Delight in the wildness of the eternal screaming. The tithes one pays to gods, in the name of gods! We who breathe immortal air, when we must share it's warmth in our ever dying lungs. Ceaseless it bears fruit, and then in withering and dusk, turns pallid. For them, for myself, for tales of our own mortal vengeance, the gods smile in mockery and irony.
Now with my own twilight, I indulge in solemn coronation and crown myself King Fool, the greatest of rogues, whose true tale will never be revealed. Heir apparent to lost titles, master thief of the kingdom's greatest treasure! All these years of illusion and deceit. Ha! Never once did their prying fingers find my trove. Those fools, those poor fools, gave me far more than baubles. Never can they retrieve what they've lost. They never peered into the well, not once. All their pathetic longing, all their wasted tears, all their vain prayers. It's too bad they never thought to make a wish.
The kingdom's greatest treasure? Teleri mused. Princess Dror, could that mean you? I mean, you did say he desired to weild you. Perhaps when you repelled him he went insane. I know when our minds first met, I was rather shocked, to say the least, and you were relatively gentle. It's the only thing I can think of in this passage that makes sense. Or something more,she thought idly.
ooc:
are the halflings still under Naamani's spell of domination and present? if so, teleri is going to try to bargin for their freedom in the hopes that they can learn more information.