Loki the Elfling (In Middle Earth)

i cheated death again. he wants a divorce.

Sometimes, very rarely, there exist people who can feel the song of the universe, the song that began when Eru began. It is a song that stretches through all of space and time, a song that can be felt through the multiverse itself, and the worlds beyond it.

It is why sometimes, for no explicable reason, you grow sad, or even happy, and you cannot decipher a logical reason why.

To those who are not sensitive to such things, the song must be very powerful for them to feel it.

Right now, even to the un-sensitive, they can feel a thrum of pain, of sorrow. Like a scream that has been building up for centuries finally being released. It is loud, and heart-wrenching.

It takes even those who are sensitive to the song a while to place it.

Ah, they realize, it is the sound of death.

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Loki's breath catches inside his throat. Panic rushes through him. He falls to his knees, hacking and coughing. He inhales sharply, trying and failing to gather his wits about him. His panicked mind thinks quickly, his thoughts run together.

Thornohelpmepleasepleasethorcan'tbreatheican't-

He claws at his throat. Dimly, he can hear the clanking of silverware, dimly he hears laughter and glasses clinking together. Subconsciously, he knows he is not... where he... he is no longer... it is hard for him to recall, his mind seems to be blocking it out.

He shakes his head to rid himself of the thought, wondering in a quiet haze amidst his loud, panicked, more prominent train of thought, why he can't hear Thor screaming anymore.

That thought draws him back to his mission and he shoves his dagger forward blindly.

nothimneverhimhemusthewillstaysafepleasehesallihavehe's...

His dagger meets air.

He pauses.

He opens his eyes.

In front of him sits a large, long wooden table. A feast is laid out upon it. Merry warriors sit and laugh together. No one seems to have noticed him.

Golden sunlight streams though high glass ceilings. It creates patterns on the floor and the table. Gold swirls through the glass in a beautiful design that when the sun shines around them, it makes it look like the sunbeams are dancing.

In the far corner of the hall, a small group dressed in comfortable robes sit and play various instruments. They play a moderate, soothing song. Despite the chaos of the hall, it fits right in. It gives the room a comforting feeling.

Against a wall painted with bright colors, several children giggle and whisper among themselves. They hold a variety of things, from a small blanket, to a longsword, to several paintbrushes. Ah... Loki almost laughs in surprise and understanding when he puts it together. They are painting over the gold on the wall and replacing it with colorful, bright designs. Whoever is in charge of cleaning must despise them. A small smile graces Loki's lips. He thinks the paint on the wall is quite the improvement to the bland gold that covered everything before.

The sound of a plate shattering and the laughter and teasing that follows a moment later breaks Loki out of his stupor.

He shakes his head and looks around the bright hall, perplexed. How did I... he trails off and frowns. He stares at his reflection on the marble floor, trying -- and this time succeeding -- in recalling the last thing that happened to him.