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(bumpeth?)
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Post subject: Posted: May 16th, 2010, 1:11 pm |
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(Sorry I’ve taken so long to reply, guys! O_o
Here's my post  )
Luthien turned her head to look at Beör, her attention drawn away from Arawen, who took that chance to brush at her still slightly damp cheeks. A slight frown furrowed Luthien’s brow, as if she was thinking something over, considering something. Ever so slightly, she shook her head. “No,” she replied, quietly. “I think we should hear what she has to say.”
Arawen had said more than once that she had come to help them. What did that mean? What was she offering? There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask her. Luthien felt that they couldn’t just walk away from such an opportunity, whatever exactly it was. Reassuringly, she gave Beör a small smile, her frown melting away. She could see how tired he looked, as if his fight with Arawen had drained all of his energy away. Ultimately, she understood his anger. Of course she understood it. But at the same time, Arawen’s display of emotion, real tears, had made her curious. “It’s alright,” she whispered, so quietly that Arawen could not hear. “Be at peace.”
Then she raised her head and looked the dark-haired young woman in the eye. Arawen did not flinch from her gaze. Luthien scrutinized her, trying to see past the cold veneer that the Mouth of Sauron’s servant always kept up. Arawen was young, only in her early twenties; she was quite tall with a slender build, and her dark hair was swept back with intricate plaits. The structure of her features was undeniably beautiful; there was something almost vulnerable about her pale complexion and blue eyes, but they were hardened and cold from a difficult life and dark tasks. It was strange to think that in an alternative reality, Luthien and Arawen might even have been friends. After all, they had both lived in Minas Tirith; who was to say that they might not have met if neither of them had ended up in Mordor? Luthien wanted to get a glimpse of who Arawen might once have been, who she might still be. But the icy, glacial mask was there, and it seemed that it would be difficult to tear down.
“You want to help us,” Luthien said, finally. “Tell us how.”
Arawen shook her head. “No. Not here; anyone could come across us,” she said. Her tone was low-pitched. She had heard Beör’s words, but she did not regard them or seek to reply to them. She knew that there was probably no way of making him see her side of things. The man was embittered from a prisoner’s life, and he could not attempt to see her life clearly, as it really was. She paused, looking at Luthien. She had caught the girl scrutinizing her. Why should see wish to see beyond Arawen’s mask? In all sense Luthien should hate her. But perhaps the girl’s wish for freedom was greater than her bitterness; after all, she had not been in Mordor so very long.
“If you wish to hear what I have to say, then you must come with me,” she continued. “I can ensure you that you both will be safe. But if you hang around here in the corridors, the only thing I can ensure is that some orc will come across you, and you will surely die. Their boredom is great, and their need for blood greater.”
Luthien nodded, weighing this over. “Agreed.” It was the only thing she could say. She had to take a great leap of faith here; there was nothing else to be done. She turned to look at Beör. “Beör?” she lowered her voice again. “I understand if you do not wish to go. But I believe that it’s our only option.” She looked straight at him, her expression open, honest and tinged with hope. He knew her wish to escape, and she did not believe that Arawen was trying to trick them.
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The Mouth could sense Calanon’s confidence, and something about it amused him. Such blind confidence, such surety of his own ability. He really thought to take on the second in command of Mordor? The Mouth’s smile stretched in a horrible grin as he stepped forward.
“You’re right to step back, Morwen,” he said. “Very wise, to finally learn obedience. I will keep my promise; you’ll find I don’t break my promises, you see. One step out of line, and your fellow prisoners die. No hesitation. But your friend…”
He walked towards Calanon, his footsteps ringing on the prison cell block floor like threats. “A worm, did you call me? Now, that’s not very polite.” He reached out and easily took the blade from the elf’s grip; he weighed it with one hand, as if testing the weapon’s strength, and then, with a horrifying display of force, bent the iron blade, rendering it useless. He threw the twisted weapon into a corner.
