#The Hall of Dreams' Great Mausoleum

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Title: スパーキング・ラヴ

Arrangement: 310kent

Album: レイシィ・サーヴァント

Circle: A-GEAR

Original Theme: The Hall of Dreams' Great Mausoleum

[roguelioness]

fables from the field

[written for ffxivwrites2024]

Day 2: Horizon

Rating: T Words: 1067 Pairing: none

Rows upon rows of grave markers line the entirety of Bloodhowe. Ordinary tombs lie dotted between modest mausoleums, all under the watchful eye of The Song of Kings. 

In another world, her mother would have been buried within those hallowed halls, laid to rest with the rituals and offerings befitting her status as a primor’s daughter. In another world, Alyzen would have lived her life amidst the riotous, uncommon beauty of Gyr Abania, would have spent her life in modest luxury, mingling with fellow nobility within the halls of the palace. Perhaps she might have found contentment here, surrounded by the many towering peaks of Alabathia’s Skull. 

Or perhaps she might have been stifled, caught within a gilded cage.

This land, that had for so long been a name pointed at a direction in the horizon, is now- not quite home, not yet – maybe never – but it is no longer a story shared day after day with sorrow, with anger, with nostalgia. It is real, the crunch of gravel beneath her feet, the dust gathered on the hem of her breeches. This is what her mother had wanted for her all her life, and finally, finally, Alyzen is living her dream.

Her mother should be here. Should be, but isn’t. Should be, but will never get the chance.

There’s a gaping emptiness in her chest, a harsh, caustic grief corroding her lungs as she makes her way towards the cenotaph. Every footstep only highlights the one that is missing – that one that should be here, the one that had tried so desperately to be given a chance to walk the dust-covered road from citadel to graveyard, to gaze upon the unbroken salt flats and towering rock formations once more.

Oh, amme, sorrow leaches from her bones into her blood and her breath. That you could be here to see this.

The monument, which had been but a mere speck in the horizon from the palace balconies, grows larger and larger the closer she gets to it. A few steps further, and she’s covered by its shadow; she shivers, both from the sudden absence of the sun and the lonely, mournful atmosphere. 

Worn cobblestone bricks form the path leading to the stairs. Gripping the bouquet of  alyssum – collected by her own hand from the slopes of Mount Yorn that very morning – she climbs the first of the steps, a wet heat pricking her eyes and blurring her vision.

Malyna Kaide had been a great many things - stubborn and dogmatic, old-fashioned in ways that frustrated her, perceptive to even the smallest of errors; a demanding perfectionist who could not give up control. Yet for all her faults, she had been a loving, caring mother, one who had wanted nothing but the best for Alyzen. That they clashed often was but natural; she had, after all, inherited her mother’s persistence. But despite their many fights, there had been little doubt in Alyzen’s mind that Malyna loved her.

The sun starts its descent into the valleys of the mountainous landscape, the mist covering the slopes turning a beautiful shade of mauve to contrast the dark silhouettes of the tallest peaks. Heavy grey clouds accumulate in the horizon, flanking the setting sun; the sky begins to bleed glorious shades of golden orange. By the time she reaches the monument, the rust stone glows warm in the light.

It seems rather ironic that a monument dedicated to those who perished fighting for their country is build from red brick. 

Or perhaps that was the intention.

Alyzen places the flowers – the flowers she was named after, the small, blue-petaled flower that, despite its delicate appearance, thrived in the harsh arid environment of Gyr Abania – at the base of the tall slab with the long list of engraved names. She recognizes none of them, but there are hundreds upon hundreds of those who had fought with fierce determination for this beautifully wild, untamed land.

“I miss you, amme,” she murmurs. “I wish you were here to show me all the sights that were familiar to you. I wish you were here to take me to all of your favorite, secret hiding spots.”

The tears she’d tried so valiantly to hold back now flow freely. “I may not have understood before, but I do now,” she speaks into the wind, willing it to carry it up, up, up into the sky so her mother might hear them. “It is a marvel, this homeland of yours…” she hesitates. “Of ours,” she amends softly. “I do not have the ties to it that you do, but I feel the strength of it in my heart. I feel the wonder of it in the breath I take. It is fierce, and proud, and willful. Like you,” she hiccups a wet laugh. “I know if you could  see me now, you would tease me for all that I feel.” She curls her fingers into the brightly patterned cotton of her tunic. “And you would scold me for my outfit. I can hear you now, you know. One must wear dark colors for somber occasions. But…” she wipes haphazardly at her face with the back of a hand, “there has been so much violence, amme. So much death. I think, this time, you would excuse me.” 

Alyzen stares at the peaks of Alabathia’s Skull, several of which serve as conduits for sharp, jagged lightning strikes. There will be a storm later in the evening; the air is heavy with moisture, and she can smell the faint scent of petrichor on the wind. 

“I hope I made you proud, amme,” she whispers. “I hope I made you happy. And I hope,” she watches as a gentle gust of wind scatters the flowers about, a few rising up on a draft and drifting out into the mist. “I hope you’re with abbe again.”

The sun takes its rest, marking its absence with a rapidly-darkening sky and ash-blue clouds. The wind dries the tears on her cheeks. Alyzen takes out her little chisel and carefully, lovingly engraves her parents' names into the stone slab.

Some day, her name too will be carved into this stone, beneath that of her parents. But that day is yet to come, and until then… She traces the newly etched letters before rising to her feet. 

Until then, there are places beyond the horizon she has yet to see.

[christian-oc-tournament]

A'den Propaganda!:

The Silver Angels and Their Messengers

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Silver Angel, Originally Drawn 2023:

One of six eighty-foot (28.34m) monolithic Machines that have been responsible for directing, culling, and uplifting the daktlyc race as they see fit since nearly the beginning of the planet's history. The Silver Angels move and act on a will of their own, and though many daktlyc worship them as gods, not all believe they are as beneficial as they claim.

A Messenger, a 6-foot/1.83m tall flying machine known for spreading the Silver Angels' will to their devotees in Hasra. Despite their supposed exclusivity to the daktlyc race, some have speculated that these ominous, tranquil-seeming robots have at times sought out and made contact with the humans of the Paradisio Fleet. Their plans are as one with the Angels. (Originally posted here, 2022)

A'den and the Silver Angel, 2024:

Excerpt: Hasran Tales, "Drill Down.":

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"You have been here a while."

The glass flickered off, and A'den glared at the floating, smiling Messenger that appeared over his shoulder. He turned and bowed out of habit. "Messenger."

"Exalted. The Angels have need of you elsewhere."

He straightened. "What is the mission?"

"Purging. You are to ensure there are no survivors."

He didn't ask the crime. It was the quickest way to avoid living with the screams of the immolated dead echoing in his dreams. Yet the words slipped from his mouth. "Hasra should have enough resources to support a higher population by now. If it's another exile town, why not allow for that allocation and let this target live?"

The Messenger did not move. Another flew down from the honeycombed walls within the black, humming halls of the Mausoleum. The takeoff of a distant Angel rattled the bones in his body. At least it was flying out rather than moving to another chamber.

"Exalted.” The second Messenger crossed its needle-tipped arms admonishingly over each other. “What have the Angels done for your people since the beginning of your race?"

"Exalted the worthy. Exterminated the weak. Uplifted the strong. Given us Order and Law." The words were rote, a drill and a chant of something like worship from a different time.

"Why do you question Us?"

And suddenly, with a cold awareness, he knew he wasn't speaking merely to a Messenger. The icy metal chilled through his armor where he knelt. "Angel, pardon my impudence. I only wish to know." It took more effort than he would have liked to keep his crest pinned to his skull.

"There are things of which We are aware that would break you, A'den."

His head snapped up, eyes burning in the dark. "And do you know of the humans? Do you know what they do to their own kind? Are these the gods of prophecy, truly?"

The Messenger's head tilted. "You are a clever one."

"Are they our gods?" His throat burned. Swallowing provided no relief. "Where are my people, Angel? Great Monolith, Exalter of our race, what is our purpose?"

"Your purpose is to serve Our will."

"Your will? Your will which kills us and holds us back?" Heat flushed through his treacherous crest, and his teeth peeled from his lips. "I have seen what the humans have! Why are we not allowed to progress to --?"

"To war that would kill not only cities but the atmosphere, which would burn the little oxygen left, radiate your world to an even more lifeless crater than what it already is? Why have we not given you the secrets of the atom, which would destroy more than the cities we excise?"

His crest lowered, a chill crawling from his scalp through his spines. "What do you mean?"

