Post by duilin on Sept 5, 2011 7:46:56 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
DUILIN BERANIELL*
Duilin is a cheeky, fresh and clever girl.
She grew up to consider herself equal to her brothers, Daerol and Galwion, she considered herself to be just like them, without any difference, leaving out the fact that she was a girl. So, up until her seventh year, she played with them and did not mind to get dirty, to bruise herself by accident or to scream and shout as if a horde of orcs were after her.
Duilin became fascinated with swords and the techniques of fighting, with riding and caring for the family's horses, and - necessarily, after having suffered a few minor injuries - with some elementary healing methods.
Her mother, Eleneth, was not fond of her little daughter's activities. Often, she scolded the girl to take more care of her clothes, to be more helpful, and to behave more decently and ladylike. However, Eleneth had not much power over Duilin. To her, it was too much fun to scuffle around with her brothers.
That certain kind of wildness Duilin had developed throughout those years until Eleneth left together with Galwion remained in her up until today, at least to some extent. She still could be a hoyden at times, still had a certain uncontrollable side in her, that sometimes showed by her lashing out at someone, stomping with her foot, suddenly embracing another person violently, or feeling a wave of tears come out of nowhere - she let herself be carried away by her emotions.
Beside that raw, windy, emotional side of Duilin there also was the passionate, endless love she felt for her family, and for Hild. Hild had become a close friend, a confident to Duilin over the years. To her, Hild belonged to her family, no matter about blood.
Duilin was connected to her father Beran and her brother Daerol by so much more than blood. They had endured the painful loss, the inscrutable leaving of Eleneth and Galwion, and that had fused the remaining family closely together.
To Duilin, there was no more important person than Daerol. She loved no one more than Beran, and she could enjoy the afternoon with no one better than with Hild. She loves them unconditionally, and this causes her to do anything for them.
Duilin is a very openminded and openhearted person. She welcomes anyone to her life, makes quick friendships, and generally loves people. She believes people to generally be good in heart. She is an optimist, who finds joy in the smallest of things - like a beetle, like riding, or like lying in the grass, staring at a cloudy sky.
The only one big cloud in her heart is the thought of her mother. The topic of Eleneth leaving is touchy for Duilin. She does anything to prevent having to talk about it - feigning unconsciousness or sudden sickness included. Not even her brother she lets in on this topic. The problem is that she won't forgive her mother for leaving them, and for taking Galwion away. She has built a huge wave of anger against Eleneth, and she stubbornly refuses to relieve all this anger, get it out of her system.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is Jules. i also play none other character yet. i happen to be female and i've blown out twentytwo candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just PM me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be human and he/she hails from Rohan. My final last words are edited by admin!
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Duilin was standing outside the house, leaning against the wooden wall, with her arms crossed, staring into the East. She wasn't moving, not a bit. There was a light wind in the air that blew about her hair and pulled slightly on her dress. It was nighttime, nothing and no one was seen or heard, but a small candle to her side gave a little light. The moon and the stars were hidden beneath a thick shield of clouds.
She was beginning to freeze a little. Goosebumps formed on her arms. Yet, she still remained, just staring. She was not staring at anything in particular, for all she could see was darkness. But she knew that, somewhere in the direction she was staring at, he must be. Supposedly, he had gone to Gondor, and Gondor lay to the East. Therefore, she was gazing into the East, not caring that her eyes saw nothing but black. It were not her eyes that were searching to find him, but her heart.
It had been a little over nine years now that she had last seen him. He had given her a hug and a kiss on her hair and told her good-night. She had given him a smile, sensing nothing to be any different, and had crawled beneath her bed-sheets. And the next morning, after rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, he had been gone. And their mother had been gone, too. Two horses had been missing. Some food and their clothes had been gone, as well. It hadn’t taken the remaining very long to realize that Eleneth, the mother, had left together with Galwion, her eldest son.
Beran, the father, had shown no reaction. Duilin had thought back then that he did not care his wife and eldest son had left them. Now, almost ten years later, she was wiser and understood: Beran had difficulties with showing and especially voicing his emotions. That made him appear cold, when at the same time he wanted to cry or to jump with joy. Understanding how hurt Beran really must have been had made him even more beloved in Duilin’s eyes.
