Eärendil the Mariner | Tolkien Legendarium (the_mariner) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-01 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 november, ~40 points, ~~eärendil (the_mariner) |
WHO: Eärendil and OPEN
WHAT: Exploring a world unlike any he's ever seen
WHEN: Friday afternoon and evening
WHERE: Around Madison Valley
WARNINGS: TBD, likely low
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Eärendil had traveled the sundering seas, and stepped foot on the shores of the Undying Lands. He had walked the empty streets of Tirion, and gazed at its wonders. He had been born in Gondolin, spoken with Valar, and had sailed the heavens across Arda's skies for more than six thousand years.
And still he had never seen anything like to this place.
His morning sojourn had nearly ended before it began when he had stepped out into the street, misjudging the speed of one of the...steel carriages that seemed so popular in this place. It had only been by the grace of the Valar that he had not been crushed beneath its vicious wheels. From that point on, he had only crossed at the approved areas, and only then with a group of other people who seemed to know what they were doing.
But the carriages were not the only amazing thing about this place. The lights, the sounds, even the language were new to him. While he recognized the speech as being mostly Westron, it had certainly drifted into a strange dialect that at times was hard for him to comprehend. People rushed by chattering into their 'phone' devices, or with strange snaking cords hanging from their ears. At cafes they played on their machines, spurning any contact with others. It seemed to him a very lonely world.
And he understood lonely.
Six thousand years - more! - sailing the skies in solitude was enough to drive any man near to madness, but it was a sacrifice that was more than worth it. The Valar had given succor to the free peoples of Beleriand, and Morgoth had been defeated. How could he complain, how dare he mourn his own plight when because of it, hope still lived in Arda?
He stood on the street, looking one direction, then the other. He had a good sense of direction - at sea - but at the moment he felt rather lost; the sun blocked by the spitting rain and the endless sea of buildings and man-made structures. He hadn't bothered to purchase a map, and he worried now that it had been a mistake.
He heard steps approaching, and turned to face them, bowing politely.
"I beg your pardon, but could you show me the way back to the apartments? I fear that I've quite misplaced myself."