Halves Make a Whole
found there was no rest in a reprieve this night, but he had made up
twenty years worth the previous one. The note he heard, albeit off, had
him drawn in thoughts. Impossible thoughts. There had to be others that
were taught here, somehow in his absence. Argan would know. He wandered
that day to reacquaint himself with the lands. Such wouldn't take him
long but a lot of things had changed. Not so much in their camp-village
but more with the Humans that shared the lands. He soon sought the
cottage that Argan used and stood just outside the door waiting for the
once familiar voice to welcome him. He would feel his presence and know
whom it was.
was felt before he approached the door but it was Keera who opened the
birch portal, keeping it wide enough so the interior of the cottage's
main room was in view. A round table was prepared with a bowl of mixed
fruits and goblets for either feywine or cider; Keera glanced up to
Meekel with a light smile, her attire matched the glint of forest green
in her eyes. For once she was without the bow and quiver, but never fear
they were nearby. "Cormamin lindua ele lle," she greeted in a
tone so low it could barely pass as a whisper for human ears.
Keera." Blue eyes resting upon her had the touch of a smile to his
mouth as he mirrored the same greeting. "Cormamin lindua ele lle."
Shift of focus took in the arrangement of the room, everything noted in
that swift perusal and back to her. "Argan, he is ready to see
must forgive me.." she started to explain as she closed the door
after beckoning him to enter. "My father has not been well, and I
told him of your return. I did not know if could handle such a
surprise." Or the one that awaits! "Shall I get you some
"Keera." The deep voice resonated from the side room, the door
partially closed but the flickering candlelight revealed the motion of
someone within. Argan emerged, one hand drifting along the wall until he
felt the back of a chair. From there he turned and walked three solid
steps to the table in the center of the room.
About to say
something and the inclination of his hand to forego the drink, had both
voice and gesture to pause as he heard Argan. He glance to where the
voice came and was around instead. He went to bend of knee with his head
bowed even if Argan could not see him. He would know that Meekel would
greet him properly. He was up to stand a moment later. ''Oio naa elealla
alasse' Master Argan.''
saian luume'." There was a dip to Argan's head at the sound of
Meekel's voice. Keera had spoken of his return but would not believe it
until he heard the voice of his longtime friend and student. Had his
daughter not informed him of Meekel's return, he might have thought he
had finally lost all will to live and met his friend in the other world.
But since he was alive and well, his heart swelled with pride that the
young elf came home again.
Keera saw the joy on her father's sightless visage and clamped both
hands together, raising them up to her mouth so that her praise to the
deities would be silent. Meekel's arrival made her father's life once
again special, and for that she was truly grateful.
luume." His words repeated for their meaning and a catch in that
musical voice of his. "I am home now for good. The time in passing
has left my heart behind and now I can have it back again." At
least most of it to give him a reason to live also. "Laurel, she is
gone and my son with her. She left wishing me to return to my people
unburdened." It was all he needed to say, Argan would understand
and know through the emotions that welled up in him, that which words
could never suffice.
his hand toward the sound of Meekel's voice, able to close whatever
distance remained between them until a hand clamped on the younger elf's
shoulder. "You are home, that is all. All of the past is a learning
experience. You were young when you met the human, but young or not you
found love. She was right to wish you return home unburdened. I am
deeply sorry for what you have suffered, my young one."
"Father, sit down and speak with Meekel." One arm curled
around Argan's shoulders as she motioned for them both to sit. Though
Argan would not see it, he always felt his daughter's gestures.
"Shall I serve some feywine?" That spoken more to Meekel
rather than her father whom she knew would take that fruity blend.
There was an
inward wince as it was a double bladed sword and the wound cut deep
either side. He could only give a dip of his head as his heart ached
inside. His own hand to clamp Argan's shoulder. ''Fate, life, does as
she wishes and we have to learn how to deal with various situations.
Learn and move on.'' He could not express that had she not left him, had
been found, he would still be with her.
her gaze from Meekel, Argan's words so direct it made her visibly wince.
She wanted to pull his pointed ear and lecture him about referring to
some as 'the human.' Without waiting for Meekel to respond, she
poured a goblet of Elven wine and handed it to the guest before one was
filled for her father.
"Though my daughter remains silent, I know what she thinks. Forgive
me, my friend, I did not intent to sound so harsh. You have my deepest
sympathies for the -- your wife and son's loss. She also is not saying
how I should take my own advice and move on. Without sight it has been
difficult but your return has given me hope again."
Mike was all
cleaned up, freshly shaven and even some musky cologne he got hold of.
Something not too strong or he would be sneezing the whole time. His
sense of smell was sensitive. Tunic adjusted, hair combed back neatly he
approached the door of the cottage he was directed to by the guard. He
could hear voices within as he stepped up with the light tap of a knock.
He hoped to make a good impression. Hand up reflexively checked his
tunic pocket for the reassuring lump that was the locket.
at the door for a lingering moment before she approached. Glancing over
her shoulder to the two Elven men, she spoke quietly, hand touching the
knob of the door. "I invited a man whom I've asked to become a
ranger, it is he who has questions regarding the symbol we spoke of,
''I remember your
own words Argan when I studied under you. The one precious gift we
should never lose, is Hope. Without Hope there is nothing." And he
well imitated the voice of the younger Argan that had taught him. One of
his gifts was imitation of sounds. That draw pulled strong as the knock
came upon the door, that even after being seated he stood. Straight as
an arrow and facing the door. He looked like he wasn't breathing, like
the hunting dog that points. His spine ramrod straight. Fists flexed as
fingers curled at his sides but the intensity of that blue focus would
make one believe he was looking right through the door.
the man from the tournaments? Ah, aye, very well." He was silenced
by Meekel's words, deep in contemplation and thought.
Keera inhaled a deep breath and pulled the door open, a light wavering
smile greeted Mike and she motioned for him to step inside.
"Welcome to my father's home. There are some people I would like
you to meet." Inside her chest, her heart pounded so hard she was
certain it'd jump right out of the tunic she wore.
A boyish grin
lifted as his first sight was Keera when she opened the door.
"Evening Keera." Said low and she could tell he was nervous.
The shift of that dark brown gaze came over the other two within as he
stepped in and froze to the spot. The way the one was standing and
staring was enough to stop anyone fast in their tracks. Brows were up as
he tore a glance back to Keera. "Err.." Sounding like a
question that would ask 'are you sure its alright for me to be here?' He
did bow, half way and precise to both within.
this is my father Argan Albrite.." Motioning to the man seated at
the table. But as her gaze lifted so did her hand as it gestured toward
the elf. "And this is Meekel Silvertone, a long time friend of my
family who has just returned home after twenty years of searching for
his lost wife... and his son." A reassuring smile faltered as she
looked from one man to the other, not quite sure if she was still
drawing any breaths.
Argan nodded in the direction of the door but he remained seat since he
was comfortable, a sip of the feywine was swallowed and he tilted his
head to listen to the introductions. The way Keera spoke made the elder
Only movement was
his hand to grasp the back of the chair as it curled so hard around it,
his knuckles went white. It was the eyes of the young man that had this
effect. He didn't take his focus from him, didn't change the intensity
of it either. He would be considered staring according to Humans. He
remained that way for a good few minutes before he spoke. For all the
intensity showed his voice was calm. "You, Michael, would be of the
surname McKenna, of that family?"
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