NationStates Jolt Archive

“There, in that cove, the elf wearing something that looks like a cross between a bikini and a robe. Run friendly/diplomatic/emergency IFF and land on the beach next to her. Me and Samah will go out, you guys make sure the engines are running. We're gonna need to get to the DNSs very soon, and I don't want the engines cooling down,” ordered Bill as he left the bridge. He met with Samah at the ramp. A slight bump later, the ramp lowered, revealing a sunny beach.

“Are you sure that we need to do this? I don't like being on Earth this close to what you did, Arda's at least in temporary uproar. And she does have some sort of... hey wait a minute, I'm talking to you!” Bill hurried after Samah, who had already walked onto the beach.

Samah slowly approached Siri, when he was 2 meters away he knelt in the sand, head downcast. “Lady Sirithil, I have news for you. The Morgoth has been cast into a Black hole, along with the Silmarils. I witnessed it with my own eyes. His menace is gone for an age or more.”

Bill ended up kneeling a meter behind Samah and off to the left, muttering something about elves and ceremony.

Siri lay on the beach of Puerto Rico, enjoying the warmth of the sun; ironically, this place was actually cooler in climate than Menelmacar, but she didn't care. It was friendly, and far from her troubles, and that's what she needed right now. She let out a contented sigh, and sipped a nice fruity drink.

A shadow fell across her, and the Elvenqueen opened her eyes; someone was kneeling before her, saying he came with news. She listened, blinked, and sat up.

"What? How? How is this possible?" She got to her feet. "Tell me everything."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Regent of Lavenrunz
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Bill jumps in first, standing as he talks. "Well, we found out that a miner-ship found a Silmaril while gem-netting through a nebula, I was dispached to purchase it from them, but their ship was old, and the ship had a internal explosion. Both it's occupants were dead by the time I got there. I recovered the Silmaril, then Slipped to... A location that will remain unnamed. Samah had just been given his command, which by a totally random quirk of fate had been named after the gems. I gave the lad the gem as the pommelstone on his sword, and pointed him in the right direction."

Samah still wore the armor that the Elves of the West had given him, he as well rose from his kneeling position. "The Silmaril granted me access through the veil, and we were lead to an audience with Manwë. He barely heard my plea before agreeing, but he and the Valar argued through most of the night on the task. They're voices were heard in every mind in the place, so powerful the argument was. I was given gifts by the Eldar in that land before we all traveled back to Earth, and Melkor. He had run from Mars to his stronghold in Arda. Through luck we landed during a natural electrical storm, along with the cloaking elements already in the ship it made my ship undetectable to their sensors. I then split from the Valar and went to the Melkorian MAD control panel nearest. My crew," Samah stops for a moment, the loss of his crew hitting him full on. He swallows and continues. "My crew... distracted the guards for long enough that I was able to infect their computers with a AI virus. As Menelmacar and his other enemies are still around, I see that it worked," said Samah with a hint of a smile at the end.

"I then hid for a week in the bowels of Arda as the Valar fought Melkor nearby. Their battle blew the ground above them away, so I suspect that once the smoke has cleared we will be able to see a very large hole in the countryside of Arda. Unfortunatly I was uncovered by a orc, and was forced to run for my life. With the Orcish hordes behind me, I fled toward the battle. I entered the room that they fought in, and by chance Melkor's back was to me. I stabbed him through his foul neck, the Silmaril's light on the Pommel burned him, even as he desired it. Manwë used my ship to take us to a black hole, and case Melkor into it." Now for the slightly harder part, "Along with all the Silmarils, to be released if Melkor broke his bonds of captivity."

"Manwë however did not estimate the effects of vacume and the black hole, and I lost my eyes to them. Aulë made me new ones, and the AIs on the Apperition, the ship behind me, fixed everything else. This is what I have been instructed to tell you." Samah left noticably out the blood Melkor had spilled on him, easily visible if one were to look at his hands. He also left out how it hand Changed him, how it would forever tempt him to change over to Evil.

Sirithil blinked a bit... her face looks torn between joy and sadness.

"So... the Silmarils... are gone, then? And the Valar... they were here? On this world? And I missed them?" She sighed a bit.

Finally, she peered at Samah. "There is a taint about you," she said. "A strange darkness, that hangs about you like a cloud."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
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Regent of Lavenrunz
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Samah sighed, "The wounding of Melkor caused him to bleed upon me. There was a single moment when I seemed to touch his mind, but it was only a fleeting thought. The blood did stain my hand, and it calls to me, whispers evil thoughts. There is no way to get rid of it, and it has... Changed me. I am now aware/attuned to magic more than my distant connection as a half-elf afforded me. But the blood does not begin to win purchase yet, perhaps the eyes that were granted to me help in my fight against that taint."

