Xan
The Obsolete Dreamer
Rukia said:
Thranduil
Thranduil smiled as he watched Mnemosyne tasting his creations. He thought he would never get tired of that image.
A soft voice popped through his mind and Thranduil chuckled,pushing himself up.
"My house plants are complaining that I didn't water them today. They don't really need the water since they are immortal,but they just like the feeling of it."
He turned around to walk to one of his plants that was standing in the corner of the room,but stopped suddenly.
An immense pain rose in Thranduil's chest and he gasped,having to lean against the wall by his side.
'Nonono not now...'
He had managed to keep this secret from the other Gods so far,but this time Mnemosyne was standing right in the room. It only happened once in every century. The pain of humanity destroying nature was converted to a single point in time. He usually held the damage inside himself so it wouldn't harm the humans.
It usually wasn't this strong,but this time it spread all over his body. Thranduil found himself falling forward,dropping the jar in the ground as he blacked out against the floor.
Mnemosyne
The woman smiled to herself, amused by the thought of plants under Thranduil's care ever complaining. No doubt they had it better than any other plants in the world.
"Immortal plants, huh?" She chuckled, the idea sounding humorous, having plants that outlived humans.
Mnemosyne had remained seated, picking through the fruit bowl as she curiously sampled the most interesting ones with acute fascination, only turning around when she heard Thranduil gasp, a question on the lips.
But when she saw him, he was on the floor, and Mnemosyne stood up in alarm, jumping when the jar smashed against the ground.
"Thranduil?!" She cried in alarm, rushing forward to kneel beside him, gently shaking the man's shoulder. Mnemosyne was panicked, having seen nothing like this before, and she lifted the other's torso into her lap, just so he wouldn't be so uncomfortable, laying on the floor like that. To her complete shock, the other was out cold, but didn't appear to be dead and she sat there, distressed as to how she could help him.