Daerol, Duilin’s second oldest brother, had reacted much differently. He had shown, from the beginning onward, how much he missed Galwion and their mother. He had talked about missing them, had talked about his and the entire village’s assumptions as to where the two had gone to, and Duilin even had heard him cry in his sleep twice or thrice.
Thinking back now, the girl of sixteen did not know how she had reacted. She couldn’t remember it. Had she cried, had she been angry? Had she been passive, like her father? Duilin knew not what she had felt back then. She only knew what she felt now, and had felt for a long time now: a great longing for Galwion, and a lack of understanding and also anger, much anger, toward her mother.
‘Galwion now must be twentyone’, she thought. She wondered where in Gondor he was. Or if he really was in Gondor, at all. No one knew for sure, it simply had been assumed. Eleneth had come to Rohan from Gondor. So, to the villagers it only seemed natural for her to return there again.
The night was growing even colder. Duilin took a shaky breath, and decided to head back inside. She picked up the candle, holding it close so that the flame might warm her a little. She walked around the edge toward the entrance door to the smithy. Beran was a smith. He had inherited this smithy with attached living quarters for the smith’s family. Duilin walked through the working room, cautiously so not to trip over some leaning axes or helmets, until she reached the door that led to the living quarters. From then on, she moved on tiptoes. She did not want to wake either Beran or Daerol. She even blew out her candle so that the light would not irritate them. Carefully, she moved over to her own room, formerly her late grandmother’s room, and opened the door.
She was blinded by light, and couldn’t see for a few moments until her eyes adjusted to this new sensation. She blinked a few times, then she saw her brother sitting on her bed’s side. She closed the door behind herself. ”Where do you come from?” He asked her. His words were spoken kindly and curiously, with a little worry shining through.
Still feeling the chill of the night’s air outside, Duilin sat beside him and covered herself a little by the blanket. ”Just outside.” She told him evasively, not looking into his eyes. She did not like discussing the topic of their brother and mother. Daerol, on the other hand, who always had felt protective over his little sister, wished to discuss it at every chance. Probably he thought it would help her, would she speak of it. Stubbornly, she struggled against this discussion.
”Just outside?” He echoed. ”I’ve been sitting here for more than half an hour, waiting for you. What have you been doing outside?” Again, this kind but strongly inquireing, adamantine tone. Duilin shivered a little. She did not like lying to him. Usually, the siblings had a very open, close relationship without any secrets, but instead much laughter and love. Just when it came to this one topic, Duilin couldn’t help shutting him out. ”I just took a walk.” She told him, already knowing he would not believe her. And she was right, now he was eyeing her suspiciously, obviously not believing one word.
She gave in. She was tired and cold, and at the moment had not her usual strength. With a great sigh, she said: ”Fine, I did not just go for a walk. I was outside to think a little. To have some peace.” She admitted.
Daerol, being a very sensible nineteen year old man, caught her drift. He nodded a little, and suddenly embraced her. ”But you mustn’t catch a cold while ‘thinkink’.” He told her wisely, not deepening the topic of what she was thinking about, but instead rubbing her arms a little to warm her. ”You can think in here, too, can’t you?” He asked, standing up to tuck her in beneath the blanket.
Duilin simply nodded in response, sleep overtaking her. She did not want to discuss her reasons now. Perhaps tomorrow. She clutched onto his hand for a little time, and after a short while he spoke again. ”Just tell me when to give you some peace and time to think, Duilin. Then I mustn’t worry. Though I would prefer would you talk to me about them, too.” He added softly, well knowing she probably wouldn’t answer anymore. Her eyes were closed. He gave her a kiss on her forehead, carefully disentangled his hand from hers and left her to sleep.
Duilin had not yet realized that by missing whom she could not have, she forgot to cherish the one who always had been there for her.
She was beginning to freeze a little. Goosebumps formed on her arms. Yet, she still remained, just staring. She was not staring at anything in particular, for all she could see was darkness. But she knew that, somewhere in the direction she was staring at, he must be. Supposedly, he had gone to Gondor, and Gondor lay to the East. Therefore, she was gazing into the East, not caring that her eyes saw nothing but black. It were not her eyes that were searching to find him, but her heart.
It had been a little over nine years now that she had last seen him. He had given her a hug and a kiss on her hair and told her good-night. She had given him a smile, sensing nothing to be any different, and had crawled beneath her bed-sheets. And the next morning, after rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, he had been gone. And their mother had been gone, too. Two horses had been missing. Some food and their clothes had been gone, as well. It hadn’t taken the remaining very long to realize that Eleneth, the mother, had left together with Galwion, her eldest son.