The Angel in the Messenger's body leaned back, calculating his worth and the value of further explanation. "Nuclear power," she said slowly, "is a double-edged sword. Humans, once they got the taste, first used it for war. They did not understand the consequences, and while a great many would use it for the power you now see, imagine the fear of living in a world where all race for the strength to destroy the world as a threat to the other. Not all of them.” A thin arm waved dismissively. “Yet too many for the good of the planet."

A'den stared. "How do you know?" he whispered hoarsely.

"We know all."

"How?"

"Do you wish to save her?" The sharp voice stung. "Perform your duty. Continue to speak out against the High Council, for they are losing our favor. And if there is war--" the Messenger hovered inches before his face, and he leaned back-- "then lead them."

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Vote for A'den here! :D And if anyone's got any questions about him, please let me know! (and beware, I have..... about three years of lore for him. :'D)

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[twinfoxtails]

"Well, if Reimu wants a puzzle, then I'll be more than happy to give one. Mine is harder than Eri's, so feel free to take some time."

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There's a murder which took place in the Hall of Dreams, the Great Mausoleum. Seiga Kaku has been found splattered on the ground outside of the building, where her dorms are in the 10th Floor.

You, the detective, is asking Miko about the Top Floor of the Mausoleum. (The 25th). Miko says "She was always talking about suicide, and we should have taken her more seriously. She left us a suicide note before she went away."

You ignored Miko holding out the suicide note, but you held out a coin instead and said "Heads or Tails?"

Miko is confused, but she said "Tails?"

You then flip the coin out of the window, and watch it go all the way to the ground below. And when the coin stopped, you then looked at Miko and said "Sorry, it was heads. This is not a suicide, but a murder."

How did you come to that conclusion?

[perfectindiatrip]

Agra OverNight Tour By Perfect India Trip Company

Agra Overnight Tour by Perfect India Trip Company Introduction Exploring Agra, home to the Taj Mahal, is a dream for many people, and to properly enjoy the magic of this old city, an overnight stay is the ideal choice. The Agra Overnight Tour by Perfect India Trip Company is a terrific chance to immerse yourself in the beauty, history, and culture of Agra without the bustle of a day trip. From the timeless Taj Mahal to the majestic Agra Fort and beyond, this overnight excursion allows you to view Agra’s highlights at a relaxing pace.

In this post, we'll walk you through the important features of the Agra Overnight Tour, including a summary of the itinerary, the unique experiences you can expect, and why this tour is great for people who want to drink up Agra's magic in depth.

1. Why Choose an Overnight Tour? 1.1 Unhurried Exploration Unlike day tours, which might seem rushed, an overnight tour provides you more time to explore Agra's sites at your own pace. With an extra day in the city, you may explore each monument in a relaxing manner, soaking in the nuances and savoring the beauty without the pressure of catching a ride back to Delhi on the same day.

1.2 Experience Agra by Night Agra has its own appeal after sunset. Whether it's a tranquil evening stroll near the Taj Mahal or enjoying the city’s native specialties, staying overnight affords you the chance to experience Agra’s nightlife and evening ambiance.

2. The Perfect India Trip Company Experience 2.1 Why Book with Perfect India Trip Company? Perfect India Trip Company is known for its well-organized, customer-focused excursions. With an emphasis on comfort, safety, and flexibility, they offer individualized services to guarantee you have a great and stress-free journey. They handle every part of your itinerary, from transportation and hotel to guided tours, making your vacation hassle-free.

2.2 Experienced Local Guides The organization uses knowledgeable local guides who are passionate about Agra’s history and culture. Their observations lend life to each landmark you see, helping you appreciate the rich tales behind the city’s architectural marvels.

3. The Agra Overnight Tour Itinerary 3.1 Day 1: Departure from Delhi and Arrival at Agra Your tour begins with a comfortable pick-up from your hotel or preferred location in Delhi. The travel to Agra takes roughly 3-4 hours, during which you can relax in an air-conditioned automobile supplied by Perfect India Trip Company.

Upon landing in Agra, your first visit will be the beautiful Agra Fort. This UNESCO World Heritage site is a vast red sandstone castle that was formerly the home of Mughal emperors. As you explore its palaces, halls, and courtyards, your guide will offer intriguing anecdotes about its rich history and significance.

3.2 Sunset at the Taj Mahal One of the most amazing experiences in Agra is watching the Taj Mahal at sunset. The golden glory of the setting sun bouncing off the white marble provides a picture-perfect moment. After checking into your hotel, you’ll go to the Taj Mahal for a memorable evening visit.

As your guide takes you through the history of this iconic monument, you’ll hear about Emperor Shah Jahan’s enduring love for his wife, Mumtaz Mahal, and the tale behind the construction of this architectural marvel.

4. Day 2: Sunrise at the Taj Mahal and More 4.1 Sunrise Visit to the Taj Mahal Your second day starts with an early morning excursion to the Taj Mahal, where you’ll witness the tranquil splendor of the monument at sunrise. This is one of the greatest times to enjoy the Taj Mahal, as the crowds are few, and the mellow morning light puts a lovely glow over the marble. The serenity and tranquility make it a wonderful moment to soak in the magnificence of the monument in peace.

4.2 Visit to Itmad-ud-Daulah (Baby Taj) Next on your schedule is the Itmad-ud-Daulah, popularly known as the "Baby Taj." This smaller yet equally gorgeous mausoleum is frequently regarded a draft of the Taj Mahal, and it’s one of Agra’s hidden beauties. With its elaborate marble work and magnificent inlay designs, the Baby Taj is an architectural pleasure.

4.3 Mehtab Bagh: The Moonlit Garden For those seeking a new perspective of the Taj Mahal, a visit to Mehtab Bagh is a must. This park offers a stunning view of the Taj Mahal from across the Yamuna River. The tranquil surroundings of the garden make it a fantastic site for photographs and leisure, away from the crowds.

5. What’s Included in the Agra Overnight Tour? 5.1 Private Transportation The tour includes round-trip transportation from Delhi in a private air-conditioned vehicle. The drivers offered by Perfect India Trip Company are skilled, experienced, and assure a safe and comfortable travel.

5.2 Accommodation Your overnight stay in Agra will be in a pleasant hotel, carefully picked by Perfect India Trip Company for its service quality and proximity to main sites. The package includes a night’s stay with breakfast, ensuring you enjoy a nice and relaxed vacation.

5.3 Guided Tours and Entry Fees The tour includes the services of an experienced local guide who will accompany you to all the key attractions. Entry costs to the Taj Mahal, Agra Fort, and other monuments are also covered, making it a hassle-free experience.

6. Best Time to Book the Agra Overnight Tour 6.1 Ideal Season for Visiting The best time to visit Agra is during the milder months, from October to March. During this time, the weather is favorable, making it perfect for sightseeing, especially for outdoor trips to the Taj Mahal and Agra Fort.

6.2 Time of Day for the Best Views Sunrise and sunset are considered the finest times to view the Taj Mahal. The changing light throughout these periods provides a spellbinding impact on the monument, enhancing its splendor and presenting the perfect opportunity for photography.

Conclusion The Agra Overnight Tour by Perfect India Trip Company is a terrific opportunity to enjoy the best of Agra without the bustle of a day trip. With time to see the Taj Mahal both at sunrise and sunset, explore Agra Fort, and see hidden jewels like the Baby Taj and Mehtab Bagh, you’ll leave Agra with lasting memories of its rich history and beauty. This tour is ideal for individuals who wish to thoroughly immerse themselves in the city’s charm while enjoying the luxury and convenience provided by Perfect India Trip Company.

FAQs 1. How long is the drive from Delhi to Agra? The travel from Delhi to Agra normally takes roughly 3-4 hours, depending on traffic.

2. Are meals included in the tour? Breakfast at your accommodation is covered, but other meals can be arranged at local restaurants in Agra, or you can explore dining alternatives on your own.

3. Can the itinerary be customized? Yes, Perfect India Trip Company gives flexibility in the itinerary, allowing you to alter stops or add experiences according to your interests.

4. Is the tour family-friendly? Yes, the Agra Overnight Tour is excellent for families, couples, and independent travelers equally.

5. What should I pack for the trip? Pack comfortable clothing and shoes for sightseeing. If traveling in winter, carry a thick jacket for the cold mornings and evenings in Agra.

[mywisdomexchange]

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Why: Home to a unique ecosystem of endemic species, the Galapagos Islands offer unparalleled wildlife encounters.

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6. Taj Mahal, India:

Why: A symbol of love and loss, the Taj Mahal is a breathtaking mausoleum and UNESCO World Heritage site.

