19-06-2006, 13:35
Anti-spam maudit. Je reçois les vôtres, en tout cas... J'ai essayé ton adresse de secours, et envoyé plusieurs messages, dont un là maintenant tout de suite. Pourquoi ça marche paaaaas :( :( :(
Et puis c'est bien parce que c'est toi, j'ai réussi à retrouver des bouts sur les notes que j'avais prises et oublié au boulot :
[...] and there in his house upon the walls Idril arrays herself in mail, and seeks Earendel. And that child was in tears for the strange lights of red that played about the walls of the chamber where he slept; and tales that his nurse Meleth had woven him concerning fiery Melko at time of his waywardness came to him and troubled him. But his mother coming set about him a tiny coat of mail that she had let fashion in secret, and at that time he was glad and exceeding proud, and he shouted for pleasure. Yet Idril wept [...]"
Et plus loin :
Now then Meglin had Idril by the hair and sought to drag her to the battlements out of cruelty of heart, that she might see the fall of Earendel to the flames; but he was cumbered by that child, and she fought, alone as she was, like a tigress for all her beauty and slenderness.
Ne jamais se mettre entre une mère et son petit... :D
S.