bye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun until someone dies
Don't look at me like I am a monster
Thrown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie into the T.V.
Stare like a zombie while a mother
Holds a child and watches him die
Kids to the sky crying:
"Why, oh, why?"
'Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I live
While the whole world dies
You all need it to enjoy life
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until
The blood is flowing
Near the grave you were born
The writers the stories told
We won't give pause until
The blood is flowing
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I live
While the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just do it in
? (Many lines) ?
Listening to the death rattle
Could you ? your
Desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
?
Give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is
So it's always been
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I live
While the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Why I thought 'Angry!Heculo' when hearing this... Somewhat beyond me, given that the song describes a personality flaw that I'm pretty sure no Elf has. After all, I can't imagine that one of Heculo's possible names (Vorosando) is entirely ironic with its meaning 'always abiding, true, firm'.
Gyah. My head is so warped. Anyone want to trade?
And to make this not a total waste of space... And in hopes of finally getting told I shouldn't write any fic, given that my characterization tends to totally fly out the window...
Heculo faces the wrong end of a knife!
Perhaps it was the shock of finding himself on the wrong end of a blade at peacetime which caused Heculo's breathing to quicken. Whether it was or no, however, he dropped his body weight and stared evenly at the razor sharp point only a few inches from his chest over his heart. In a movement too quick for any to predict, he hopped backwards and sharply kicked at the hand holding the knife. It pinwheeled through the air, propelled by the strong Noldo.
Only Tyalangan's mercifully fast reflexes prevented him from being skewered by it. As it was, the blade thudded hilt-deep in the wooden deck, pinning down a fold of the harper's robes.
Heculo faces the wrong end of a dagger!
Ainairos was armed, indeed, and the cold metal of a dagger pressed to Heculo's neck. He tried to move his arms, but his assailant's legs trapped them in. He lay his head upon the boards, glaring heatedly at the Teler. The dagger's edge came close enough to him to draw blood.
And Heculo acted. In one movement he flipped, throwing the lighter Elf over his head to crash and roll along the deck. He scrambled to his feet and clenched his hands. He stepped forward to finish this fight, but he was subdued when strong arms wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Master Heculo! Let there be no violence," ground Tyalangan in his ear, straining to hold back the Noldo. Heculo took a deep breath and dropped his arms, trembling violently with unconcealed rage.
"Give me one reason," he called down to Ainairos, who once again had the dagger in his hands, "one reason I should not slit your throat!"
"I will not have blood spilt again on my vessel," replied the calm voice of the ship's captain as that Teler appeared between the two. "Get thou to thy room, master Golodo; thou also, lord Ainairos."
"I will, and there I will remain, but only if you ensure he does not depart from his cabin. I have no wish to be slain in my sleep by a coward!"
Heculo goes philisophical! (Very short)
"Some are wholly irredeemable," he said, "and woe betide those who forget that some cannot be dissuaded from their evilness."
"You speak madness, master Golodo!" exclaimed Melissë.
"Nay. I speak truth."
"Truth and madness are not yet the same," said Tyalangan. He was trying to reason; how cute.
"Quite the contrary."
The *updated* history of Melissë
Melissë was raised in Alqualondë with her parents. Her father was Vanyarin and her mother Telerin thus her father-name is Quenya and her mother-name Telerin. Melissë became a dancer of decent talent and was allowed to dance for the royals of Alqualondë. It was not too long after that that she met Kelumo Solwion, her mother's newest pupil. Melissë's mother Elinda was a singing tutor. Melissë ended up around him a lot, and as he grew up, she fell in love with him.
When the first Kinslaying occurred, Melissë's mother perished while fighting for her people and so Melissë's ties with the Teleri were severed. Her father, who had only remained in Alqualondë for love of his wife, returned to Valmar to be with his family and Melissë was left to help repair the damage done to the once-white city. With her mother dead, though, she felt out of place and so fled to Valmar to escape the memories of the Kinslaying, where she adopted a Quenya name similar to her mother-name (which is Melissë).
Amongst the Vanyar her delight in dancing and the mastery of her own body were even more out of place and even her father could not keep her in Valmar, so she wandered Valinor. Tyalangan found her, strangely, in Tirion upon Tuna, and he asked her to return. Melissë could not deny her heart, and she returned despite continued misgivings.
When Melissë at last returned to her home Alqualondë, there was an uproar about the War of Wrath and the Teleri were being asked to man ships. There was such lack of willing sailors that Melissë was asked to carry out tasks high in the rigging, where her balance was better than most. Upon the return trip, she met Heculo the kinslayer, and immediately formed a strong enmity. Upon learning more about him, however, she noted the similarities between his life and hers and began to pity, then sympathize with him. Once she stopped trying to hurt him, anyways.
After, though, she still stayed with Tyalangan for love of him. She traveled when he did, with the musicians of Alqualondë, to various places in Valinor to play tunes and dance. For visits to Tol Eressëa she, as he did, used the Sindarin versions of her names.
As a final, completely random note: I use the tag 'melisse' whenever what I'm saying has anything to do with the rather rag-tag group of OCs Chrisie and I have cooked up.
'T least they aren't Sues and Stus! ^-^
Heculo has been more or less dominating my thoughts recently. I don't think it's healthy.
Maybe it's because I found a song that reminds me of violence in general, and my mind decided that I will write nothing but angry!Heculo. Preferably kicking some random Teler's arse because said random Teler decided it was a good idea to pull a knife on him.
The lyrics have nothing at all to do with Middle-earth at all, anyways, much less Heculo. Maybe it's the tune.