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Must-see: Arashiyama Bamboo Forest, Kiyomizu-dera Temple, Gion district.

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Why: With its iconic white-washed buildings, blue-domed churches, and breathtaking sunsets, Santorini is a dream destination.

Must-see: Oia village, Akrotiri archaeological site, Santorini Wine Museum.

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Why: From glaciers and geysers to the Northern Lights, Iceland offers a unique and unforgettable experience.

Must-see: Blue Lagoon, Golden Circle, Vatnajökull National Park.

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Why: A UNESCO World Heritage site and one of the Seven Wonders of the World, Machu Picchu is a marvel of ancient Inca engineering.

Must-see: Inca Trail, Huayna Picchu, Sun Gate.

27. Galapagos Islands, Ecuador:

Why: Home to a unique ecosystem of endemic species, the Galapagos Islands offer unparalleled wildlife encounters.

Must-see: Isabela Island, Santa Cruz Island, Charles Darwin Research Station.

28. Taj Mahal, India:

Why: A symbol of love and loss, the Taj Mahal is a breathtaking mausoleum and UNESCO World Heritage site.

Must-see: Agra Fort, Fatehpur Sikri.

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Why: The world's largest coral reef system, the Great Barrier Reef offers incredible snorkeling and diving opportunities.

Must-see: Whitsunday Islands, Cairns, Great Barrier Reef Marine Park.

30. Paris, France:

Why: A city of romance, art, and culture, Paris is a must-visit destination.

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[tourporlaindiaseo]

El mismo día Agra desde Delhi By Tour Por la India Company

Tour Por la India Company offers same-day Agra tours from Delhi. The Taj Mahal is a dream destination for people from all over the world, and it is easily accessible as a day trip from Delhi. Tour Por la India Company's Same Day Agra Tour from Delhi is designed to provide you with a full and unique tour of Agra's most iconic sites in only one day. In this post, we'll go over what this tour comprises, the main attractions you'll see, and why it's a great option for visitors on a tight schedule.

H1: Overview of the Same-Day Agra Tour. If you're short on time yet want to see the Taj Mahal, the Same Day Agra Tour from Delhi is the best option. This itinerary has been meticulously organized to maximize your time and ensure that you experience all of the highlights of Agra without staying overnight.

H2: Tour itinerary. H3: 1. Early morning departure from Delhi. The journey begins with an early-morning pickup from your Delhi accommodation. A comfortable, air-conditioned vehicle will transport you smoothly down the Yamuna Expressway, one of India's finest highways. The travel takes roughly 3 to 4 hours, giving you time to unwind and appreciate the gorgeous vistas of the Indian countryside.

H3: 2. Arrival to Agra and Meeting with the Guide When you arrive in Agra, you will be greeted by a skilled local guide from Tour Por La India Company. The guide will be with you throughout the day, providing insightful commentary on the history and significance of the locations you will see.

H3: 3. Visit the Taj Mahal. The Taj Mahal is the tour's first destination and its highlight. The Taj Mahal, one of the Seven Wonders of the World, requires no introduction. You'll be able to visit the gorgeous white marble mausoleum, learn about its romantic past, and take breathtaking photographs. The guide will tell interesting anecdotes of Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan and his adored wife Mumtaz Mahal, for whom the Taj Mahal was created.

H3: 4. Exploring the Agra Fort After the Taj Mahal, the group goes to the Agra Fort, a UNESCO World Heritage site. This huge red sandstone fort was the Mughal monarchs' principal palace and exemplifies the majesty of Mughal construction. Inside, there are exquisite palaces, audience halls, and mosques, as well as stunning views of the Taj Mahal from across the Yamuna River.

H3: 5. Lunch in a Local Restaurant Following your visit to Agra Fort, you'll have a great lunch at a nearby restaurant. This is an excellent opportunity to enjoy traditional Mughlai food, which is renowned for its rich flavors and aromatic spices.

H3: 6. Visit Itimad-ud-Daulah (Baby Taj). Itimad-ud-Daulah tomb, also known as the "Baby Taj," is a must-see site in Agra. With its beautiful marble inlay work and delicate embellishments, this stunning mausoleum is frequently referred to as a prototype for the Taj Mahal. It's a calmer site, so you may explore at your leisure.

H3: 7 Mehtab Bagh for Sunset Views If time permits, the tour will end with a visit to Mehtab Bagh, a stunning garden complex on the opposite bank of the Yamuna River. This is an ideal location to observe the Taj Mahal at sunset, with the shifting colors of the sky reflected on the monument's marble.

H3: 8. Return to Delhi. After a day of exploration and cultural immersion, you will be taken back to Delhi. The tour usually ends with a drop-off at your hotel in the evening, leaving you with fond recollections of your trip to Agra.

H2: Why Choose a Same-Day Agra Tour? H3: Convenience & Comfort One of the most significant advantages of the Same Day Agra Tour from Delhi is its convenience. The tour is designed to be completed in a one day, making it suitable for business travelers, tourists with limited time, or anybody looking for a quick yet comprehensive visit to Agra.

Tour Por la India Company offers knowledgeable local guides who are well-versed in the history and culture of Agra. Their knowledge ensures that you make the most of your visit, with fascinating tales and historical information that bring the sites to life.

H3: Value for Money. This tour provides exceptional value for money, covering all key destinations in one day. The tour price includes transportation, guide services, and entrance fees, ensuring a hassle-free experience.

H3: Safe and secure. Travel safety is a primary priority for Tour Por la India Company. The tour includes private transportation in well-maintained vehicles, assuring a safe and comfortable trip. The organization also adheres to all relevant safety regulations to ensure a safe atmosphere for travelers.

H2: Tips for a Successful One-Day Agra Tour H3: Plan Ahead Because the tour begins early in the morning, it's critical to plan ahead. Make sure you get plenty of rest the night before and arrive on time for your pickup.

H3: Dress appropriately. Agra can be rather warm during the day, so wear light and comfortable. Remember to bring comfortable shoes as there will be some walking involved.

H3: Carry essentials. Bring sunscreen, sunglasses, a hat, and a water bottle to stay hydrated. A camera or smartphone is also required for photographing the stunning vistas of Agra.

H3: Prepare for Security Checks. The Taj Mahal and Agra Fort have security checks at its entrances. It is important to travel light and avoid bringing large bags or superfluous goods to expedite the process.

H1: Conclusion. The Same Day Agra Tour from Delhi by Tour Por la India Company is an excellent option to see the sights of Agra in a short period of time. This tour, which includes visits to the Taj Mahal, Agra Fort, and other significant sites, provides a thorough and enjoyable experience. Whether you're a first-time visitor or an experienced tourist, the beauty and history of Agra will leave you with memories to last a lifetime.

H2: FAQs H3: 1. How long is the drive from Delhi to Agra? The travel from Delhi to Agra takes about 3 to 4 hours, depending on traffic.

H3: 2. Is it possible to see all of the main sites in Agra in one day? Yes, the Same Day Agra Tour is meticulously arranged to encompass all of the major sights, including the Taj Mahal, Agra Fort, and others, in a single day.

H3: 3. What is included in the tour package? The tour package includes transportation, guide services, entrance fees to all attractions, and lunch at a nearby restaurant.

H3: 4. Can the tour be customized? Yes, Tour Por la India Company offers customizable options based on your interests. You may contact them personally to discuss any unique demands.

H3: 5. How can I arrange a Same-Day Agra Tour from Delhi? You can book the tour online at the Tour Por la India Company website or by contacting their customer service department.

[deepseacityunderground]

uh. does anyone know what the writing on either side of the door to the hall of dreams great mausoleum says

[bestworstcase]

@spinner335

(general lore musing) does the Wolf not allow people to be unmade as they (both the Wolf and the person) want to be? The only non Splinter name we know of is Coelle, who drowned herself. Maybe the Wolf doesn’t let them have oblivion, because it cannot achieve it. Hurting them by denying them what they desire and can achieve unlike it.  Hmmm do you think the Wolf sponsors the creation of the Great Bell that Tolls the Ending of the Hours? Hmm do you think if one part of a dyad commits the crime, both parties transform, because they are so fundamentally linked?

