Topic: A Journey for Life

Gavilean

Date: 2007-02-09 19:40 EST
Winters in Westridge were notorious for being severe, and this year was no exception. The sky deposited a snow that was measured in feet rather than inches, and the cold wind blew constantly off the ocean in the West, sending a freeze across the land that seldom offered any forgiveness.

Nevertheless, the people of Westridge were accustomed to such winters and were well-prepared long before the first flakes fell. The palace had the normal drafts for such an enormous structure, but it was keep warm by the fires which were fed by a substantial quantity of logs that were cut, split and piled high outside in seemingly endless rows beneath long canopies.

Lord Gavilean enjoyed the time of being ?snowed in? at Arda Palace. He spent the working hours taking care of kingdom business; presiding over state and council meetings, signing documents, and putting in the necessary appearances at banquets, awards dinners, the hospital, and the other functions where his presence was either required or appreciated.

His free time was always spent with his beloved wife and darling daughter. To be a good husband and father was his ultimate priority, and something that he didn?t take lightly.

It was during a time of watching Des feed Princess Gwenilb?th that it once again dawned upon him that there was a good chance that the only one mortal within the room was his wife. She would grow old and grey and die, and he would still look the same. Furthermore, she would miss centuries of events within her daughter?s life ? grandchildren and great grandchildren, and generations beyond that. Such an awareness made his heart heavy and brought to the forefront the priority of an attempt at having her body accept the lifespan of the Elven.

Gav?s father, Thorin Starfare, was the only one he knew to have accomplished this, but it occurred during the days when the High Elves were great in number in the land, and when magic was far stronger than it is now. Even at that time it was risky and required the greatest magic available.

Gavilean had consulted with the Archmage, Thulin Nell, and the news wasn?t promising. The only possibility was the magic of the King and Queen of the Fae, and the only time they could be found was the once-in-a-century celebration of the Spring Equinox, deep within the Death Woods of Westridge. That was the ?good news?.

The ?bad news? was that this was the year. There were no portals that went to the Death Woods, and no easy road to take a coach. The journey in the midst of winter would be difficult for the strongest of men, and Des had only just recovered from child birth. She would have to leave Princess Gwenilb?th in the care of their staff and travel a long and dangerous journey. Yet, if they did not make the journey, she wouldn?t get another chance. Gav would see the next celebration and look little older than he did now, but Des would have already grown old and died at least a score of years earlier.

It had to be this year, or quite literally for her ? never.

Gavilean

Date: 2007-03-11 00:10 EST
MIDNIGHT CONCERNS

It was late, and it was Gav's turn to get up and bring the sleeping Gwenilb?th back to her crib in the nursery. He laid her down softly and used his Elven song to keep her sleeping. He leaned over and kissed her pretty forehead, then walked sleepily back to their bed and came beneath the covers. "You okay, momma?" he whispered and put an arm around Des, who may not have been getting enough sleep lately with all the nightly feedings.

She drug the covers back up over them and snuggled into his warmth beneath his broad shoulder with a little sleepy sigh. "Mmhhmm. I'm good just a little tired is all Babe. How are ya holdin' up?" Because as often as she was awakened in the middle of the night he never failed to get up and spend those dark of night hours with her and their precious child.

"I'm okay, honey. I was having problems sleeping anyway." In truth, he had a lot on his mind and he just didn't know how to talk about it. He played the conversation over and over again in his mind and it just didn't come out right. So he moved his hand over her shoulder and played with her hair a little, and was silent.

Des could feel that something was going on she just wasn't certain what. She shifted to turn more to face him and placed a hand on his chest then lifted her head to look at his face inquisitively. "Babe? Somethin' is on your mind. Sometimes when it is cozy like this and dark it is easier to talk about stuff." She lowered her head back to his shoulder and simply waited as their breathing began to follow the same rhythm like it does when two people are relaxed and snuggled up.

