[Legolas]

Ydalon

A strong aroma greeted him, wisps of smoke trailing out through the gaps in a sturdy wooden door. It opened without a creak on hinges yet to tarnish, unveiling the sanctuary within.
Dreams of mischief and plunder did not linger in the boy's mind once his eyes surveyed the room. They were now drawn to the figure before him, a golden-locked priestess sat in meditation. Silently he approached for a glance into the rippling waters of her bowl.

Feelings the one to betray him, she opened dilated eyes to greet his presence. In seeking the words, she spoke first.

"Salvation is adrift on a river streaming through the lands. Upstream before down and through dried up beds, oft times a snail, then a lion."

Ydalon stared down for a time, before at last matching her unseeing gaze.

"He will come on the third great tide, a crown of flame set upon his brow. Skies bleed the mark, and let nothing be unchanged."

She did not seem impressed, or hid it well beneath the mask.

"Let him not stand alone to stumble. One by one, the fallen will rise from the ground. Force innumerable and endless creation."
"Shall the fallen sink in the rot of their own making," he countered, "each cursed by immobility on their guided march to the hungering chasm."
"See the boy and girl. The watcher falls on the battlefield of her making, unmissed by the gullible pack."
"Judgement comes to the false. Vision clouds and the old blind will be made to feel again."
"Returns the bride perched high on the saddle of Envy, two whose clash spells ruin for all."
"Ruin the path that walks them home, ruin their hope of salvation."

"Choose unity, or failure."

They always had to get the last word in, didn't they?
The boy blinked, then turned to walk away. Behind him, she slumped, exhausted.

Incense sped out through the open door. He was in need of a bedroom.