A final farewell to the Halls of Moradin
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Eilonna walks into the halls, a soft robe failing to hide her pregnant stomach as she nods solemnly to the dwarves, some politely nodding back, others scowling at her. She makes her way to Moradins prayer hall opening the door with a soft click. As she walks through she nods respectfully to the priest and steps to the alter laying but one hand upon it as she begins to speak in a low yet clear tone, no attempt to hide her words is made and for as low as she speaks, it carries through the room like a story.
Once upon a time, a starry eyed child layed her hand upon this alter, full of hope and laughter, a dreamer and a believer. As she grew though she tried her hardest to continue believing she fit in among the dwarves, and their hopes and dreams, trying to forget how alone she really was among the people. She offered up prayers and ale, even the ears and remains of enemies to her lord in prayer and seeking his acceptance, though her time grew short as she continued to grow.
Finally a young woman she stepped out in the world only to find she was more lost then even among her own kind. All the more did she truly begin to doubt herself and her place among those she had called her own kin. Time continued to pass and she began making friends and slowly becoming more and more distant to the kin, fighting with them, saying words that eventually hurt them too far. Yet in her heart, she knew there truly was no going back on them.
She had insulted their priest and that was nearly unforgivable, she apologized and even tried to make good with the dwarves, but as time passed she realized there was no undoing her mistake and she continued to drift from what she had known. She joined the Militia and the Legion in hopes of trying to better herself, but she was still lonely, she had fallen in love but was unsure of herself, and her place in the world, her prayers still to Moradin but growing more and more distant.
The day she feared finally came one day, the day she would have to face her past, and the truth of who she was, she had to discover that she would never be a dwarf nor would she ever belong among them. That was the day the child in her died, no longer could she pretend that she belonged among the dwarves, no longer could she pray to Moradin, no longer could she dream of fitting in properly among them.
How can she feel facing the future when she herself does not know where it will lead? Does she grieve for the loss of her youth and childhood and the dreams lost with it? The problem stands that there is no answer, no response to even guide her shattered heart. The child in her died in the Old Elven Camp that day, only the woman came back, and within her the legacy of the Elven Camp will continue through her child. I do not seek consolement, only to remember the child that was lost to us that day. Never again will she touch Moradins alter, never again will she utter his name in reverence as she smiles to him in prayer.
May Moradin comfort that child and keep her close to his heart. For the womans heart is not his no more, but that of the ranger, that of Mielikki, and she will never again return to these sacred halls. Moradin be blessed, and bless the child.
Eilonna takes her hand from the alter bowing softly and pads out of the temple making not a sounds as she leaves, no longer does she make eye contact with the dwarves as she had once before but stoically keeps her eyes ahead of her as she heads for the door for the last time.
