;; ☁ - BLESSED ONE

    “Thank you,” he mumbled, doing as he was bid. A tired eyebrow curved upwards at his words, and he let out a deep sigh before replying. “You think it is possible? I do not want anymore of my men to die in vain.” 

       “Your  men who have now been turned  immortal  deserve to be released from this  curse  that has them following Morgause,”  whether it was separate magic to the freedom from death,  the druid did not know.  “Castles and cities have been taken before...  those  loyal  to you are spread further than that...”

       As some of you may have noticed, this blog has become rather neglected over the last few weeks - I have been spending more time on my historical muse and my multi as things happened there ( plots etc ).

So I have come to the decision to archive this blog. I won’t be abandoning Manwe, however, he will be moved to my multi-muse blog. Some threads will be carried over as well as some relationships with roleplayers.

It’s been a good few years with this muse, but I feel that to continue to give him the attention he deserves, this is the best course of action.

      She had been on her OWN for so long now, that sometimes she let her GUARD down and would forget to stay alert. But for the past week, she had taken notice to a certain CREATURE that appeared to have been following her. She oft pretended not to notice; assuming the eagle was nature’s way of giving her a GUARDIAN. After all – she had never seen an eagle quite like THIS one; with eyes like none other. No – something was special about this one.

      She heard his WARNING and was quick to ACT. She had also assumed there was a DISTURBANCE approaching and the alert from the eagle confirmed her worries. Quickly, she took to the trees – climbing one until she reached a high enough branch so that she may remain unseen. Surely enough – moments later there would be a dozen of Orcs jogging in unison and clanging fists to metal ARMOR. She held her breath and remained absolutely still, WAITING for the vile creatures to carry on. When they were a great deal out of ear shot and she was sure the coast was CLEAR, she finally allowed herself back down upn the ground.

      ❝ You’re no ordinary bird, are you? ❞ she questioned, peering up to the one who saved her life.

      With  a relieved gaze,  wings settled back against his form though feathers remained  tense  as the gathering of orcs marched below.  He believed if he had been one of the Children of Ilúvatar then the foul  stench   &&  the cloud of  darkness  would have forced bile to rise from his stomach.

He looked so completely joyful at this moment and Nienna found herself simultaneously happy for him and sorrowful. The knowledge of peace and joy was something her kin could possess and experience in fullness. But what of herself? No, as an embodiment of Eru’s thoughts, knowledge of peace and joy only brought forth her sorrow at its diminished state in the world and the pity and mercy that came with it.

Still, moments like these could bring her as close to that joy which her kin experienced as she could hope to get. For now it was more than enough. Nienna did not loop or dive through the air as he did, preferring to simply glide tranquilly along, buoyed by the wind.

“They seem to like him well enough also. Knowing your highly esteemed eagles that must be quite the honor; and one that I am thankful he has… I worry for him often.”

       His  feathered form dipped  &&  dived,  twirled  &&  circled in the air                   no other time,  other than when he shared space with  Varda,   felt more  homely  than this.  As she spoke,  Nienna’s voice coursed along the wind,  like soft  chimes,    &&  if his form could,  it would  SMILE.

“Yes, so do I, for I know that some who are persecuted do not deserve such harsh treatment.” She looked around them again, realising that they had talked of much deeper things when really, they had only come out for cake ingredients. “So, what else do we need for this cake?”

       Cake?  Oh,  yes!  It would seem the conversation had turned  &&  the notion of cake had  slipped  between them.  “We require eggs  &&  flour...  the village shall have these things readily.  Do you hear the  bustle?   We are  close...”

          Ah, so that’s it. “—Yes. Though there’s hardly anything to worry about. They’re more like overgrown sheep than anything venomous. We use them for their silk. They… are not the corrupted, terrible things that once plagued us. These are different. What they should have been, before evil took hold.” A pause, and then, “Would you like to see them?”