CONSPIRACY GUY DOT GIF. fuck ok. 

cliff notes

key texts – cultsim:

mausoleum of wolves (full expedition text + all non-random loot incl. velshorn inscriptions; note every book pertains to the lithomachy, not the intercalate) 

tower revek (full expedition text + all non-random loot; note 1. exile description for bitterblack salt is "pinch of this goes up like lightning-struck thermite" and 2. the wolf-divided’s tarot is the tower, depicted traditionally as a tower or a tree struck by lightning)

orthos wood (full expedition text + all non-random loot)

keglin’s scratch (full expedition text + all non-random loot + medium’s remnant, wolfshead, which provides the splendid memory)

chateau raveline (expedition text matters more than the loot but note the cinnabar amulet and greydawn oil)

a star-shattered fane (full expedition text + non-random loot; tangentially relevant, this is where the forge shattered the flint)

rite of the beast’s division + rite of the rebel striving

lore: exile edge (neutral/wolf path, note that the foe considers beidde a name of the colonel but he’s wrong, beidde is the wolf’s + lionsmith’s shattered mysteries). winter. forge. illuminate mysteries (lantern 14). formulae ophidian (knock 10). anthic elaborations (grail 12). 

influences: all moth. all forge. all winter. 

tools: dappled mask. cinnabar amulet. meteoric bullet, beidde’s blade. all winter tools (note connection suggested in TLA between bone flute and the sea specifically). kingskin bodhrán. 

various priest dreams/scars and sermons. various mainline cultist dreams. various dancer sendings and balance ending. 

book of hours skills – i cannot possibly list all of them but these are the most crucial:

sky stories, sea stories, wolf stories, snow stories. rhyme & remembrance, anbary & lapidary(note anbary means ‘lightning’), preliminal meter, sights & sensations, quenchings & quellings, ragged crossroads, putrefactions & calcinations, hill & hollow, transformations & liberations, sickle & eclipse (note mirroring with sky: matters of balance, necessity and rebuke vs matters of balance, harmony and necessity). 

basically every nectar skill but we don’t have time for the calyptra tangent rn 

most craftable items and memories using these skills, and patterns therein. 

book of hours Things and Rooms (most crucial items only)

xanthotic and iotic essence (NOTE MELANCTHE’S HERETICAL "TRUE FORGE OF DAYS" BIT on iotic)

as above, so below painting. bust of st melancthe

hall of division + mirrors + eva and abraham painting. desk: eva. pale chamber. all of gullscry tower. 

all of nina lagasse’s paintings but especially rose, sky, winter (note that nina lagasse is 1. a name of the wolf, 2. ninegala of lagash, 3. probably nyn, and 4. possibly the fucking postmistress)

stymphlings. eva’s bust. 

books, a selection as concise as i can make it in addition to the ones found in the vaults listed above:

eva’s treasury. one hundred and eight. ettery after. lady eva’s repose. a pale lady and a prince of wines. the crossing to noon. to a pale lady.

a child’s treasury of golden afternoons (+ numen and archaeologist endings). the velletri interviews. wakefield papers 1902: skolekosophy.

towards a fundamental aesthetic, both editions (+numens and endings)

black nephrite. a true history of valentine dewulf. 

the other eye of the serpent

shuritic book of suns (+ numen)

the sun disfigured (+ numen)

in the mountains…, observations on the peacock door. nyn’s cages. the scar in the sky. the sky in the scar. 

the lion and the glass, each flame his fuel, the focus of amber. 

an investigation of a foundered country. 

a tower rises. a tower falls. 

on the white. 

the black, white, & red books of brittany

chione at abydos 

five creations. (+from nowhere origin determination which gives sky/forge)

the dream of the conspiracy of the lower skies. a catalogue of uncharted pleasures. 

basically all incidents/visitors but yvette, connie, serena, coseley, mopsy, and bancroft are worth paying particular attention to. 

<- this is a non-inclusive and fairly conservative list. read everything!!!

two things to keep in mind: 1. any time you see a reference to ‘twins’ or twinning, it is either the sister-and-witch OR the entity cygnifer refers to as the joined serpent; 2. the serpent is lightning is melancthe’s "true forge of days" (<- this is why anbary & lapidary can make everything it does) so you have to always be asking and which forge are you referring to. 

wheeze. ok. i’m not going to go through any of the analysis and corkboarding for all that and more but those are the core sources ANYWAY

the first two hours were sky (the monarch-at-the-crossroads, the thirty birds) and sea. birds of a feather, worms of a scale. gods-from-stone in between. the lithomachy and the intercalate are twin events—cyclical—a repeating pattern, this is a wolf thing. sea and sky were separated (<- the thritige-kind dreamed themselves out of nowhere and became sky, the primordial ocean opened like a mouth, speech the first wound etc) and sought to recombine. 

to do that,

sky stilled the winds which carried the moon around the sky. moon plummeted to earth and exploded—that’s the forge of days, a meteor a la chicxulub impact—inciting the lithomachy. sky/sea conjoined and ate each other and became one; the serpent, the wolf, the beast, the storm. it’s called the crime of the sky as in the crime the sky committed. (the elegiast and the beach-comber are gods-who-were-flesh, names of sky who ascended to hourhood in a similar manner to the solar hours after the lithomachy. sky is/was the black dove and white raven)

as above/so below is the serpent’s whole thing—as below (in nowhere), so above (in the mansus) and also as above (in the glory), so below (in the mansus)—there are always conjunctions in both directions.  this also seems to happen in time, as before/so again, which seems to mean that every…manifestation of sky/sea/wolf exists concurrently in some liminal way

(also the serpent’s mouth is the serpent gate / the spider’s door / the wrong door. hence why the great hooded princes were twinned when they passed through it. this is why the librarian can, for example, recite  sea’s enactments at the sea’s edge.)

ANYWAY. intercalate. the forge of days wanted union with the sun-in-splendour and instead divided him (although they did join through their proxies, swan king and sunset celia)—which which also divided the serpent for VARIOUS REASONS (<- mainly the forge of days is to sky as the swan king is to the forge and the sun-in-splendour is to sea as sunset celia was to the sun-in-splendour) and that. caused the wolf-divided (as above) and snow (so below). gestures vaguely at wolf-snow. the sun was never interred in the mausoleum of wolves because the mausoleum was not built for the sun-in-splendour. it was built for the wolf. 

clutches head. anyway the chandler is/will be a wolf spider and she both does and does not exist already (as the rising spider. dawn. rising spider. dawn. rising–) but when she does become it will be through the conjunction of snow and the wolf-divided. this is—laughs helplessly—the seven amira zahra prophesies in ‘the time of division’…

The Sun will be divided that it might not sire children. Still its children shall be Four in number and its children shall be Seven in number and its children shall also be Numberless. The Numberless shall open the way for the Seven, and the Seven shall consume the Four...'

the four are the solar hours (sun-in-rags, meniscate, madrugad, flowermaker). the seven are sky, sea, serpent/wolf, wolf-divided, snow, rising spider, chandler. the various possible outcomes of the second dawn ALL depend on precisely in what configuration the seven coagulate into one again which is out of scope for the cliff notes but i’ve made charts about it. 

teresa galmier is a name of the chandler btw that’s why she has rose aspect. good end chandler’s aspects will be winter / rose / moon / knock / lantern. bad end is winter / forge / lantern / knock / edge. low red sun chandler is… probably… grail instead of winter and nectar (blood) instead of edge but i’m still very iffy on how precisely those conjunctions are expressed. regardless,

if you’re interested in the wolf-divided play through the archaeologist librarian sometime. they broke into a tomb—quite possibly the mausoleum of wolves—and got themself haunted by a wolf-splinter. see also the barrowchild’s elegies, where the condition is described as ‘the avidity of trist,’ and note the description of trist: despairing and everything to do with dread in cultsim. 

anyway. aside from the splinters these are the names of the wolf that we know of:

coelle the flower-girl (cinnabar memorial, drowned herself, "not the first and will not be the last")

ninegala / nyn / nina (cultsim, dream with health, dread: "In the land of the two rivers, in the days of Rimush and of Naram-Sin, there were stories told of a howling woman who devoured the children of other mothers. Last night there was a howling in my dreams." <- not the mother of ants, although she’s also the child of two rivers; mother of ants hales from ectbana, the historical references here indicate lagash. nyn wrote the scar in the sky, which is the wolf-word written once on each page, and came to regret it; nina lagasse’s paintings convinced julian coseley to change his mind regarding husher, who ascended under snow)

beidde.

eva dewulf.

in order to become a name, you emulate the enactments of an hour—because hours who share aspects often overlap so closely, enactments are the surest way to determine who is a name of whom. 

take beidde. the foe believes he’s the colonel’s name. the colonel’s enactments are to be blind, to be scarred, to not be denied. here’s what we know about beidde:

Beidde’s Lesson

Biedde said: 'Blood can be replenished. Time cannot.' Biedde knew what he was about. 

