19-11-2003, 18:56
The wind blew over the Count's face as he stood as he did every year at this date upon the south tower of the palace. A tear trickled down his right cheek; it had been 15 long years since he had last seen the land of Menelmacar, his birthplace, his ancient heritage.
He stood at 6 foot and 9 inches, an impressive height to his human subjects who made up about 80% of his domain. His hair was blonde, his ears beautifully contoured, his face wonderfully carved as if he were a work of art. He was fair even to his Elven peers.
He sighed.
"Fifteen long years have I sat in dominion over my new people, Menelmacar was too borish and far too self contented. I needed a challenge to exercise my weary spirit and yet I do have a yearning to return home, if only for a brief time. Perhaps one day I shall."
No one was with him, his statement was one of self-justification, to keep his will in order to stay at his new and beautiful home.
A female, Elven with a darkish colour to her hair and a beautiful structure to her face, it was the Countess, the spouse of Daegon.
Count Daegon continued;
"And yet, my wonderful, beautiful wife is more than enough reason to stay. She is to me the fairest creation of Illuvatar that I have ever seen walk this earth. She makes Menelmacar look like the pits of Thangorodrim and the Lady Sirithil look like some foul Orc."
The Countess was moved by the open outburst of love, the unrelenting devotion, the fair words of from a fair tongue. She kissed him on the cheek with great affection and equal love.
She spoke, her voice harmonious and pure.
"Why do you linger here? Year after year for the past 15 years have you stared out over the horizon toward the south where your home, our home lies beyond the sea. Should I find you hovering here after 1000 years, even though that home you yearn to see again might have burned and fallen during such years? Seek forth your home, I will come with you if that is your wish. You could leave a Viceroy in charge until your return."
The Count lightened.
"Yes my dear, I believe I shall do that. I will have my foriegn adviser to send a message to Lady Sirithil announcing our visit. I wish greatly to hold converse with her.
"Then let it be done, my love. Seek ever your home, my lord. Your soul needs to cure itself of its wearyness, building our new home has drained your heart."
The Count and Countess departed the balcony.....
He stood at 6 foot and 9 inches, an impressive height to his human subjects who made up about 80% of his domain. His hair was blonde, his ears beautifully contoured, his face wonderfully carved as if he were a work of art. He was fair even to his Elven peers.
He sighed.
"Fifteen long years have I sat in dominion over my new people, Menelmacar was too borish and far too self contented. I needed a challenge to exercise my weary spirit and yet I do have a yearning to return home, if only for a brief time. Perhaps one day I shall."
No one was with him, his statement was one of self-justification, to keep his will in order to stay at his new and beautiful home.
A female, Elven with a darkish colour to her hair and a beautiful structure to her face, it was the Countess, the spouse of Daegon.
Count Daegon continued;
"And yet, my wonderful, beautiful wife is more than enough reason to stay. She is to me the fairest creation of Illuvatar that I have ever seen walk this earth. She makes Menelmacar look like the pits of Thangorodrim and the Lady Sirithil look like some foul Orc."
The Countess was moved by the open outburst of love, the unrelenting devotion, the fair words of from a fair tongue. She kissed him on the cheek with great affection and equal love.
She spoke, her voice harmonious and pure.
"Why do you linger here? Year after year for the past 15 years have you stared out over the horizon toward the south where your home, our home lies beyond the sea. Should I find you hovering here after 1000 years, even though that home you yearn to see again might have burned and fallen during such years? Seek forth your home, I will come with you if that is your wish. You could leave a Viceroy in charge until your return."
The Count lightened.
"Yes my dear, I believe I shall do that. I will have my foriegn adviser to send a message to Lady Sirithil announcing our visit. I wish greatly to hold converse with her.
"Then let it be done, my love. Seek ever your home, my lord. Your soul needs to cure itself of its wearyness, building our new home has drained your heart."
The Count and Countess departed the balcony.....