He squeezed his eyes shut and held her tightly against himself. He loved her more than life and that's what was hurting him so. His voice was a soft, magical, Elvin whisper, "Des, my love and lady, I never want to live without you. Do you know that? Really know that? Do you know how without you in my life, I just could not go on? I wouldn't want to go on without you. You make my life meaningful. You are everything to me." He had to stop talking. His throat was closing up on him with emotion.

Des held her beloved husband close and stroked his long dark hair in an attempt to soothe him as the magic in his voice reached deep inside to her very soul and entwined itself around it like a thousand glittering stars from the night sky outside their room. "Aw love mine ya don't have to say it. I know how ya feel honest. It is the same way that I feel. I ain't goin' no where. Ya are the love of my life and that ain't somethin' that is gonna change. My love is somethin' that ya can count on even when ya can't count on nothin' else."

He held his face against her cheek and just had to let it come out. "It's just not right." He kissed her cheek and pressed his face against her. "Des, don't you see, you are going somewhere, and it's going to change. You're mortal and I'm Elvin and in 70 years I will look very little older than I do now, and it will be your time to leave me and enter into the eternal realm of the shades. And Des, it might seem like a long time away to you, but to me, it's going to come all too soon. It's killing me. It's like if you knew for certain that my life would end ten years from now no matter what you did. I don't want to live without you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

That brought back the memory of the one time quite a while back that they had talked about this; the time that he had gone and left her alone for what had seemed like an eternity. The only time they had ever been away from each other. Des shivered and tried to get even closer although they were already as close as two people could possibly be.

"We talked about this Babe. Ya told me Thulin said there was a way and that ya would take me so that ya wouldn't ever have to be alone. Did ya change your mind now that we have our daughter and Tilly to watch over her? I don't want to die and leave ya alone. We can go to see that King and Queen of the Fae and get them to give me a life like yours."

"I know, baby, but the timing is horrible. I was hoping we could wait at least a year or two, but darling, it turns out that we can't even wait a week or two. If we're not with the Fae this spring equinox, we're not going to have another chance. And Gwenilb?th is too young to go. She'll have to be left behind at this young age. And then there's this horrible winter weather. Des, it only gets worse when we head north, and that's where we have to go."

"I can't stand the thought of having to leave our daughter behind Gav. I can handle traveling in winter although I'm sure it won't be pleasant but havin' to leave our little one so soon... Are ya sure there is no way we can bring her Babe? What about magic? We have all the money in the Kingdom at our disposal couldn't we hire enough mages to keep it warm around her? Something? Anything?" The rational part of her knew this was impossible but her mother's heart was breaking at the knowledge that she would be gone from her child for weeks so there she was spouting insane ideas in the middle of the night.

Gavilean rose on his right elbow and just kept stroking her face and hair with his left hand. He slowly shook his head. "If she survived the cold and the journey, the Fae may want her as payment if they see her. They've been known to do things like that. And if we brought mages, we might as well not even go because the Fae wouldn't even see us. None can go but us. We would need to get a nurse maid for our daughter." He brought his head down and places kisses upon her forehead.

"Oh lordy be I would never let the Fae have her!" Des' reaction was immediate and violent, her eyes narrowing and a scowl appearing upon delicate features which smoothed with the benediction like kisses to her forehead. She settled back down as he finished speaking and wormed her way into her favorite sleeping position which was sprawled half on top of him with all of her beneath the covers but the top of her head. "Then lets go in the mornin' cause the quicker we leave the sooner we'll be home again."

"We'll start making preparations tomorrow, honey. The celebration of the Fae is always on the New Moon of the Spring Equinox, once every century. This year that new moon is on March 18th. We have to be there by then. We have enough time to prepare." He knew that there was no guarantee that the Fae would grant their request, but it was there only chance. He moved his lips down over her cheek to her lips, "I love you so very much, Des."

She whispered back against his lips, "I love you with all my heart and soul, Gav. You'll see as long as we are together everything will be okay. I have great faith and my faith is strong enough for us both."

Her words touched his heart, and there in the dark of night he brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her deeply, slowly, lingering in the delight of moving his tongue against hers, feeling her breath and breathing that breath in. In the middle of the night they made love and then fell asleep in each other?s arms.

