Board Thread:Fan Fiction Board./@comment-26210095-20151114232913

Father had always been prone to bursts of outrage, abuse to his children, and occasionally whipping them, but he never thought he was even capable of killing Mother. It had been that fateful day. The moon shone red that day, as if to reveal the evils to come. Father was attending his kingly duties at the old Gondorian palace, now the home of the old Steward, Adruben. The bread riots had gotten worse. The common folk were killing soldiers, threatening to kill more if the King did not make things change. But Father was always stubborn, and how ever many soldiers that died, he would kill twice as many common folk in retaliation. But still, chaos reigned in Umbar City. He didn't like what was happening ; he hated it in fact, but that wouldn't help things. Only mother could calm down his rage in one if his "black moods", as we called them, but now she was gone. Even thinking about that made Vëantur want to either scream, sob, or take revenge. That sight would never leave him, he somehow knew with the foresight of the Eldar. That was another gift from the elvish side of him. As he sat in his room, he made a silent decision. He waited till Miriel, Silmariel, Carafin and little Celebdil were fast asleep. He silently got out of his bed, listening for a minute. Nothing but the ambient noises. Good. He slowly gathered what few possessions he had with him ; a amulet that his mother gave him, his small journal and the rapier he kept under his bed. As he slowly began to unlatch the window that looked onto the beautiful sight that was the Bay of Umbar, he heard a stirring from one corner of the room. Out of refles, he quickly unsheathed his rapier and pointed it where the noise came from. "Vëantur, it's only me. And what are you doing?" said Miriel groggily. It's midnight for heavens sake. Vëantur gave her one look, and she understood. "No. Your not going. Not without me your not." said Miriel as she gathered all of her possessions. "Miriel, you know very well that I will be caught. You know what father would do." Miriel got her boots, took off her nightgown (Giving Vëantur a 'no peeking' look ; Vëantur swiftly obliged), and swiftly put on her traveling clothes. "I don't care. Wherever you go, I'm going. Your my brother, my twin..." "My second self" they finished in unison. They smiled at each other in the darkness. They had a habit of finishing each other's sentences. Vëantur opened the window, and the slowly slid down into the night. The autumnal air was crisp and cool, and they fell into the Royal Gardens. The trees there were immense, and likely some of the rarest and oldest in Middle Earth. They quickly jumped the low fence surrounding it, and landed in the city. It was silent except for the occasional strolling people and the stray cats, which populated this area in abundance. Vëantur observed Miriel's face, beautiful as a marble statue in the light of the moon. She was the exact copy of him, looking at her was like looking into a mirror for Vëantur, except her face was serene, and beautiful as if carved by a sculpted, wherin his was more angular, with a protruding nose and a prominent jawline. The black stones of Umbar concealed them, as they escaped the city. The guards at the gate, seeing the royal heir, begged to escort them, but Vëantur denied them this. They quickly ran from gate to gate, until they reached the last. They went through the First Gate, carved out of black obsidian with silver inlay, and ran into the night...

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