( ♞ | nyrnernil )

          Considering that Legolas guessed the other to be a simple man,  the  subject
          of  
immortality  hadn’t  reached his pool of options to speak of,  or ponder on.
          As an elf,  he
never had to worry that he wasn’t granted enough time to travel
          the world, not
enough time to achieve all of his duties   &   goals, nor stood he
          under any pressure when it came to the ‘
mission’ of finding his significant other
          —-
somewhere in this world, wandering among many souls. 

          What  he had assumed on an instant,  upon the man beside him confronting
          him with the matter ‘
forever’,   spoken with  such  bitterness  (so he had inter-
          preted these words),  was  that there’d been a
promise to someone loved.  Men
          had so little time.
This one obviously not. 

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                               “Immortality, it is then. I was not aware you meant that.” 

         It was a simple,  almost even  casual answer  that left him with a breath,  eyes
         remaining
focused on  the other’s feautres as they caught not  only a thoughtful
         expression,  nay,  if  he was not
mistaken,  there was sorrow.  But  why just yet
         bore deeper?   
Interesting  it would be, but standing on a ship in the middle of a
         wide  
ocean  offered  a  lot  of  opportunities  for  its  captain to  toss the elvish
         visitor into the wet depths   
&   Legolas was not over fond of the idea to  swim for
         days until he’d finally reach
whichever lands.   So  he  decided  to  answer the
         question given in return, one brow
slowly raised. 

                     “The one who knows what it is like to have little time, may find
                      drawbacks  
more  easily than I do.  What   know is merely that…
                      the  
longer  you dwell in this world,  the  more experience  you
                      gather…
& the more losses you will mourn.  Especially if—-” 

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         An unnecessary pause,  combined with a  slight tilt of his head to one side, as
                                                                                   he scanned the other man
fleetingly

        “—- an immortal grows attached to those
                            whose lives
end so very  f a s t.”

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                     It’s all he can do to keep from sucking in a SHARP breath, the words the other spoke HITTING the nail on the head more than Will was KEEN to ( admit. ) But it was the TRUTH, was it not? When the fact that he was to live FOREVER came, Will SHOULD have ( distanced ) himself from those he’d cared for in his MORTAL life, traded bridges for BARRIERS to protect the TATTERED remains of his soul. But the story of his life was so TANGLED with that of his loved ones, intricately WOVEN like ( threads ) in a tapestry. Bound together in life AND in ( death. ) His own PROTECTION meant little when it came to ( them, ) particularly when it came to spending what LITTLE time he had ( left ) with the few that would PERISH all too soon. Long before he would EVER be ready for it. How many DECADES would Will be granted with the woman that should have been his to love for the REST of his days? A mere six, seven if he was LUCKY. A blink of an eye when one considered the sheer VASTNESS of time. But pirates RARELY lived that long, and he knew she was living in the SAME way she had been before – REBELLIOUSLY.

                       A QUICK shake of his head ( pulled ) Will from his thoughts, fingers GRIPPING the edge of the ship just a BIT tighter. He imagined if he held on TIGHT enough, he might leave                ( indentations ) in wood, WARP it enough that he’d be able to run his fingers over the GROOVES  as a TANGIBLE reminder of his grief. He merely hoped that one day it would LEAVE him altogether. He’d yet to LOSE those he loved, and yet    —-     he MISSED them already.

                        Will found himself chuckling DARKLY in response to the man’s words, trying not to let the full EXTENT of his sorrow show through. This was his DESTINY, something he had no ability to FIGHT no matter how hard he tried. And in truth, he didn’t think he’d LET himself even if he could. To ABANDON those in ( need ) went against his very BEING – after all, Atlas had never asked the Gods for MERCY, merely ( accepted ) the BURDEN that had been given to him.

                        The losses are bound to be INSURMOUNTABLE. Perhaps it is I who must learn to abandon the world of MORTAL SOULS before I’m reminded of how SHORT their lives will be in comparison.

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est. april 24, 2015

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