Gavilean

Date: 2007-03-16 01:39 EST
Des opened her eyes slowly to find the early morning sun greeting her. She stifled a groan and poked Gavilean in stomach, repeatedly while muttering, "Pull the blue one Babe. The blue one. Need to pull the blue one quick. I'm gonna die. Babe did ya hear me? Pull the cord."

Gav just moaned and mumbled something unintelligible. He buried his head in the pillow and pulled the blanket higher. Des hadn't realized it, but he had slipped out of bed after she fell asleep and spent two hours speaking with Thulin Nel. He also spent some time giving instructions to the palace guard. They were things that he had to do, things that would have kept him awake anyway. Deep in his sleep he once again heard her say, "Pull the cord." He just turned into her and buried his face against her chest and groaned.

The cowgirl Queen groaned loudly and ran both hands through his long dark hair. She loved the silken feel of it sliding over and through her fingers. This was a wonderful way to start the day but he wasn't pulling the magical blue cord that would get her the nectar of life brought right to their suite. Des debated over what to do next. She could luxuriate in morning snuggling with her sexy husband or continue to prod him to get her morning coffee.

A sleekly muscled leg was flung over his waist as she slightly shifted to make herself more comfortable with a little squirm. She kept her voice low as she drug the covers back up around them. "This here is pretty interestin' Babe cause usually you are the one that is tryin' to get me up in the mornin' without no luck. I'm wonderin' just what ya was up to last night. Is everythin' okay love mine?"

Once again he moaned. She knew him far too well and he found that both wonderful and scary. He would never be able to hind anything from her, not that he had anything to hide; but he knew the futility of ever trying such a thing. He rolled himself over onto his other side reached for the blue cord and gave it a yank.

By now the servants had the procedure down pat. Before he was married they used to come in empty handed and ask him what he would desire. Not anymore. They have learned that they better not be coming into the royal chambers unless they had the Queen's coffee in a cup and prepared just they way she likes it. Gav's coffee was also there, but that was secondary. There was also a pot of coffee on the tray and some croissants such the king and queen want to take the edge off their hunger.

The servants came in, put the tray of coffee on a special table that they would roll over to Des' side of the bed, pulled open the drapes, and then turned and departed the chambers. Gav moved back over to Des, put his arms around her and snuggled against her wonderful breasts. "Good mornin', darlin'," he managed to say.

She was definitely in heaven now. She was sitting propped up against the back of the bed. In one hand she held a steaming mug of fresh coffee and her other hand was roaming the muscles of her husband's back. Life didn't get much better than this except when their daughter was here with them sound asleep looking like a little angel. That thought reminded her of what the day would hold and brought a slight downward turn to the corners of her mouth. She wanted more than anything to live as long as Gav did, but she didn't want to have to leave their daughter behind to do it. Not so soon, but she would never risk the Fae asking her as payment either.

Des sighed quietly as the tip of a finger traced out the letters of their daughter's name across her father's broad shoulders. "I'm sorry, Babe, I didn't say mornin' to ya yet. Good morning love mine. Did ya want your coffee and somethin' to eat yet?"

He grinned and began to do a teasing nibble on her stomach, then he put his head up and looked at her. "Coffee? Hmmm...yes....coffee! I'll get it." He reached over her body and grabbed his cup of coffee and had a sip. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and then spoke with eyes still closed, "You're right, love. I was busy last night. I spent a couple of hours with Thulin Nel. I needed some of his wisdom. Then I got the palace guard to get busy preparing our horses and supplies. They'll all be ready for us when we're ready to go.

Des shivered at the nibbles and chuckled quietly. The blue of her eyes darkening as embers flared to life low in her belly. Her gaze traced loving over his handsome face and all that the blankets didn't cover as he enjoyed his first drink of coffee, appreciation clear in the dark blue depths. Her own mug was raised then refilled from the waiting pot as he spoke about his night while she had been sound asleep. She should have known he would be still awake seeing to everything as usual instead of letting it wait until morning since time was of the essence in this journey.

"Aw Babe I could have dealt with the guard for ya if I had known ya needed to see Thulin."

