SILVER SPRING

❛ LE SUILON -- Tolo, govano ven. ❜ GODLIKE, the icy flame the ETHEREAL silhouette emits soft, silent & bright & DISTANT like the priceless jewels that dress the NIGHT SKY ---- Greys burn, dimmed yet a fire to SWALLOW cities and kingdoms ALIKE, he eyes her, careful, and STEPS carry silk - clad body forth -- ❛ I hope your JOURNEY was safe --- Are you HUNGRY? ❜

FAIR KIN IS BLESSED naught only with the WISEST of all minds & the BRIGHTEST of beauties, but with the KEENEST of senses. Hence comes the AWAITED halting of long steps through now SHADOW drowned forest, after the LAST leaf crunching, it is NAUGHT but the wheezing of the ICY winds that HOWL lonely & bitter, and yet HE hears SOMETHING ELSE. Blood is THICK, he knows the SENSATION too well, the tingling familiarity of family no matter HOW dusted it MAY BE — ❛ Av-‘osto, le nathlam hí. Don’t wander alone. The forest is NO LONGER what it used to be. It is DANGEROUS. ❜

❛   I’M CERTAIN IT’S   much  easier  to  GO ON  about when  you  yourself  YET  still  have  BOTH  hands   —   i  fear  i don’t  SHARE  your  sentiments,   as  wise  or  witless  they may  BE.   ❜     words  are  callous,   RANCOR  wrought  by his  own  MASTICATION  of  self worth,   pure  savagery  replacing the  HOLLOWS  where  arrogance  once  lay.     ❛   —   it would  SEEM  my  left  hand  takes no  FAVOR  to a  blade.   once  i could  lay  WASTE  to  battlefields,   now  a  bloody  CHILD  could  unseat  me  from my  steed   …   &   with a  toy  sword  no  LESS.    ❜

❛ YOUR DARKNESS makes the shadows grow THICKER, ulunn. Iston i nîf lîn. You can’t stay.  ❜

❛ IT IS NO HAND AT ALL that wields a SWORD, hên. It is the MIND ---- Why BLEED sorrow, when burns your soul UNQUENCHED yet a warrior unmatched ? ❜

❛ AV-'OSTO. ❜ DAGGER - BEATEN gaze burns abeam with dimmed FLAMES GENUINE, though features lie UNTOUCHED, like death - embraced stars, NO HOSTILITY blooms at the pit of GUT. Neck crooks slight an angle, moon - kissed skin DRESSES itself in goosebumps upon taut throat PUMPING down the bite of bitter bile BACK DOWN to the chasm swirling within beast’s breast. Ethereal beauty, he steps forth & nearer, a GAZELLE in his grace & carefulness too, doubtless. ❛ Are you GIRL or WOLF, ennië ? ❜

 ❛ LEGOLAS, i dass carnen ?  ❜ A FATHER loving, buried ‘neath the STAR - ENGRAVED silvers of a coat so HEAVY upon shoulders, no, it is a KING now that speaks, he STARSHINE, he the NIGHT’S HAUNTING silence. Graceful steps carry SLIM FIGURE clad in riches myriad forth, GLASS - CUT gaze looks for MATCHED FLAME of ice, tall spine arched with PRIDE unmatched. ❛ I didn’t see you LEAVE. ❜