His Rings were given to the Elves he trusted most and Sauron was hot on his heels. Celebrimbor stumbled into Daeron's realm by accident, bone tired and terrified. He had put on a brave face for those who would carry his Rings for Ages to come, but that mask had cracked and now he felt his end nipping at him from every shadow.
The trees called to him and he stumbled into their shade, grabbing onto one trunk and another...and another...
Until he collapsed, appearing dead in his exhaustion.
Appearing dead and actually being dead were two different things, and the former bard of Doriath knew it well. The trees whispered of an elf in desperate need of care, and Daeron heeded their plea, racing to the source of their distress.
He paused only when he saw signs of a Noldor, but it was short-lived before he carefully pulled the elf up, slinging a limp arm over his shoulders, then up onto his horse before leaping nimbly up behind and nudging it back to a safer place. He sang softly to the trees to do their part in shielding and protecting the land he'd come to call home, for his energies would soon be fully on healing the near-dead elf.
His home was small, well hidden underground, but large enough for his horse and what he needed of it. A small underground stream kept him watered and clean, and the forest held plenty of game, herbs, and various other plants he needed. Including athelas.
He gently stretched the wounded elf out beside the stream and did his very best to heal what he could. Then bound up those wounds. Finally he sat back with a quiet sigh and took up his harp to start up a gentle melody, aimed at healing mind and body.
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Date: 2016-11-18 12:26 pm (UTC)The trees called to him and he stumbled into their shade, grabbing onto one trunk and another...and another...
Until he collapsed, appearing dead in his exhaustion.
HOW DID I MISS THIS
Date: 2017-02-10 01:07 am (UTC)He paused only when he saw signs of a Noldor, but it was short-lived before he carefully pulled the elf up, slinging a limp arm over his shoulders, then up onto his horse before leaping nimbly up behind and nudging it back to a safer place. He sang softly to the trees to do their part in shielding and protecting the land he'd come to call home, for his energies would soon be fully on healing the near-dead elf.
His home was small, well hidden underground, but large enough for his horse and what he needed of it. A small underground stream kept him watered and clean, and the forest held plenty of game, herbs, and various other plants he needed. Including athelas.
He gently stretched the wounded elf out beside the stream and did his very best to heal what he could. Then bound up those wounds. Finally he sat back with a quiet sigh and took up his harp to start up a gentle melody, aimed at healing mind and body.