At that point there was a knock on the door and Trinalee was there with Gwenilb?th in her arms. It was easy to see that the princess had be crying. "'cuse me, m'lord an' m'lady. Th' princess desires some time with her mommy." Trina smiled and brought Gwenilb?th over and handed her to Des.

Before Des could go on or even blink there was Trina and her arms were full of one hungry little girl that was just like her mother. When she wanted her morning drink she was determined to get it by fair means or foul and one look at those eyes that had been crying and her mother was a goner and would do anything to get her to stop crying. Des looked to Gav as Gwen began to happily nurse. "You are gonna have to be the one to tell her no. It ain't gonna be me Babe."

He put his hand on Gwenilb?th's back as she nursed, and looked at their dear little girl, a girl who was princess of the largest and most ancient kingdom in Rhy'Din. He wondered what she would be like as she grew to womanhood. He wondered about what powers she had and about what things she would be interested in.

"Our darlin' daughter, momma and I need to be gone for awhile. It won't be for too long. Just a couple of weeks. Then we'll never be gone from each other again." He began to sing an elvish song, one that was filled with a protective magic.

Gavilean

Date: 2007-03-16 01:40 EST
He looked at Des, "We should be leaving as early as possible today. We have a two day ride just to get to Gelion. Another day's ride will get us to Fohrhill, then two more days to Covis Beach. Then we'll travel to a monastery on the Sil-aelin, or Shining Lake. From there we'll head directly west into the Taur-imDuinath, which is also known as Gurthaur Forest, or more commonly, The Death Woods. It's within that forest that the Fae will meet and celebrate."

She nodded while listening to the details of the route they would take. "Don't worry my little Angel. I'll bring your Daddy back safe and sound to ya. And if ya are real good while Mommy and Daddy are gone I'll bring ya back a present too. Tillie will be here with ya watching over ya for us and will let us know if ya need us. Always remember that special things are possible when ya are truly in need and I will always hear ya even if ya are just thinkin' and your Daddy can always hear me even when I am just thinkin'."

Des thought that was a fairly simple way to explain mindspeech even to an infant. Them still not being certain exactly how much she understood and didn't understand meant she was taking no chances just in case. She would cover all their bases regardless of how unbelievable it might seem; appearances could be deceptive she had learned and with their daughter she was taking no chances, so the teaching would begin almost from her very birth.

She glanced up to Gav. "I'm sure Trinalee has a Nursemaid we can trust since we are leaving on short notice. I know that Tillie will watch over Gwen for us without fail."

Gav nodded, "Yes, a nursemaid is available and she is one that can be trusted. And Tiller will never let anything happen to Gwenilb?th. We better get ready."

When Gwen was finished feeding and had fallen asleep, Trinalee took her back to the nursery. Gav and Des were able to wash up and get dressed. Gav wore warm but regal clothes. They were going to be seen in public in their kingdom and it was important for him to look like a lord, if not a king. Heavy underclothing was covered with brown riding breeches, a heavy tan shirt beneath a brown doublet that had a design of stags woven into it. He wore heavy wool socks and black riding boots. He would also be well-armed and carry the Elvin knives and swords that Des had given him.

Des kissed Gwen a last time then resolutely got out of bed. She wasn't smiling this morning after cleaning up then dressing in warm winter clothing suitable for her status as well as a day's riding. Her weapons were partly deceptively decorations and partly obvious in the Elvin sword and dagger she proudly wore. She found her polite, regal, smile that was expected of her before they left their suite. "Let's go make believers out of the Fae Babe."

Gav held out his arm, and the King and Queen of Westridge departed their private wing of the castle and descended the two flights of stairs to the common areas of the palace. Guards moved aside as they departed the main entrance and descended the snow crusted marble steps to their waiting horses.

Thulin Nel was there in his light gray tights and hair that was whiter than the snow and looking like a blizard. "Ahh, here comes the lovely couple," he said in an old and cracking voice, coughing after the words. "You be good to her, Gav lad. Protect her well." He turned to Des and whispered, "Don't let him get in trouble. You're gonna have your hands full just keeping him out of harms way."