The song actually isn't out yet... Not even the lyrics, so I tried to write those up as best I could.
Without further ado, the lyrics to Tool's new song Vicarious.
Tool - 10 000 Days - 09 - Vicarious
I own the T.V.
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour it happens to be
Like about a husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison MSG
To kiss him good-bye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun until someone dies
Don't look at me like I am a monster
Thrown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie into the T.V.
Stare like a zombie while a mother
Holds a child and watches him die
Kids to the sky crying:
"Why, oh, why?"
'Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I live
While the whole world dies
You all need it to enjoy life
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until
The blood is flowing
Near the grave you were born
The writers the stories told
We won't give pause until
The blood is flowing
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I live
While the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just do it in
? (Many lines) ?
Listening to the death rattle
Could you ? your
Desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
?
Give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is
So it's always been
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I live
While the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Why I thought 'Angry!Heculo' when hearing this... Somewhat beyond me, given that the song describes a personality flaw that I'm pretty sure no Elf has. After all, I can't imagine that one of Heculo's possible names (Vorosando) is entirely ironic with its meaning 'always abiding, true, firm'.
Gyah. My head is so warped. Anyone want to trade?
And to make this not a total waste of space... And in hopes of finally getting told I shouldn't write any fic, given that my characterization tends to totally fly out the window...
Heculo faces the wrong end of a knife!
Perhaps it was the shock of finding himself on the wrong end of a blade at peacetime which caused Heculo's breathing to quicken. Whether it was or no, however, he dropped his body weight and stared evenly at the razor sharp point only a few inches from his chest over his heart. In a movement too quick for any to predict, he hopped backwards and sharply kicked at the hand holding the knife. It pinwheeled through the air, propelled by the strong Noldo.
Only Tyalangan's mercifully fast reflexes prevented him from being skewered by it. As it was, the blade thudded hilt-deep in the wooden deck, pinning down a fold of the harper's robes.
Heculo faces the wrong end of a dagger!
Ainairos was armed, indeed, and the cold metal of a dagger pressed to Heculo's neck. He tried to move his arms, but his assailant's legs trapped them in. He lay his head upon the boards, glaring heatedly at the Teler. The dagger's edge came close enough to him to draw blood.
And Heculo acted. In one movement he flipped, throwing the lighter Elf over his head to crash and roll along the deck. He scrambled to his feet and clenched his hands. He stepped forward to finish this fight, but he was subdued when strong arms wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Master Heculo! Let there be no violence," ground Tyalangan in his ear, straining to hold back the Noldo. Heculo took a deep breath and dropped his arms, trembling violently with unconcealed rage.
"Give me one reason," he called down to Ainairos, who once again had the dagger in his hands, "one reason I should not slit your throat!"
"I will not have blood spilt again on my vessel," replied the calm voice of the ship's captain as that Teler appeared between the two. "Get thou to thy room, master Golodo; thou also, lord Ainairos."
"I will, and there I will remain, but only if you ensure he does not depart from his cabin. I have no wish to be slain in my sleep by a coward!"
Heculo goes philisophical! (Very short)
"Some are wholly irredeemable," he said, "and woe betide those who forget that some cannot be dissuaded from their evilness."
"You speak madness, master Golodo!" exclaimed Melissë.
"Nay. I speak truth."
"Truth and madness are not yet the same," said Tyalangan. He was trying to reason; how cute.
"Quite the contrary."
The *updated* history of Melissë
Melissë was raised in Alqualondë with her parents. Her father was Vanyarin and her mother Telerin thus her father-name is Quenya and her mother-name Telerin. Melissë became a dancer of decent talent and was allowed to dance for the royals of Alqualondë. It was not too long after that that she met Kelumo Solwion, her mother's newest pupil. Melissë's mother Elinda was a singing tutor. Melissë ended up around him a lot, and as he grew up, she fell in love with him.
When the first Kinslaying occurred, Melissë's mother perished while fighting for her people and so Melissë's ties with the Teleri were severed. Her father, who had only remained in Alqualondë for love of his wife, returned to Valmar to be with his family and Melissë was left to help repair the damage done to the once-white city. With her mother dead, though, she felt out of place and so fled to Valmar to escape the memories of the Kinslaying, where she adopted a Quenya name similar to her mother-name (which is Melissë).
Amongst the Vanyar her delight in dancing and the mastery of her own body were even more out of place and even her father could not keep her in Valmar, so she wandered Valinor. Tyalangan found her, strangely, in Tirion upon Tuna, and he asked her to return. Melissë could not deny her heart, and she returned despite continued misgivings.
When Melissë at last returned to her home Alqualondë, there was an uproar about the War of Wrath and the Teleri were being asked to man ships. There was such lack of willing sailors that Melissë was asked to carry out tasks high in the rigging, where her balance was better than most. Upon the return trip, she met Heculo the kinslayer, and immediately formed a strong enmity. Upon learning more about him, however, she noted the similarities between his life and hers and began to pity, then sympathize with him. Once she stopped trying to hurt him, anyways.
After, though, she still stayed with Tyalangan for love of him. She traveled when he did, with the musicians of Alqualondë, to various places in Valinor to play tunes and dance. For visits to Tol Eressëa she, as he did, used the Sindarin versions of her names.
As a final, completely random note: I use the tag 'melisse' whenever what I'm saying has anything to do with the rather rag-tag group of OCs Chrisie and I have cooked up.
'T least they aren't Sues and Stus! ^-^