Elphir (swanheir) wrote in unfinished_logs, @ 2010-07-18 16:29:00 |
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Current mood: | determined |
Current music: | The Glorious Ones soundtrack-I Was Here |
Going Home
He ought have gone to look for Lothiriel. Elphir knew as much but he couldn't make himself care much about it just now either. Since the happy dream of his future, the future where Alphros was grown and he was finally able to step down as prince and let himself die, thoughts of just that thing had been consuming him. To see her face again, to hold her in his arms and feel again as though he were something other than either a liability or the strange one nobody trusted, and to never have to let her go again. The thought spurred him onward to Dol Amroth and through the city gates before another thing could have been done about it.
While it would have been as easy to destroy himself in Minas Tirith, Elphir did at least want to look on his city one last time, kiss Alphros and make certain his aunt would know what to do when he was not there anymore.
He would also check in with his guild, let them know he didn't plan to carry out his work much longer, give his notice, as it were and take on one last important job. There were, even in these days of peace, a few men and women down at the docks who had yet to be brought to justice. Elphir planned to track the current worst of these ones down, as the Blue Mask, dispatch him and, if it was at all possible, to be killed in the process. At least then something good could come out of his life and this whole thing could be set to rest once and for all.
And then there would be Em to welcome him, and he could tell her he was sorry he had been the reason she was dead, as much as his father was responsible for the death of his mother, and maybe she could understand and would still love him as she had once before. Everything else? Was for the living and he had already died along with her. All that remained was finishing things off.
For now though, there were chores to have done first and officially taking his last assignment, or at least seeing how those things stood, would be a start. One single step towards the right direction, then the others could follow.