Beidde’s Blade

A cut from this blade will not cease bleeding until the wound is healed. One account has it that Biedde was a knife-collecting surgeon-highwayman in eighteenth-century Toulouse. Another claims Biedde is only the bastardisation of an Arabic word for 'mosquito'.

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One account has it that Biedde is a bastardised Arabic word for 'mosquito'. But my Foe used to number Biedde among the Colonel's Names.

first, obvious problem is the colonel’s scarring versus beidde’s bleeding. mosquito. wounds that bleed without ceasing until they heal. a surgeon-highwayman. (again resisting the calyptra tangent but: the wolf is the white flower of calyptra and snow in particular is heavily, heavily associated with vampirism. it’s the intersection of sea’s grail + snow’s winter) – so beidde doesn’t have any clear connection to the colonel’s enactments. 

but the wolf-divided is he unmaketh, he unmaketh, and at the last, he unmaketh. beidde was a "mosquito," a surgeon, and a highwayman—blood-letting others to sustain oneself, cutting into others to remove and remake what ails them, ending lives. three different kinds of unmaking. (also: surgeries & exsanguinations skill discusses the sanguine exception, which is "every door also opens the other way" and is one of calyptra’s key tenets.)

which brings us to eva dewulf. 

here are the facts:

she was a skolekosophist and a herpetologist specifically; her book ‘eva’s treasury’ offers lessons in anbary & lapidary, ‘one hundred eight’ pentiments & precursors, and ‘ettery after’ (which she DID write) is a parable about calyptra generally and the crime of the sky specifically. (=rule of tincture is the allegory for the crime, there), so she knew inks of containment. 

she taught her father valentine how to hatch stymphlings AND she—contra in-universe speculation about dealings with reckoners—likely had the requisite skill to draw year-tallies herself. rhyme & remembrance can hatch stymphlings, render essential periost, and draw year-tallies using periost, and it can be learnt from ‘lady eva’s repose.’ snow stories can also make all three, though there’s no obvious direct connection to eva.

her father valentine knew serpents & venoms techniques (<- implying this was the method eva taught him for hatching stymphlings; see ‘the republic of teeth’). he knew wolf stories (‘black nephrite’), which can render periost and produce a wormwood dream using a stymphling. 

the remaining books about eva teach lessons in sea stories and pearl & tide. the technique for removing chionic theoplasma (…snow’s influence) from books is the “dewulf method” credited to gideon or eva, requires 7 heart, easiest with quenchings & quellings but possible with inks of containment. 

the shadow in the stair tenebrous, the entity ernestine peterhans called the donkerling? name of the blackbone (it’s the thing that possessed lady nonna), and the blackbone is a) mentioned in relation to the moon and eva/snow in the crossing to noon, b) probably similar in relation to sea as the elegiast is to sky, cast-off bones picked clean of flesh, and c) with greater certainty, the "so below" conjunction of the velvet (black flower of calyptra)

meaning eva dewulf grew up with a very chatty name of something that used to be an emanation of the sea as, essentially, a family pet. 

valentine visited fermier abbey—which i’m fairly certain is the monastery of the fifth cup, the library of the watchman��s tree patronized by the mare-in-the-tree, who is the name-emanation of the wheel from whom the line of antaios arose—anyway he went there and started having nightmares about the wheel and the second dawn. eventually he jumped, or fell, from the top of gullscry tower and washed up three days later. eva was the last to see him alive, and refused to say anything of their final conversation but that he’d begun to fear the sun. 

four years later, her fiancée abraham wheelock fails to show up for the wedding. eva leaves london, he washes up three days later with his face eaten by birds and (forged) letters on his person implicating him as a spy. this has eyebrow-raising similarities to the account of eva’s history-twin, eva de braoise, in ‘us rocashaas.’ the painting of abraham and eva from a year prior is splashed with yewgall ink. 

eva’s only (acknowledged) son, sebastian, is the captain of the hms kerisham, lost with all hands during the seven years war, likely the battle in quiberion bay in 1759. eva would have been 57-58 at the time; her illegitimate daughter (by franklin bancroft) would have been nine. 

within a year of sebastian’s ship sinking, eva drowned herself and her twin infant granddaughters and was never seen again, but rumors abound. 

TLA slaps the goddamned lightning-struck tower down after everett sends his earthquake. that lighthouse is of the serpent. exile fogfire point, another lighthouse, is haunted by the wolf-divided’s shadow. upcoming book of hours DLC house of light concerns ‘the lighthouse institute,’ which seems to interest the second dawn, and the tagline is “only twins drown twice.” 

mausoleum of wolves describes the sound of the wolf’s howl on the wind as like the tearing of metal in a ship’s hull. as above/so below. 

from coelle, we know there’s a connection between names of the wolf and drownings. yvette southey is the descendant of eva’s illegitimate child and her remarks in, like, all of her visits screams this connection quite loudly; most notable is the forgivable debt (reckoner war in kaunus, which is a place of power for the wolf—she speculates on how eva got her hands on extra years) and the particular mystique:

'Funniest thing. I keep getting speaking invitations from this odd little outfit: 'Church of the Ivory Dawn'. And, well, you'll laugh, Librarian…' 'They've made up their minds I'm their appointed leader. I've made up my mind I'm not, but they're pretty insistent. They've got a bee in their bonnet about my family folklore...' 'You know that immortals - Long - can't have children. Bad things happen if they try. What if a, hm, pre-immortal had children? Would there be anything special about those? Ivory Dawn likes to think so. I like to think not. And if I say anything more about that, I'll start to feel like a fool. Thanks, Librarian.'

…basically spells it out. (the chandler is very, very strongly associated with ivory. so is snow. by the way.) 

everything we know about eva dewulf’s history is a precise description of how she did the wolf-divided’s enactments, influenced by her knowledge of sea and the serpent courtesy of the donkerling: he unmaketh (she kills her father and releases her brother from the cage valentine kept him in), he unmaketh (she kills her fiancée, utterly destroys his face and ruins his good name), and at the last, he unmaketh (her son’s ship is lost with all hands and she drowns herself and her grand-twins in the year her daughter—who does not carry the dewulf name—turns nine; note the rhyme here with the rite of the beast’s division, "the assistant's name is taken from them in a place, or on an occasion, of power; and they are divided into nine parts.")

…and her name literally means eve of the wolf. lol

(bancroft is still around too—he turns up during numa sometimes—so she and him circumvented the crime of the sky by, as yvette notes, having their child before either of them went long. but there are other ways)

the wolf has interesting associations with caer ys / kerisham—and with morgen and rowena, consequently, on this see sea stories and serpent root as well as their real-world mythological counterparts—obviously the sea-serpent devoured/drowned ys and if the city unbuilt is built in ys, it has a foundation-stone of amber (<- shared between the watchman, the sister-and-witch, and the serpent). and obv eva’s son’s ship was the hms kerisham, which is… not a safe thing to call a ship in this world and i hope the blackbone enjoyed her meal after the wolf-divided ripped the hull open, i guess. bfrhdjdjs

the secret is that the wolf-divided (and snow) are albedo—the white flower—separation, purification—and so unmaketh unmaketh unmaketh is about that moreso than annihilation; the wolf-divided hates because he is in agony but sating his hunger will bring him peace, and that’s the serpent (past) / the chandler (future). <- hence the serpent being the true forge of days. he’s, in a literal sense, the ragged crossroads. and the eclipse (<- often evoked not by name but by implied occlusion of the madrugad by the meniscate, as in purging witchworm contamination or purifications & exaltations. which is why you can use that skill, and only that skill, to make torgue’s cleansing with prentice sky. "The Corrivality manifests even in the operations of the Sun." <- the skill commits name the madrugad and the meniscate but the skill itself is a quote from george "kept a name of the chandler locked in a box in the basement until it smote him and everyone else in the gaol" collers.) 

so the wolf (in all its manifestations) is an agent of cyclical change, death-rebirth-life, and the wolf-divided is an aspect who was violently sundered and seeks vengeance / release from torment, and snow is his dyad—not edge but i believe her aspects are winter/forge ('Fire', I once read, 'is the winter that warms and the spring that consumes.' - note the description for wolf-snow) and she’s the aspect who was altered by death but endures and waits without regret, although—as solomon husher says—she will not wait forever.

