A shield fit for the High King– most efficacious, you’ll find, against dragon fire and treachery. Held aloft, your device will make you canny of any threat before it happens, and the courage to do what must be done to prevent it.
Do not be alarmed therefore, o King, if you find yourself aware of many plots and schemes against you; there are always those who would take advantage of your kindness, who wait to make a bid for your crown. Yea, even under your own roof.
In you I see one who desires most of all to have the eyes of the world upon her; you want for much, little one. Your temper is swift and mercurial, your love is vast and devouring. You want for all to bow to you in awe and terror.
Wear this at your throat, little cousin. They will love you, and fear you, and you will never be alone again, nor forgotten– though perhaps in time you may wish to be.
Ah, you.
For milady I offer this tear-catcher. For every drop contained, a sorrow shall be lifted from your heart, and forgotten. You have too much to remember, too many desires and old griefs burning hot within you– leave them to history and dust, and let each new pain wash away like blood in the rain. There is joy to be had in forgetting; unburden yourself, till you are as happy and careless as a newborn.
A mask and crown both, for one who wishes to betray no sign of weakness or turmoil, to hide all trace of themselves behind armor that feels not, nor gives anything away. With this you may hide even from yourself, and find solace in the perfect, frozen calm of uncaring.
You’ll find the metal quite supple once you put it on. It will be as if you never lost the original; you may even feel through it as though it were flesh.
It will do anything you bid it, and perhaps, more.
You. I know you to be tireless hunter, fearless in the face of death. Your gruesome claws have found themselves in the hearts of foe AND friend… do you not wish to be free of regret? Is not your utmost desire to escape your past?
Wear these around your wrist, close to your heart’s blood, and they will free you from guilt, from pain, from conscience. All the world is your enemy; fear no consequence of your vengeance.
A fine little smith you are, but you might be better! In this I have stored the secrets of many crafts, and all you must do is unpuzzle them. It has chambers within chambers… one might spend eternity fishing them out.
Ah, my queen, for you a wondrous device; I bring you this gift from the gardens of Lorien itself, for I know the waking world pleases you not. Rest, dear jewel, and let the cares of this harsh world pass from you in the realm of dreams.
Let mist drown your sorrow, lift you from the troubled present. Sleep is the better half of life; more delicious than any food or drink. Let it take you.
A locket, sable-stoned, for your heart’s desire. Take a lock of hair and a drop of blood from your lady love and place them within; she’ll think of no one else till her soul is dry and sick with longing that only you can ease. Moon-touched and mad your love will be, but yours.
Ah yes.
Your “less wise” self is ever so grateful and honored his little brother has come to use him as a parable for study.
Oh, we are simply overcome with joy.
Here, please accept this humble gift from your lesser, most unfortunate self. I hope it provides you and your wisdom with something you lack.
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