kai silva đź‘‘ [aragorn] (arnor) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-08-02 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * laura, r: kai silva |
WHO: Kai
WHEN: August 2
WHERE: The zooooo
SUMMARY: Kai nods off over lunch and dreams about a far off place.
WARNINGS: Nah.
Every time he returned to Rivendell, he felt the same. He’d been feeling it since he was a child, well before he was old enough to understand the significance of the city. He and Elrond’s sons slowed their horses as they approached the bridge, and Aragorn took in the sight in front of him. Sunlight glinted off the waterfalls, highlighted the sharp spires and the arches. A light breeze rose up through the valley and filled all of his senses with a feeling of home. It wasn’t true, of course. Not really. Rivendell wasn’t his home. He’d known that for as long as he could remember. He didn’t remember home before Rivendell, but he knew -- despite what Elrond said, despite the welcome he’d been given for years, despite all of the tutoring -- Rivendell wasn’t his true home. These moments, however, when he cast his eyes upon the ancient city, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of belonging. He thought back to the first time he’d entered the settlement’s borders, when he was too young to understand what was happening. All he knew was that they were going for an adventure. He remembered that they’d been on the road long enough that he’d fallen asleep, and that when he woke, bleary-eyed, two year old Aragorn saw a brand new world. He turned to his mother, confused. “We’ve arrived, my son.” She inclined her head and pointed, so he looked, and the city rose up in front of him like magic. It didn’t even look real to him. Elladan cleared his throat, and Aragorn looked over at him, snapping out of his reverie. “I’m coming,” he promised, and gently nudged his horse to continue. The city still looked like magic, even now. The sun shined brightly in his eyes, and Kai squeezed them closed tight to shut it out, trying to hold onto the last glimmmers of the dreamscape instead. Underneath him, the grass was warm from the sun and he could feel an ant crawling over one of his hands. He’d never seen anything like the city he’d seen in his dream, except during a movie. It had looked like something out of one of those movies with the elves and hobbits. He was pretty sure it was. He opened his eyes, squinting at the branches above him. As he focused back in on the world around him, he could hear peals of laughter coming from children nearby, and parents shouting to keep them in line. Summer weekdays were steady, though less so than weekends, so it wasn’t often he was able to find time for a relaxing lunch break. Usually he shoved food in his mouth quickly between assignments, but all his duties had gone by swimmingly that day, so he gave himself time for a nap in the shade. … Too much time, he realized once he looked at his phone. “Shit, shit, shit.” He hopped up to his feet and grabbed his lunch bag. He’d have to analyze the dream later, he thought. His job was calling. |