She listened to his words closer, her own gaze staring into the fire as she finished the massage then slowly lowered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder in a loose type of hug. She continued to look forward thou as she spoke*

A burden, yet it controls and consumes you Cirdan. The question now is ..are you strong enough, to over come it? Who will be the ruler? Man or steel?

*She straightened but not before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek*

Get some rest my friend. We shall speak more later. You need it.

He nodded allowing the question to absorb into his mind blade or Man he let off a soft sigh as he closed his eyes. Swirls of dark clouds came upon his mind as he shut his eyes. Cities burning in eternal flames everyone running and screaming he saw this dream in first person he felt the power with in him as he slept well in Elven standards he more less meditated. People feared him as he walked down the street the dream felt so real and then a figure appeared before him. The dream stops then as he awakens alone within the Castles rooms getting up he gazed at the fire place which burned low. The dream felt so real and it felt as if time it self has stopped he still heard the screams the agony.

His eyes narrowed to the mantle piece and soon startled he moved back some as he saw Stormbringer resting comfortably upon the mantle. How did it get here..He wondered as he moved off from the couch feeling his fingers upon the blade and handle it soaring with energy. He slide his fingers through the handle of the blade somehow it came to him he did not bade it to he left it in the Northern Tower in Tallendon how was it it came upon this place... Cirdan felt silent now he was alone with Stormbringer and if someone came in and saw him with the blade he surely be removed quickly from the room he gripped it and sheathed it in his sheath as he wrapped it around his cloak covering the blade though the power was animating it self off of him where anyone can possibly sense it's presence the sword was indeed hungry..

*She had went back to her own room and took a small nap herself. Waking, she had a scented bath perpared and sinked into the water, sitting there to think over what she had been told. Really she could not blame Cirdan for wanting revenge. To want back what was rightfully his. Yet at the same time, did he want it back? The demands and the responsibility. When one was granted freedom and got the taste of it, they soon remembered what it was like. Freedom. Anything she would give for some time to just.. be like any other in the Kingdom. To be treated as a simple equal. She sighed then sinked under the water for a few moments, raising and slinging her hair back over her shoulders as she stepped out of the water and slide a robe around her shoulders before laying on her stomach on her bed to let her wings dry. She felt the shift of the Castle and knew they were starting on their way around to their allied Kingdoms. *

M'lady. Your daughter has returned.

Very well, have her come to me once she is rested.

Yes.. she told me to inform you something dark has entered the castle recently.

Ah, I see. Thank you Es'me. Leave me.

M'lady.

*Atara straightened. Something dark? She had not felt anything different about the Castle but Marcia was never wrong about these things. She would frown lig htly, standing and dressing properly, heading towards the kitchen and having the cook perpare a few things then wheeled the cart to Cirdan's room, concerned. She'd knock then straightened*

Cirdan, are you awake? I've been you some things to eat.

Cirdan looked upon the sword but suddenly snapped out of his hypnotism as a knock came he quickly reached for the sword wrapped it around his cloak and hid it underneath the couch, and came up towards the door and opened it '' Hey Atara '' He looked at the food and smiled softly and then looked into her eyes. '' Please come in...'' he opened it slowly and turned around to allow her to come in '' I can help you with that if you like '' His voice kinda calm and yet shaky at the same time nervous about the mere fact the blade has shown up in the room, and her discovering the sword. He let out a soft sigh and looked at her and offered a soft smile.

*She smiled as he opened the door, wheeling the cart in then straightening. She would pause just after entering the room so that he could take the cart if he decided to. He wasnt sick or hurt or anything after all. She looked him over, noticing the nervousness in his voice and took a small glance around before stepping forward, looking into his eyes*

Is something wrong Cirdan? You might as well tell me, I can sense something is troubling you.

*She didn't want to be pushy or forceful for that matter, yet she would not have him at unease while here if she could help it. If she could help him, she was going to do her best*