I dreamed I was drifting on a howling wind
Who; Lúthien Tinúviel and YOU
What; Lúthien has just arrived in the Underworld and she's understandably freaked out. Wanna give an Elf a helping hand?
Where; From the Dock to housing, I guess?
When; Tuesday afternoon/evening.
Rating; PG on her end.
Status; Open, ongoing.
At first, she thought it was a dream. Lúthien knew without a doubt that she'd gone to sleep by her husband's side; she'd taken the Nauglamir from her neck and rested it at her bedside table as she did each night. There had been nightingales singing in the trees outside the eaves of their home as she and Beren spoke together in hushed tones before falling asleep.
The rocking sensation of the boat was what woke her, and she might have continued to believe it was a dream if it had transitioned to some other scene. When the ferryman left her at the dock without a word of explanation, however, she was quite sure it was real, for if and when her dreams faded into nightmares, she was always in Angband, always in Morgoth's court.
This place, however, was new, and completely foreign to her. It was a vast and dark cave, that much was clear, and she was on a dock by a river, clad n her night dress. Lúthien took a deep breath to try and remain calm, taking stock of her surroundings before loping into the shadows of the closest building where she could collect herself without feeling so exposed.
Her mind raced with theories of where she was and why she'd been brought there. Beren was nowhere in sight, and that was possibly most worrisome to her. When had they been separated? Was it possible that the spies of Morgoth had taken her from her home as she'd slept? It was true that their lands had become far more vulnerable since the Girdle of Melian had been withdrawn; if the Dark Lord had planned to take revenge against her and her husband for their theft of the Silmaril, he would have been able to find a way. And yet, if he'd intended to do so, why had he waited so long? Melian had departed some years before, and her protection with her.
The cavern didn't look like Angband, but the cunning of Morgoth was not to be underestimated. If he'd chosen to wait this long to spring some trap on her, then Lúthien knew that she would have to keep her wits about her if she intended to escape. Whispering a prayer of protection to the Valar, wishing for a cloak or a weapon, Lúthien began to make her way into the city to search for answers, keeping to the shadows all the while.
What; Lúthien has just arrived in the Underworld and she's understandably freaked out. Wanna give an Elf a helping hand?
Where; From the Dock to housing, I guess?
When; Tuesday afternoon/evening.
Rating; PG on her end.
Status; Open, ongoing.
At first, she thought it was a dream. Lúthien knew without a doubt that she'd gone to sleep by her husband's side; she'd taken the Nauglamir from her neck and rested it at her bedside table as she did each night. There had been nightingales singing in the trees outside the eaves of their home as she and Beren spoke together in hushed tones before falling asleep.
The rocking sensation of the boat was what woke her, and she might have continued to believe it was a dream if it had transitioned to some other scene. When the ferryman left her at the dock without a word of explanation, however, she was quite sure it was real, for if and when her dreams faded into nightmares, she was always in Angband, always in Morgoth's court.
This place, however, was new, and completely foreign to her. It was a vast and dark cave, that much was clear, and she was on a dock by a river, clad n her night dress. Lúthien took a deep breath to try and remain calm, taking stock of her surroundings before loping into the shadows of the closest building where she could collect herself without feeling so exposed.
Her mind raced with theories of where she was and why she'd been brought there. Beren was nowhere in sight, and that was possibly most worrisome to her. When had they been separated? Was it possible that the spies of Morgoth had taken her from her home as she'd slept? It was true that their lands had become far more vulnerable since the Girdle of Melian had been withdrawn; if the Dark Lord had planned to take revenge against her and her husband for their theft of the Silmaril, he would have been able to find a way. And yet, if he'd intended to do so, why had he waited so long? Melian had departed some years before, and her protection with her.
The cavern didn't look like Angband, but the cunning of Morgoth was not to be underestimated. If he'd chosen to wait this long to spring some trap on her, then Lúthien knew that she would have to keep her wits about her if she intended to escape. Whispering a prayer of protection to the Valar, wishing for a cloak or a weapon, Lúthien began to make her way into the city to search for answers, keeping to the shadows all the while.