(snow as in winter snow. but also snow as in marine snow; hence, a union of sky and sea. she’s in juxtaposition with the blackbone in a similar way. hence, "'Here is your paint,' whispered the Wolf to the Pale Girl. 'Here is your knife-for-scraping. And here is your face.'" <- chione and the wolf. the elegiast doesn’t have a monopoly on winter-hours interested in painters.)

wrapping back to the rwby secret histories au: salem’s a name of the wolf-divided for the same reasons eva is, killed her father killed and was killed by her lover and they killed their children together. and the drownings. ozma follows a similar path as the elegiast (onetime name of the sky, shed his flesh) but ends up a name of snow rather than ascend to hourhood in his own right by virtue of being, to put it gently, a lackey of the calyptra. 

can’t stop pondering the fascinating crime of the sky implications of edge dyad ozlem

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The Hall of Dreams’ Great Mausoleum - ZUN

Touhou Shinreibyou ~ Ten Desires

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Hall of Dreams’ Great Mausoleum (outside) - Ten Desires stage 5.

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[midnightprelude]

WIP Wednesday!

Good morning! @oftachancer and I are writing a fix-it Anders x Karl fic and quite a lot of it involves letters, which we’ll probably include between the chapters from when they were young. Here’s a couple of those!

Firstfall 16, 9:20 Dragon

Esteemed Enchanter Thekla,

I’m desperately sorry that I must begin this letter with a sincere apology. I’m afraid that by the time your correspondence had arrived, I found myself at a great distance from the Hold. I had hoped, foolishly, to deliver this missive in person, but I was - as I should’ve expected, really - foiled in my attempt to book passage north.

The halls are ever so much more dreary since your departure and I find myself whiling a great many hours into my solitude, but I assure you, it provides no comfort for me. No. I had but one comfort these past years. One reason to stay in Kinloch Hold, for that youthful hope of a future we dreamed up among the darkened library stacks or on barrels of hay in the barn. The Tower has become ever more a mausoleum for me, that I must subsist upon the memory of your laughter rather than the sound fills me with such despair I can scarcely breathe.

I’m sorry, my friend, but I cannot keep our oath any longer. I cannot live where you are not and be content with mere scraps of parchment. I am sorry.

I’ve entrusted our companions to the care of Amell and Surana; the girls are nigh inseparable and they rather remind me of us at their age. Kyr misses you, as do I.

If not this letter, perhaps the next. One day it’ll stick.

Yours always,

A.

Haring 21, 9:20 Dragon

Leander,

It is with a heavy heart that I received word from Solana of your incarceration, though I cannot speak to any portion of surprise on my part.

You ass.

Have you any inclination at all towards my well being? Do you think I like to hear that you’ve been beaten and put into a little box like one of Jarvis’ wayward hamsters? What madness even possesses you to- You realize that the Gallows is in the City of Chains. If anything, the names alone should give you pause in attempting to rush north.

Why can’t you simply bide your time and make arrangements to be transferred like a normal person? My efforts to that end are undermined by your impulsiveness, you realize.

Andraste’s frilly underskirts, to borrow your parlance, but sometimes you make me so incredibly furious and this is one of those times.

I miss you. You bastard.

I hope Solana sees this to you with all speed before you get yourself into any more trouble, and that you heal quickly and resolve to be the man I know that you can.

All my unending affection, Maker help me,

K

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Beautiful Angel of Darkness (8/8)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mild fluff 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Part Summary: Y/N falls apart after Spike disappears again and can’t find the way back until something snaps Y/N out of it

A/N: FINAL PART!!! Woohoo the first end to one of my series! I hope you all enjoy :)

Masterlist

A week later... 

Emptiness. All I feel is emptiness. For the last six months, I've been running toward finding my new purpose in this life. Then, one day Spike appears and knocks me off course. The walls and foundation I built grumbled into nothing. I am nothing. I feel nothing. In his absence, I'm nothing. 

There's a knock on my front door for which I ignore. 

"Y/N!" I hear Angel call from the other side of the door. "Y/N, answer the door." 

For the last week, I've laid in my bed waiting for some absolution. I stare out my window from dusk until dawn, yet nothing happens. Upon my silence, Angel wiggles the nob to learn that it was unlocked the whole time. He storms into my apartment calling my name until he appears in the doorway to my bedroom. 

"Y/N, no one has heard from you in days," he sighs as he approaches my bedside. 

My eyes remain fixated on my window. I watch as the branches on the tree wave in the wind, leaves fall from it with each passing breeze. Taking a seat on the edge of my bed, Angel releases a deep sigh. 

"Spike returned to Sunnydale," he tells me quietly. 

"I know," I speak for the first time in days. 

"He...um... " Angel stammers as he reaches into his coat pocket to reveal a piece of paper. "He stopped by the office before he left a few days ago. He wanted me to give you this. I was reluctant but Fred insisted." 

Gently, he places the folded-up paper on the edge of my bed beside my hand. I don't react, instead, I remain as I am, as I've been for the last few days. 

Angel brushes his hand over my cheek and rises from my bed. "I'm here if you need me," he assures quietly. He starts toward the door but stops in the archway. "He's not worth your pain, Y/N," he mutters over his shoulder. "I'll be back later to check on you." 

Once I hear him enter the hall, I lift the piece of paper and begin to unfold. Soon, Spike's handwriting is revealed on the small parchment. It's evident it was a last-minute decision, being on an official Wolfman & Hart labeled paper. 

My Love, 

I leave Los Angeles without you with great despair, a sense of pain I haven't felt in centuries. You are my dark angel. I'm nothing without you. My soul belongs to you. 

I will love you always and forever. 

Yours, 

Spike 

Memories flash across my mind like seconds of light. My entire human life was superficial and ordinary. Then, I met Spike and I felt instantly that he was my dark angel sent to lead me through life.  One, in particular, stands out to me, the moment I knew wholeheartedly that I was where I was meant to be. 

“Okay, one more time,” he so kindly does it again. 

I huff, growing slightly frustrated that I’m missing it and losing my streak. 

An IL word, how hard can it be? 

“Is it a phrase?” I question aggressively. It’s the one solution. 

He hums, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips. 

To help me figure it out, I begin to name the letters out loud. 

“I, L, O, V…” I stop saying them, but Spike continues writing out the letters. 

Slowly, I turn onto my side and Spike’s hand slides to my waist. A faint smile remains on his lips as he brings his fingers to my temple and brushes my hair back. His eyes search my face with such admiration. 

“I love you,” he reveals quietly between us. 

A breathless laugh escapes my lips as I leap to wrap my arms around him. He falls onto the bed with laughter. I climb on top of him, utterly exploding with happiness. 

“You love me?!” I question for positivity. 

He snickers, amused by my reaction. “Don’t believe me?” 

He sits up, resting against the headboard, and grips my waist. “Yes, Y/N, I love you! I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you!” 

I cup his face, pressing my lips to his. I can’t help but smile against the kiss. I want to make this moment last forever. I break away, realizing I haven’t said it back yet. 

“Oh! I love you too! I love you so much!” I rush out. 

He smiles brightly, “I was hoping you would.” 

His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he brings me in for a gentle kiss. I’ve fallen under his spell, he’s utterly immaculate. Every moment with him is magical. I want to make up for every minute we spent apart before we met. As long as Spike’s mine, nothing bad can ever happen to us. 

We rest our foreheads against one another, starring at each other’s eyes. 

“From now until forever,” he promises me. 

“Forever,” I repeat the vow, meaning it wholeheartedly. 

God, I love him so much. My entire world is him. He’s the sun, the moon, everything. I will love him for eternity. 

As if resurrected and given a second chance, I rise from my bed and hurry to get dressed. I gather a bag of a few items that I can fit and rush down the hall to my living room. When I get out there, Angel is sitting in the armchair on the phone. When he sees me enter the room, he hangs up quickly. 

"Y/N?" He first says with confusion, then with seriousness. "Y/N! Where are you going?" He urgently questions as he flies up from his position. 

"Sunnydale." I grab my keys off the side table and march toward the door. 

Angel follows me like a shadow to the door as I swing it open. "Are you crazy?!" 

I chuckle wickedly and glance over my shoulder at the vampire. "Absolutely mad," I wink as I walk off. 

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From atop the mausoleum, I watch as Spike returns from the Bronze. Even after almost a year, Spike hasn't changed his routine. I suppose I should be thankful since it made locating him much easier. He walks with a sense of gloom about him, instead of the usual confidence and lack of care. I smirk as I leap down from the roof onto the leaf-covered grass. Spike halts and whips his head around to investigate the sudden thud. I linger in the shadows and out of sight to his annoyance. 

"Who's there?!" He barks and awaits a response as he spins around. When he doesn't receive one, he huffs. "Whoever it is, it's Halloween! Take the night!" 