“I wonder how you plan to stand against me,” he said. “One elf, against me, whilst I have an entire army at my disposal. And more besides. For beyond this tower there are monstrosities that go beyond imagination. Now. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”
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Beör ran with his hand through his long blond hair, standing restless beside Luthien. She had asked him to be at peace, but how could he be at peace as a war was raging in his head? The hatred and wish for revenge that he bore for fourteen years told him not to trust Arawen, not to do anything to cooperate with her or fall in her traps. Yet his worry and a new sort of affection, which he felt for Luthien obliged him not to leave the girl.
He watched her as she asked him to come. Her features showed hope. Not only hope to escape from this dreaded place but give Arawen the chance of becoming a better person.
Beör sighed and finally said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't know.."
He threw Arawen a dark look and lay his hand on Luthien's shoulder. Whatever Luthien thought or hoped, it was evident that Beör still didn't trusted Arawen.
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2010, 1:40 am |
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Maethoriel was nearly non-existent as she passed through the hallways of Mordor. Her cloak swished, but her normally dramatic foot falls were muffled and she herself seemed to be an object easily looked over - perhaps a useful trick she had learned long ago and was just putting into use. The dark halls held little fear for her and she even passed by Arawen and her band of prisoners, where she made herself momentarily noticeable with a knowing grin before her form disappeared from sight once more leaving the impression that she hadn't been there at all.
The scuffle down in the cells were the perfect distraction. She had mentioned a map, but what would have been more accurate was the map. A complete overview of everything in Mordor and all of the notes that went with it. There were only three copies she knew definitely existed and with the paper in her pocket she would make it four. The Mouth would be the easiest to steal it from for his prowess with magic was less than that of the former King of Angmar or Sauron. He surrounded himself with so much magic to put fear into his victims so that he could see their mind that he would never notice the drop of magic Maethoriel would perform to copy the map.
She slipped into his office and went straight to the drawer of the richly carved desk. It was open, of course; the Mouth was far too certain that no sane man would steal from him.
"Not a man," she muttered dryly. "Certainly not sane."
The woman smiled and sat back in the chair making quick work of the task. She spread out the large map and then laid over her own paper. Again she dug through her pocket and removed a bottle of red ink, the whole of which she poured onto the paper. The woman tapped the side of the paper and watched the ink melt away into a perfect copy of the map below. It took only a few moments before she had rolled both up and put them into their proper spaces.
She exited the room and decided to leave a hallmark in case the Mouth should get wise to her entrance. The woman supposedly had little control of her magic, so a bit in his room - if he noticed at all - would be explained by a flashy exit. Simply explained. She looked in for him, didn't see him and left.
Her cloak swished and she was standing outside, it was enough magic to have suggested that she entered and exited the same way as she was accustomed. Outside she surveyed the land around, burned and black as it was she couldn't help but smile. A small moth flitted by her face and she spoke to it like it was an old friend.
"I have done remarkably stupid things of late. Tell him to expect me soon," she explained in a stately manner with a nod. The moth seemed to understand and flew away immediately. Maethoriel's keen glance followed it until it was not but a speck in her view, and then, she too vanished.
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2010, 10:32 am |
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Arawen observed Beör for a moment, her expression impossible to decipher. It was very clear that he did not trust her, but it seemed that he had agreed, in his own manner, to follow her, if only to make sure that no harm came to Luthien. It was obvious that he felt something for the girl, and as he lay his hand on her shoulder Luthien looked up at him with a grateful smile.
Remembering how Luthien had yelled at her and spat in her face back in the cells a day or so ago, Arawen could only marvel at how extraordinary it was that the girl wanted to trust her. Her need for freedom was obviously great. Her thoughts only rested for a little while on this, for as she stood there she felt a rush of air pass her, as if someone walked past; when Arawen turned her head, with her usual impassive expression, she saw only a flash of Maethoriel’s shrewd smile, and then it was gone. The woman was obviously indulging in her usual magic tricks. Arawen guessed that she had gone to find the map that she had mentioned; Arawen knew that the Mouth had one in his keeping. Looking back at the prisoners, she wondered if they too had caught the glimpse of the half elven woman; even if they had, it wasn’t worth mentioning.