Bill's eyes widened in a sort of shock and understanding. Samah seemed so different from the young, youthful captain he had seen barely 2 weeks ago. His office as The Black would mean that he had to report this, but perhaps he would leave out some parts...

"Very well," Siri said with a nod, "I wish you the best of luck in your... inner battle. Now... please... tell me why the Valar came to this world and yet... did not come to see me..."

~Siri

"They were reluctant to come to this plane of reality in the first place, and the fight against Melkor took more out of them then they would care to admit. Tuklas was knocked out, and the rest were wiery. They did however order me to relate the events to you, so you can be rest assured that you have not strayed far from their thoughts in these ages past." Samah half-heartedly wondered if the only reason Manwë had told him to talk to Siri was to avoid her wraith should she ever journey back to the West.

Sirithil nodded. "I... understand... it must have been a difficult battle. I'm sure they would not spurn me if they could avoid it. Now, I must know... how did you go into the West, though, and yet return? It was my impression the Straight Road was what the mortals call a one-way street."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
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Regent of Lavenrunz
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Bill stiffened and stared a his hands, flexing them. Nah, couldn't have... still human, well cept for the cyborg bits. Wait a second... Bill felt something become heavy in his pocket. He took it out, the writing on it glowed in elvish. He could have sworn that Aulë had a twinkle of laughter in his eyes when he left the Apperition and bid him fairwell. Damn gods, so needing to stress their superiority. Meanwhile Samah had been talking.

"Well I had to go back to this Plane because I was transporting the Valar, I supposed they are able to bend the rules of the Veil. And I can hardly belive that they would want to keep Bill there for an eternity. He gets in enough trouble just walking to the store here, imagine what he could do with so many items of a magic nature nearby..." Samah joked.

"HaHaHa, very funny. Now something tells me this is for you, Lady Siri. I can't read the form of elvish, but it's probably from Aulë." He hands Siri the box, which opens as it enters her hands, revealing a note and a simple necklace, a strand of spun metal held a small gem, glowing with a the light of a star.

Sirithil gasped softly as she opened it. "It's... it's incredible," she whispered as she lifted the necklace from the box. She examined it for almost a full minute before carefully, almost reverently, draping it about her neck. She reached then for the note, opening it with equal care.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
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Regent of Lavenrunz
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It might not shine as bright as a Silmaril, but it shouldn't cause as much trouble as a Silmaril either. Sorry we were in a rush, but Tuklas got K.O.'ed and you have no idea how whiney he would be if he missed out on a visit with you. Keep an eye on Samah. The eyes put in there should help him resist Melkor's evil, but it's not a done deal. If he were to turn, well, it wouldn't be pretty.

Sirithil read the note in silence, and tucked it carefully into... somewhere in her clothing. She smiled gently at Samah. "Thank you for bringing this to me," she said softly. "It means a great deal to me."

"Now... do you have any records and data you can forward to my ship? Telemetry, sensor readings, video footage? Anything related to this incident with Morgoth and the Silmarils."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
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Regent of Lavenrunz
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Bill replied, "We can give you the current location of the Morgoth, and some footage that was visible of the damage to the countryside. I'm fairly sure that there is no footage of the battle itself, it was underground to start and when they blew off the roof of the cavern there was too much dirt in the air. There is a couple of shots that we got of the West while we returned the Valar, but that's about it."

Samah finished with a single statement, "There is one last thing. If Morgoth should ever escape the Silmarils will be released. They will scatter, except for the one bound to me. It will return to my side, and I will not in good councience be able to give them to you or yours. I am sorry, but while your Oath is binding, so is my dedication to righting wrongs such as his release. I hope that we will never share opposite sides of the same battlefield, but I must acknowage this possiblity."

"Oh sheat; you idiot!," screams Bill inside the confines of his skull.

Sirithil seemed to change in that moment... it was not a change towards darkness so much as... seeming greater, beautiful yet terrible. Her eyes narrowed, their glow of Tree-light rising; she gestured at her two visitors, putting forth her power, and both Bill and Samah were rooted to their spots, unable to move.

"Understand this," Sirithil said coldly. "I swore not my husband's vow. But my son did, and there are still influential nobles in my country that were bound to Fëanor's rule. If the Silmarils re-emerge and you keep one from us, I cannot make promises as to what will happen. I might be bound to the oath despite not having sworn it, lest my son and the nobles move against me and tear my country apart. I will not let that happen. And all this is even before we consider the terrible risk of you losing your struggle with Morgoth's taint, and handing the Gem to him willingly."

"So... think... carefully."