He starts to march off toward his tomb and I follow a few yards behind. It's sort of ironic now that I think about it. He must've done this when we first met. He hunted me like prey, lingering in the shadows. I felt his presence and now he feels mine. It's funny how the roles have reversed. He found me and now I must find me. 

"I said back off!" Spike snaps as he stops dead in his tracks. "We don't hunt on Halloween!" 

"That's a shame," I chuckle lightly as I hide. "Halloween was always my favorite..." 

"Y/N?" Spike mutters to himself, unsure if it's real. 

I emerge from behind a nearby tomb and approach him stealthily. His crystal eyes meet mine in awe. 

"Here I am," I smirk. 

"What are you doing here?" He questions quietly. 

I circle him with a mischievous grin as he did when we first met. Our little game of cat and mouse continues, except this time I'm the big bad cat. 

"Some blonde, problematic, North London vampire left me this note, would you happen to know anything about that?" I tease. 

I stand behind him, gliding my fingertips across his back. He inhales sharply with a hiss at my touch. The reaction makes me giggle. 

"Perhaps," he answers, his voice a tad shaky. 

"I read it. Quite short, but there was something about it...The words made something snap inside my head. It was like I was dreaming and rose again," I describe the experience. 

"Is that so?" He plays along and I can feel his body relax. 

"It was like someone turned on a light." I pause to whisper in his ear, "a sweet cure." 

"And now?" He presses, filled with curiosity. 

I step to stand before him and I meet his beautiful eyes directly. They've haunted me for months and I finally have them starring into mine again. 

"Nothing else matters," I tell him. 

Hesitantly, he reaches up and caresses my cheek with furrowed brows. "You've come back to me?" 

I nod, leaning into his touch. 

"I've always loved you," he confesses breathlessly. 

"I know... and I never stopped," I confess softly in return as my eyes fall shut to ponder the sensation of his hand. 

"You and me forever?" He questions urgently as he cups my face. 

I nod gently and bring my hand to cover his. "All time." 

The edge of his lips curves upward to a light smirk as he leans down and brings them to meet mine. I'm electrified by the feeling and am reminded that my place in the world is with him. For all eternity. 

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 6: WE HAVE BATHROOM INCIDENT

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horn Percy was carrying. Another said, "That's him."

Anxious if all the attention, I scooted closer to Percy holding onto his arm. Most of the campers were older than us. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. The way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. Though I am aware the attention was on Percy. I still felt like they were expecting me to do a flip or something.

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.

"What's up there?" Percy asked Chiron.

He looked where I was pointing, and his smile faded. "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?"

"No," he said with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I got the feeling he was being truthful. But I was also sure something had moved that curtain.

"Come along, you two," Chiron said, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. "Lots to see."

We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satyr played a tune on a reed pipe.. . . . . . . . . .

Chiron told me the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses," he explained. "And the strawberries take almost no effort."

He said Mr. D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants: they just went crazy when he was around. It worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.

I watched the satyr playing his pipe. His music was causing lines of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction, like refugees fleeing a fire. I wondered if Grover could work that kind of magic with music. I wondered if he was still inside the farmhouse, getting chewed out by Mr. D.

"Grover won't get in too much trouble, will he?" I asked Chiron.

"Yeah, I mean... he was a good protector. Really." Percy added.

Chiron sighed. He shed his tweed jacket and draped it over his horses back like a saddle. "Grover has big dreams, Percy. Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal, he must first demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper and bringing him safely to Half-Blood Hill."

"But he did that! He brought two!"

"I might agree with you," Chiron said. "But it is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the Council of Cloven Elders must decide. I'm afraid they might not see this assignment as a success. After all, Grover lost you in New York. Then there's the unfortunate... ah... fate of your mother and Y/N's parents. And the fact that Grover was unconscious when you two dragged him over the property line. The council might question whether this shows any courage on Grover's part."

"He'll get a second chance, won't he?"

Chiron winced. "I'm afraid that was Grover's second chance, Percy. The council was not anxious to give him another, either, after what happened the first time, five years ago. Olympus knows, I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He's still so small for his age... ."

"How old is he?"

"Oh, twenty-eight."

"What! And he's in sixth grade?"

"Satyrs mature half as fast as humans, Percy. Grover has been the equivalent of a middle school student for the past six years."

"That's horrible."

"Quite," Chiron agreed. "At any rate, Grover is a late bloomer, even by satyr standards, and not yet very accomplished at woodland magic. Alas, he was anxious to pursue his dream. Perhaps now he will find some other career... ."

"That's not fair," I said. "What happened the first time? Was it really so bad?"

Chiron looked away quickly. "Let's move along, shall we?"

But I wasn't quite ready to let the subject drop. Something had occurred to me when Chiron talked about Percy's and I's parents' fate, as if he were intentionally avoiding the word death.

"Chiron," Percy said. "If the gods and Olympus and all that are real..."

"Yes, child?"

"Does that mean the Underworld is real, too?"

Chiron's expression darkened.

"Yes, child." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "There is a place where spirits go after death. But for now... until we know more... I would urge you to put that out of your mind."

"What do you mean, 'until we know more'?"

"Come, Percy. Let's see the woods.". . ..

As we got closer, I realized how huge the forest was. It took up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron said, "The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asked. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own sword and shield?"

"My own—?"

"No," Chiron said. "I don't suppose either of you do. I think a size five will do you both. I'll visit the armory later."

I wanted to ask what kind of summer camp had an armory, but there was too much else to think about, so the tour continued. We saw the archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables (which Chiron didn't seem to like very much), the javelin range, the sing-along amphitheater, and the arena where Chiron said they held sword and spear fights.

"Sword and spear fights?" I asked.

"Cabin challenges and all that," he explained. "Not lethal. Usually. Oh, yes, and there's the mess hall."

Chiron pointed to an outdoor pavilion framed in white Grecian columns on a hill overlooking the sea. There were a dozen stone picnic tables. No roof. No walls.

"What do you do when it rains?" Percy asked.

Chiron looked at me as if I'd gone a little weird. "We still have to eat, don't we?"

Finally, he showed me the cabins. There were twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they were without doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings I'd ever seen.

Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. A girl about nine years old was tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls were carved with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" I guessed.

"Correct," Chiron said.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

Okay. So each cabin had a different god, like a mascot. Twelve cabins for the twelve Olympians. But why would some be empty?

I stopped when Percy stopped.

"Percy?"

He stood in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It wasn't high and mighty like cabin one, but long and low and solid. The outer walls were of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashell and coral, as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor.

I held his hand and we got closer to the cabin. We peeked inside the open doorway and Chiron said, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he could pull us back, I caught a glimpse of the interior walls glowed like abalone. There were six empty bunk beds with silk sheets turned down. But there was no sign anyone had ever slept there. "Come along, you two."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job, as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on me and gave me an evil sneer. She reminded me of Nancy Bobofit, though the camper girl was much bigger and tougher looking, and her hair was long and stringy, and brown instead of red.

I kept walking, trying to stay as close as I could to Percy. "We haven't seen any other centaurs," Percy observed.

"No," said Chiron sadly. "My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I'm afraid. You might encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won't see any here."

"You said your name was Chiron. Are you really..."

He smiled down at me. "The Chiron from the stories? Trainer of Hercules and all that? Yes, Percy, I am."

"But, shouldn't you be dead?"

Chiron paused, as if the question intrigued him. "I honestly don't know about should be. The truth is, I can't be dead. You see, eons ago the gods granted my wish. I could continue the work I loved. I could be a teacher of heroes as long as humanity needed me. I gained much from that wish... and I gave up much. But I'm still here, so I can only assume I'm still needed."

I thought about being a teacher for three thousand years. It wouldn't have made my Top Ten Things to Wish For list.

"Doesn't it ever get boring?"

"No, no," he said. "Horribly depressing, at times, but never boring."

"Why depressing?"

Chiron seemed to turn hard of hearing again.

"Oh, look," he said. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

* * *

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House was reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven.

When we reached her, she looked us critically.

I tried to see what she was reading, but I couldn't make out the title. I thought my dyslexia was acting up. Then I realized the title wasn't even English. The letters looked Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There were pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and Y/N from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told me, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctor's symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it. What did they call it... ? A caduceus.

Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor. It looked like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron didn't go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy, Y/N. I'll see you at dinner."

He galloped away toward the archery range.

I stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren't bowing anymore. They were staring at us. I knew this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompted. "Go on."

So naturally Percy tripped coming in the door and made a total fool of himself, almost taking me with him but I had let go of him as he fell. There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Annabeth announced, "Percy Jackson, Y/N L/N, meet cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody familiar asked.