Beran, the father, had shown no reaction. Duilin had thought back then that he did not care his wife and eldest son had left them. Now, almost ten years later, she was wiser and understood: Beran had difficulties with showing and especially voicing his emotions. That made him appear cold, when at the same time he wanted to cry or to jump with joy. Understanding how hurt Beran really must have been had made him even more beloved in Duilin’s eyes.
Daerol, Duilin’s second oldest brother, had reacted much differently. He had shown, from the beginning onward, how much he missed Galwion and their mother. He had talked about missing them, had talked about his and the entire village’s assumptions as to where the two had gone to, and Duilin even had heard him cry in his sleep twice or thrice.
Thinking back now, the girl of sixteen did not know how she had reacted. She couldn’t remember it. Had she cried, had she been angry? Had she been passive, like her father? Duilin knew not what she had felt back then. She only knew what she felt now, and had felt for a long time now: a great longing for Galwion, and a lack of understanding and also anger, much anger, toward her mother.
‘Galwion now must be twentyone’, she thought. She wondered where in Gondor he was. Or if he really was in Gondor, at all. No one knew for sure, it simply had been assumed. Eleneth had come to Rohan from Gondor. So, to the villagers it only seemed natural for her to return there again.
The night was growing even colder. Duilin took a shaky breath, and decided to head back inside. She picked up the candle, holding it close so that the flame might warm her a little. She walked around the edge toward the entrance door to the smithy. Beran was a smith. He had inherited this smithy with attached living quarters for the smith’s family. Duilin walked through the working room, cautiously so not to trip over some leaning axes or helmets, until she reached the door that led to the living quarters. From then on, she moved on tiptoes. She did not want to wake either Beran or Daerol. She even blew out her candle so that the light would not irritate them. Carefully, she moved over to her own room, formerly her late grandmother’s room, and opened the door.
She was blinded by light, and couldn’t see for a few moments until her eyes adjusted to this new sensation. She blinked a few times, then she saw her brother sitting on her bed’s side. She closed the door behind herself. ”Where do you come from?” He asked her. His words were spoken kindly and curiously, with a little worry shining through.
Still feeling the chill of the night’s air outside, Duilin sat beside him and covered herself a little by the blanket. ”Just outside.” She told him evasively, not looking into his eyes. She did not like discussing the topic of their brother and mother. Daerol, on the other hand, who always had felt protective over his little sister, wished to discuss it at every chance. Probably he thought it would help her, would she speak of it. Stubbornly, she struggled against this discussion.
”Just outside?” He echoed. ”I’ve been sitting here for more than half an hour, waiting for you. What have you been doing outside?” Again, this kind but strongly inquireing, adamantine tone. Duilin shivered a little. She did not like lying to him. Usually, the siblings had a very open, close relationship without any secrets, but instead much laughter and love. Just when it came to this one topic, Duilin couldn’t help shutting him out. ”I just took a walk.” She told him, already knowing he would not believe her. And she was right, now he was eyeing her suspiciously, obviously not believing one word.
She gave in. She was tired and cold, and at the moment had not her usual strength. With a great sigh, she said: ”Fine, I did not just go for a walk. I was outside to think a little. To have some peace.” She admitted.
Daerol, being a very sensible nineteen year old man, caught her drift. He nodded a little, and suddenly embraced her. ”But you mustn’t catch a cold while ‘thinkink’.” He told her wisely, not deepening the topic of what she was thinking about, but instead rubbing her arms a little to warm her. ”You can think in here, too, can’t you?” He asked, standing up to tuck her in beneath the blanket.
Duilin simply nodded in response, sleep overtaking her. She did not want to discuss her reasons now. Perhaps tomorrow. She clutched onto his hand for a little time, and after a short while he spoke again. ”Just tell me when to give you some peace and time to think, Duilin. Then I mustn’t worry. Though I would prefer would you talk to me about them, too.” He added softly, well knowing she probably wouldn’t answer anymore. Her eyes were closed. He gave her a kiss on her forehead, carefully disentangled his hand from hers and left her to sleep.
Duilin had not yet realized that by missing whom she could not have, she forgot to cherish the one who always had been there for her.
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