Gav came over to give Des a leg up. "What are you telling her, Thulin? Don't listen to him, Des. Here, I'll give you a leg up."

She smiled to Thulin while placing a boot in Gav's cupped hands to vault into the saddle. "Don't ya worry none Thulin. I'll put myself a lead rope on 'em if I have to in order to bring 'em back safe and sound from this here trip." Then she grinned to her beloved husband. "Thank ya for the help gettin' up here. We were just talkin' about how I am gonna protect ya is all Babe."

Gav just looked down, grinned and shook his head. He was in good hands, he was sure of that. Anyone who'd mess with Des would have to be crazy. For the first part of the journey they'd have an escort of six royal knights. Those knights would then relieved by six others at Gelion, and they would continue to pick up a fresh escort at each major city until they reached the monastery. From there on, Gav and Des would be on their own.

Gavilean

Date: 2007-04-04 20:07 EST
Westridge winters were long and hard, especially in the lands to the north, and this was exactly where they were headed. They rode out of the city with in the company of six royal knights, all skilled high-elfin warriors. The road they traveled started out as a wide cut through the icy snow, but as they continued north and then northwest, the road narrowed to only a six-foot wide depression in the snow formed by the horses, wagons and feet of travelers to and from the royal city of Westridge.

In the summer they would be passing through rich farm lands with corn, rye, wheat and other grains growing tall. But now, in late winter, all the fields were blanketed in snow, frozen to a crust on the surface. Even thought it wasn?t snowing at the time, Gav, Des and the other riders had to pull hoods up around their faces to protect them from the wind driven ice particles that burned against the face.

They would meet people coming in the opposite direction and sometimes pass people going in the same direction. Oftentimes they?d have to ride off the rode because there just wasn?t enough of the road opened up to allow wagons and riders to pass by each other. They saw soldiers, merchants, solitary travelers, and entire families going one way or the other, but most were coming south.

Three days of hard traveling and sleeping in waysider inns finally brought them to the city of Gelion. Gelion was one of three major cities located where the Laoglin River, the Ginglith River, and the outlet of the Sil-aelin Lake met. Gelion was on the northeast side of the three rivers. Dir-nan was on the south side, and Astroath was on the northwest side. The three cities were ?joined? by major bridges which formed something that looked like an extended inverted triangle with the base at the top.

From Gelion one could go straight north to the resort city of Raey Point. If one traveled up the east side of the Sil-aelin Lake you would come to the city of Elveton and then to the twin cities of East and West Sirion further north. Gav and Des needed to go west, and not north.

Thus on their third night out from the City of Westridge, they stayed at the RiverMark Inn in central Gelion. The good part about staying in Gelion was that they had good food, a nice room, and a night to be entertained and do some window shopping. The bad part was that word quickly spread that the King and Queen of Westridge were staying in town. That brought out the governor and all the city officials who quickly got in the way while going out of their way to be sure Their Royal Majesties were treated with the finest that Gelion had to offer. This welcome of the royal couple was not going to let up quickly, for as much as having King Gavilean present was honor not to be ignored, this was the first time that they got to see their new queen. The outpouring of welcome delayed their trip by two days ? two precious days that would have to be made up.

On the third morning in Gelion then were accompanied by a new squad of six royal guards, and they crossed the bridge and came to Astroath. They greeted the officials of this city for an hour of breakfast, then apologized for the urgency and continued their journey west.

By sundown Gav and Des and the knight with them had come to the city of Fohrhill. Fohrhill was a mining city on the south side of a long line of mountains that were rich in minerals. In this city they stayed at the Orebucket Tavern and Inn. It was a much more humble establishment than what they found in Gelion, but the common room was kept warm with a huge stone fireplace, much ale, and some decent entertainment. The people of Fohrhill worked hard and they played even harder.

In the morning they would travel straight north with another squad of guards. These were not Elvin guards, but Dwarves who knew the mountains like most people know their own bedrooms. These guards would guide them north to the lakeside town of Cove Beach. From there, the King and Queen of Westridge would be on their own.