I didn't know what to say, but Annabeth said, "Undetermined."

Everybody groaned.

"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy and Y/N. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there. Y/N can have the bed over there."

"Luke." I smiled. He replied with a grin and ruffled my hair.

"Uh?"

"This is Luke," Annabeth said, and her voice sounded different somehow. I glanced over and could've sworn she was blushing. She saw me looking, and her expression hardened again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I looked at the tiny section of floor they'd given Percy. He was a few spots away from mine.

I looked around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will we be here?" Percy asked.

"Good question," Luke said. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laughed.

"Come on," Annabeth told us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Come on." She grabbed Percy's wrist and dragged him outside. Percy took my hand to come with him, I could hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind us.

"See you at dinner." Luke waved.

When we were a few feet away, Annabeth said, "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you were the one. Maybe it was Y/N."

"What's your problem?" Percy was getting angry now. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy—"

I gripped his shoulder trying to calm him.

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth told me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

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Visions of Aman

Summary: The death of Aragorn, the final parting of friends, the reunion of Legolas and Gimli and the passing of the Sindar colony of Ithilien into the west. Written from Legolas’ perspective.

A/N: I chose this particular period in time because I wanted to explore more in depth the reasons why Legolas decided to leave Middle Earth as soon as he learns of Aragorn’s death as it is only fleetingly mentioned in the appendices.  This took way too long and I am still far from satisfied with it. I spent two nights trying to decide what the tombs and the burial arrangements would be like (whether the bodies would be set in enclosed tombs or not (and then gave up after going nowhere)). Still, I hope you will enjoy reading it :), I am also very thankful to those readers who were kind enough to leave likes or comments or reblogs on my last fic and to those who didn’t as well, you all make my day, I love reading your comments and reblog tags!

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‘Look!’ he cried. ‘Gulls! They are flying far inland. A wonder they are to me and a trouble to my heart. Never in all my life had I met them, until we came to Pelargir, and there I heard them crying in the air as we rode to the battle of the ships. Then I stood still, forgetting war in Middle-earth; for their wailing voices spoke to me of the Sea. The Sea! Alas! I have not yet beheld it. But deep in the hearts of all my kindred lies the sea-longing, which it is perilous to stir. Alas! for the gulls. No peace shall I have again under beech or under elm.’

‘Say not so!’ said Gimli. ‘There are countless things still to see in Middle-earth, and great works to do. But if all the fair folk take to the Havens, it will be a duller world for those who are doomed to stay.’ 

‘Dull and dreary indeed!’ said Merry: ‘You must not go to the Havens, Legolas. There will always be some folk, big or little, and even a few wise dwarves like Gimli, who need you. At least I hope so. Though I feel somehow that the worst of this war is still to come. How I wish it was all over, and well over!’

~ Chapter 9 Book 5, Lord of the Rings

There were now no folk, big or little that needed him now. The vision had come to him unbidden as he lay dreaming, wide eyed, gazing up into the many stars of Varda and walked among the strange paths in a place between the gaps of the waking world known only to elves.

Painted within his mind, he saw unbeknownst to him the Hallows of Minas Tirith and within its watchful darkness, three figures arranged abreast upon a great slab of marble each in a peaceful slumber, hands folded atop their chests and garbed in pale raiment. Upon the left he discerned the form of Merry and upon the right lay Pippin, their hair white and their faces lined with the wrinkles of laughter lines and between them, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. At his feet lay folded the standard of Elendil, its seven stars set with gems catching the thin light that filtered in through the barred panels of the mausoleum and flickering with a pale faintness like the slow extinguishing of lamps in the pale dawn.

Legolas reached out with his mind, but he could not find the fëa of the three that lay before him and as his fingers reached out to wake them, he felt no warmth, no gentle stirring of the breath. There was no doubt now, the king had passed out of the world, shepherded to the Halls of Mandos and beyond into an afterlife where he would never follow.

He felt the consuming emptiness of sorrow stir within him like the stoking of an icy fire, leaving him cold and shaking again at the loss of not one but three of his dearest friends. As he turned over onto his side, emerging from his rest he dreamt no more of the fair mallorn trees of Lothlórien in golden autumn nor of the last strongholds of Fangorn in eternal spring or the brilliant halls of Thranduil in their glory before they were diminished. A shadow had fallen on his heart and from afar, the white city itself was shrouded in a suffocating grey mist.

And looking to the west towards the White City of Gondor from his bower in Ithilien he began to sing, weaving the tapestry of stories and the great deeds of his friends in a song that leapt, soaring like the great Eagles in its most glorious retellings and fell tinkling into the deep wells of lamentation. The last of his kin who heard his song quietly removed themselves from their dwellings and were themselves so moved and enamoured that they were said to be brought perforce to mourn for them, although they did not know them. To the ears of Men also the lament came, Aragorn’s people who understood not the winding language of the Sindar but upon listening grovelled and wept, for it awakened the truth within them and none were surprised when they received the black news of his passing the following day.

At the last note, Legolas faltered and verily, he knew the time had come for him to heed at last the haunting cry of the gulls and cross the great western sea.

For three years, he gathered his kindred and together they crafted a mighty ship by the shores of Ithilien, crested by a swan’s head set with silver at the bow. The men of Ithilien looked ever on in awe for they had never seen any ship fairer and the make of it, from its rope and canvas – light and iridescent - to the delicately carved oars in the shape of freshly fallen leaves, were of elvish design and its graceful curves and finish were beyond the work of any man.

As the time grew near to its completion, Legolas sought Gimli at the Glittering Caves, and bade him come with him over the sea and into the west for he could not bear for his closest friend and final living reminder of his time on Middle Earth to be left behind. Just as the Caves themselves had been slowly carved by the dwarrow to reveal its hidden beauty, time had tempered Gimli and although the furnace within his eyes still burned with the ferocity of determination, he looked to be in the winter of his days. His hair was more white than brown and was no longer as spry as he had been in his youthful days sprinting across the fields of Rohan. It was not so difficult to glean a smile from him now for though he had once been grim, the days of the War had been left behind and his people flourished in the new colony under his guidance. All was well and the world seemed all the brighter with Legolas by his side. That night a great feast was set and Legolas was given a place beside Gimli at the high table and much honoured by his hosts.

He laughed and joked that Legolas had found himself more drawn to the underground than any elf there had been before him, his merriment bounding off the stars of the Earth embedded in the vaulted ceiling glimmering and iridescent. Looking high above his head to admire the work of Gimli he was reminded of the seven stars of Elendil, flickering at the feet of Aragorn and he shivered, his quip evaporating on his tongue. The cavern seemed all at once too large and despite the blazing torches, he felt cold and small.

“Gimli, my course is set for the shores of Aman. I walked in my dreams with the music of the waters cradling me, I felt the gentle rocking of a ship beneath my feet and a chorus of voices in the sea winds calling me. Will you sail with me? For there is more that I wish for you and I to see together, fairer than all the gems and treasures of the earth and deeper than the wisdom and thriving loveliness of any wood, so it is told. In such waking sleep the Lady of the Galadhrim came to me and she obtained grace for you to be received in the Blessed Realm even before I knew my own thought.”

Gimli was silent. His dark eyes hardened and he thought long for it was a hard choice to make. He loved the plunging valleys and cutting peaks of Aulë and in his dreams he gazed into the calm waters of the Mirrormere and wandered far underground discovering new places and minerals beyond comprehension, each more delightful than the last as he delved deeper into the very bones of the earth. No greed hid within his heart for he wished only to see the beautiful and learn from the fair. Yet he knew he was ever waning and growing closer to death as the timeless years marched on and if he did not go now, then he would be withdrawn without a choice to Aman by Aulë himself. Either way, his time was drawing thin and he wanted more than ever his friend by his side to ease his passing.

And he agreed, if only to gaze upon the exquisiteness of Galadriel again, to see Valinor in all its glory and to find anew things that lay beyond his wildest imaginings in that far island. His mind was set. Legolas was himself content and relieved for the dwarrow were a stubborn people and he knew that Gimli beheld things in a much different light than he did.

Together, they crossed the rolling plains to Ithilien borne by swift feet of horses to see the grand ship finished and sea ready. And together again, they would sail down the River Anduin on the pale dawn on the third year of the passing of Aragorn, leaving behind them the land of their forefathers, Middle Earth that they were born and raised in. 

It is said by the men who watched on that day that not one of the travellers heading toward the distant shores of Aman ever looked back, only onwards to where their final journey would take them...

And some who looked closely would have seen that among the host of elves on the ship stood an elderly dwarf beside his friend at the bow.