“You are both agreed, then,” Arawen said, eventually, going to the only point of importance to the prisoners. “Follow me.” With those words she turned and set off down the corridor at her usual fast pace. Luthien stared after her for a moment, and then dashed after her, her footfalls surprisingly light. She tried to keep pace with the woman, amazed how anybody could walk so fast.
Arawen remained silent as they walked, and Luthien looked over her shoulder to make sure that Beör was following. Their path took them all the way down the corridor, and then down another longer one, until they reached a flight of steps leading upwards. There was no rail to hold onto, and the steps were very steep. Arawen, obviously familiar with them, did not seem to trouble herself about it.
Luthien went up the steps slowly, slightly concerned about where her steps fell, going very carefully. Once they reached the top there was another corridor to walk through. This one was utterly empty and silent, slightly narrow with a curved ceiling. At the end of the corridor was a door; Arawen reached into the pocket of her cloak and removed a key, fitting it in the lock. She opened the door and walked in, leaving the others to follow.
Luthien paused on the threshold. What she had expected to see, she was not sure. Some grand imitation of the Mouth’s own austere chambers? But what lay beyond was very different. It was a large room, slightly dim, but lit with flickering candles here and there. In one corner, by the windows, which were obscured by white curtains, was a daybed, an unusually pretty piece of furniture covered with a dark green coverlet. There was a mantelpiece, typically grand and carved, upon which sat a line of books. In another corner there was a wardrobe, the doors of which lay open, revealing the sight of a neat line of ancient, tattered gowns and one cloak. In the center of the room sat a desk, ornately carved like the mantelpiece, but without the ominous look of the Mouth’s desk, which was chiefly used for overseeing interrogation.
The desk was covered with neatly stacked piles of paper, a quill and a pot of ink. Pushed in behind it sat a chair with a padded backrest. As Luthien cautiously stepped inside, she was aware of the vague scent of rosewater. She watched Arawen open a door to a side room and bring out two seats, placing them neatly at the desk. She gestured to them for Beör and Luthien to seat themselves.
“You might as well be comfortable whilst we speak,” she said. Her gaze turned to Luthien; a slight frown creased Luthien’s forehead. There was something about this room that made her uncomfortable. It seemed for too human, far too real. Perhaps if it had been typical replica of Mordor’s dark, gothic ominous style then she might feel more at ease. She didn’t know why it troubled her; after all, this was just the type of thing she’d been hoping for. She’d been hoping for a sign of Arawen’s humanity, but now she was faced for it, it seemed almost stifling.
As if sensing Luthien’s unrest, Arawen stepped forward a little. “Please sit,” she said. She went past the two prisoners to close the door behind them. She was all too aware that her lodgings had come as a bit of a surprise. They were a strange fit in Mordor, filled with bits and pieces that the Mouth had gifted to her; it had amused his warped sense of humour to fill her chambers with things from her homeland.
She walked over to a small side table, on which sat a slightly stumpy, thick candle on a silver dish. She lit it and said one word quietly. “Maethoriel.” She had had the candle for some time now. Although she had refused all the Mouth’s offers to teach her magic, she had purloined a somewhat useful item a year or so back. It worked in a slightly similar way to the lantern Maethoriel kept outside her room; when lit, you had to speak the name of a person you wanted summoned to your presence, and the light of the candle would tug at their consciousness, making them aware that their presence was required. It came in handy, and it was clear by the squatness of the candle that Arawen used it often. It was more of a trick than real magic; anyone could use it.
She turned towards the prisoners, pulling her chair out from her desk. She seated herself, and although she could have leaned against the soft padding of the chair, she did not, and sat upright, not allowing herself one small comfort. “Now, I won’t delay this any longer,” she said. “I will make it plain enough. I am going to help you and all the rest of the prisoners to escape. But if it is to be done it needs to be done carefully; at this very moment there is a disturbance down in the cells, and whatever punishment the Mouth deals out to the leaders of the scuffle will make it clear to you that the utmost care and subtlety is needed.” Her voice had somehow lost it’s cold edge as she spoke. “The Mouth may be blind but he will be aware of an obvious escape attempt.”