She dropped her arm to her side again, releasing the pair from her power.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
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Regent of Lavenrunz
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Samah tapped into a newfound power, his eyes glowed a pure blue, like a laserbeam they changed the color of the daylight around him. "My taint will not rule me so long as I draw breath, know that. I fear not your power, though it is great. I was at the epicenter of a War of Wraith, and did survive. I am no longer half-elf; no race that you have knowage of. I do not mean to threaten, only to inform that I cannot allow you to have the Silmaril bound to me if Melkor doth walk this Earth. To do so would be to do a diservice to the peoples of this earth, your kin included. I do not wish for you to lose your empire, but it is not a thing that I can be released from. I have an Oath to Manwe to return to the west. It might not be as powerful as your kins, but it is still quite binding."

He relaxes, and the blue fades to a lighter shade, but still hangs around him.

Bill has taken a few involuntary steps backward during this entire debacle that began to unfold in front of him with Samah's answer. Oh you idiot, we can't go to war with both Menelmacar AND Arda and hope to survive. Unless they both arrived at the same time and thought each other were greater enemies... Oh wait, do it. My loyalty as The Black is for DNS to survive, not me.

Sirithil nodded a bit, glancing about to satisfy herself the beach was empty. And then she looked into Samah's eyes, with a gaze more meaningful and determined even than her previous. She spoke softly, but with gravity and passion. "Your words are brave, but I will believe your ability to contend with the will of Morgoth when I see it. If you cannot give me the stone, you will swear an Oath to me, as well; that it is bound to you, as it was to Eärendil, can never be known to anyone beyond this beach. Yes, I will keep a secret from my son to save my realm. And you will keep the secret from all who live, or not, or are yet to be born. And should the day come that Morgoth is destroyed, you will return the Silmaril to the House of Fëanor. Will you swear?"

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Regent of Lavenrunz
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"I will swear that oath, I do not truly desire the gem as it is, only the power that it grants me. But should the Morgoth ever die and return, I cannot vouch for my actions. Hopefully his cage of gravity will keep him locked up for the rest of the ages, but I cannot dare that fools hope."

Samah again kneels, "I swear upon all the Valar that should the Morgoth be destroyed I will return the Silmaril to the House of Fëanor, for it will lose all value to me. I will also keep my possesion of the Silmaril secret from all that do not know of it's binding to me." The last of the blue light leaves Samah, his eyes returning to a pale white.

Bill stood quietly, mearly observing the new exchange.

OOC: Just to break up the exchange with a bit of fluff, I happened to be very bored earlier and rendered a pic of Siri's new necklace, enjoy.
http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/119577/5.jpg

"Rise, then," Sirithil said softly, extending a hand to help him up. "For I accept your Oath, and the contract in which it binds us both. Again I wish you only the best of fate in these affairs, and whatever aid can be given without putting my people at unacceptable risk, I will render. Contact the Gilthoniel, berthed at Roosevelt Roads, and give them whatever information you can; and the matter of the Silmaril will stay between us."

"I hope that I will survive the coming battles, and do live to see your face again in a situation that is not as heavy-hearted as this one is. You will have the information you seek, make sure that it is kept secret and safe. DNS may yet survive the coming battles, and if we do we will endevor to make this galaxy a safer place for the raising of this world's children. Perhaps we may do this together, but the time for war is nigh apon us, and we dare not tarry longer than we must. Good bye Lady Sirithil, may the gods bless both of us in what we must do." Samah bowed to her and started making his way back to the Apperition.

Bill steped forward, "I thank you for letting him take that oath instead of further aggrevating realtions between our nations. He is an impulsive youth, and I fear that his burden may overpower him. DNS will survive in one form or another the battles that follow, even if it is only a shadow of our former self. Along with the information you will be sent is my private communication address. I am the Black of the DNS government, and my post affords me certain responsiblites. I would be remiss not to ask what support you could give."

Samah placed the orders for the information to be transfered, and walked quickly to his room. He became tired, he was relativity new to magic, and it ate more out of him than it would after he had gotten used to it. He hoped so anyway. He lay in his bed and drifted to sleep.

He awoke moments later, not on the ship but in a canyon rimmed with fires. He stood, and felt the leash attached to his right hand pull him. At it's end was a black blob, dragging him towards the dark end of the canyon. He struggled against it, but it was relentless in it's dragging. He saw in horror that the leash was not attached to his hand, it was his arm, and the blob his hand. His eyes opened, and a white beam ventured out slowly, pushing against the black calling to him.

The blob, his hand, threw itself at his face, and was slowed to a stop by the beam. They tangled, each side trying to gain a foothold against the other. Samah was a bystander to the fight that raged in his body. He tried to regain control of the organs lost to him, with all his will he fought against the black and white that controlled his body, and suddenly he awoke, his last image of the black and white melding into a gray.

The gray was not peaceful in it's awakening, but rather a sign that the hard absolutes would mearly fight at the small scale for as long as it took.