50 PASSAGES SEMI-DRABBLE: The Riddle's Heart
Title: The Riddle’s Heart
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Prompt: 037 - I see strange tales are woven about you.
Summary: Rúmil seeks answers.
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Rúmil had been watching him for weeks now. He had found the Elf beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on him, but it was the mystery surrounding him that had Rúmil captivated. Try as he might, he had been unable to discover if the rumours were true or simply the product of over-active imaginations.
His patience had eventually worn thin and so he had decided to go to the source. He was prepared to be rebuffed and told to leave well enough alone, but he was determined to try anyway. If nothing else, he would at least make his existence known to the other.
He had chosen his moment carefully, waiting until he could catch him alone. Weeks of careful observation had revealed the best time and now he was ready. Stepping up behind the lone figure, he spoke. "I see strange tales are woven about you."
The figure turned slowly, seemingly unsurprised by his sudden appearance. "Are they now?"
"They are," Rúmil replied evenly, though he was unnerved by the intense look he was getting.
"And what do the tales say?"
"They say you are old - older even that Glorfindel and Elrond. That you walked with Melian in Doriath and saw the flames from Gondolin as it burned. That you witnessed the changing of the world and helped to map it anew." He stood his ground, even as he worried he had said too much.
The other looked at him intently, though gave nothing away. "Do you believe these tales?"
"I have found no reason to believe or disbelieve," Rúmil said. "There is little evidence either way. You are the only one who can reveal the truth, so I have come to you."
"I see. So you come to me to learn the truth of my past, since I am such a curiosity?"
Rúmil looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment. "In part…"
Eyebrows raised in interest, the first sign of emotion he had shown. "Only in part? What is the rest then, I wonder?"
Head held high, Rúmil pressed on. "They also say that, if you are indeed that old, you would not have any interest in an Elf so very much younger." He looked into the eyes that did, unless he was imagining it, seem to be very old. "Will you answer my questions?"
Chuckling now, amused by the other’s boldness, Lindir shook his head. "Nay, not yet. Though if you persist, you may find some answers come easier than others."
END
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Prompt: 037 - I see strange tales are woven about you.
Summary: Rúmil seeks answers.
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Rúmil had been watching him for weeks now. He had found the Elf beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on him, but it was the mystery surrounding him that had Rúmil captivated. Try as he might, he had been unable to discover if the rumours were true or simply the product of over-active imaginations.
His patience had eventually worn thin and so he had decided to go to the source. He was prepared to be rebuffed and told to leave well enough alone, but he was determined to try anyway. If nothing else, he would at least make his existence known to the other.
He had chosen his moment carefully, waiting until he could catch him alone. Weeks of careful observation had revealed the best time and now he was ready. Stepping up behind the lone figure, he spoke. "I see strange tales are woven about you."
The figure turned slowly, seemingly unsurprised by his sudden appearance. "Are they now?"
"They are," Rúmil replied evenly, though he was unnerved by the intense look he was getting.
"And what do the tales say?"
"They say you are old - older even that Glorfindel and Elrond. That you walked with Melian in Doriath and saw the flames from Gondolin as it burned. That you witnessed the changing of the world and helped to map it anew." He stood his ground, even as he worried he had said too much.
The other looked at him intently, though gave nothing away. "Do you believe these tales?"
"I have found no reason to believe or disbelieve," Rúmil said. "There is little evidence either way. You are the only one who can reveal the truth, so I have come to you."
"I see. So you come to me to learn the truth of my past, since I am such a curiosity?"
Rúmil looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment. "In part…"
Eyebrows raised in interest, the first sign of emotion he had shown. "Only in part? What is the rest then, I wonder?"
Head held high, Rúmil pressed on. "They also say that, if you are indeed that old, you would not have any interest in an Elf so very much younger." He looked into the eyes that did, unless he was imagining it, seem to be very old. "Will you answer my questions?"
Chuckling now, amused by the other’s boldness, Lindir shook his head. "Nay, not yet. Though if you persist, you may find some answers come easier than others."
END