She paused. Luthien’s expression was lit up with sudden dawning hope. She hovered beside the desk, having not sat down. “Are you serious?” she managed, her voice slightly hoarse.
“Deadly,” Arawen said.
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2010, 10:02 pm |
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(*blink* apologizes for being away so long. life has been painstakingly slow, so my brain is on autopilot half the time.)
Morwen looked down, hating herself for caring again. She didn't respond, but still had the feeling he was going to mess with her mind again after finishing with Calanon.
Calanon smiled, "Nor is it polite to lock people in cells... or to control someone using the lives of others" He was fairly unconcerned as he watched the more or less obvious display of strength. "All the power and armies is useless against a target they cannot catch nor find." Calanon shrugged, "and it is obvious if I don't want to be in a cell you can't keep me in one."
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Post subject: Posted: May 21st, 2010, 8:04 pm |
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Beör followed the two women, still on his guard. He had no expectations whatsoever of what was about to happen. The first thing what came to his mind, when Arawen had declared that she wanted to help them, was that it was a trick. An evil trick, from the mind of her cunning master..
Now he just wanted to be left alone. After all what had happened that day he felt exhausted; empty, like his spirit was drained. A ghost. He wanted to reflect on all that had happened but somehow it seemed that he was taken by a fast flow of events, he was unable to stop.
Upon entering Arawen's lodging, Beör looked around in amazement. He'd never been in any private room, perhaps except for the Mouth's, but he'd not expected this. Every ornament of piece of furnishing in the room was of Elven or men's making. Confronted by the recognition of so many artefacts, Beör's anger was rekindled. How could so many objects from the free regions of Middle Earth now belong to Arawen, whom above all had betrayed her own people?
He ignored her polite offer to sit down and remained where he was, following Arwen with his gaze. He frowned slightly as she lightened a candle but he felt even more confused when she muttered a name, a name of a person, whom he detested almost as much as Arwen.
"Maethoriel?" the Ranger spat. "What does she have to do with this?" He glanced shortly at Luthien, yet she didn't seem to have noticed it, and she looked rather interested at her fellow Gondorian, who'd now seated herself behind her desk.
I will make it plain enough. I am going to help you and all the rest of the prisoners to escape.
At first the words hardly seem to reach his mind. But then slowly he started to realise what those words meant. Escape.. to a life outside these bars. Was that even possible? Where would he go..? What would he do? Beör could hardly imagine it. And somehow when he tried to, an odd feeling welled up in his stomach. Uncertainty, perhaps even fear..
Quickly he chased away these thoughts. Those were not his worries now. A noticed that a hopeful smile had appeared on Luthien's face and he realised that she would trust Arawen, no matter what happened. Her freedom seemed to precious to her, that she had to believe that Arawen was capable of doing good. But the Ranger was not convinced. "So," he started, with scepticism in his voice. "Just to make your story any more plausible; but why are you coming up with this idea now.. after many, many years?"
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Post subject: Posted: June 2nd, 2010, 12:07 pm |
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[ Bumpish? ]
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Post subject: Posted: June 4th, 2010, 12:08 am |
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Maethoriel lounged about in her room, leaning back in her chair, filling the air with more smoke than any one person should be able to live in. Suddenly she felt a small tug at her consciousness.
It was a familiar feeling, not unlike the call that her lamp put out, but it was duller. Whatever called her was not as well made as the lamp and obviously had no blood tie. A generic summoning, she guessed it to be Arawen and when she walked down the hall (transporting so many times in one day would wear her thin) she found her assumption to be correct as she found herself face to face with Arawen’s door.
The older woman entered without knocking – which she felt was not necessary considering she was the one summoned. The door swung inward and she stepped inside with a tell-tale smile on her face. Arawen’s chambers were not surprising; she herself had made her rooms according to how she felt comfortable.
“Many greetings,” she said while grabbing a chair and pulling towards the nearest wall where she promptly sat and leaned back in her usual resting position. She looked towards Arawen with a knowing glance.
“And you had said you needed more time.” It was amused, but not scoffing.
“Well,” she began and she leaned forward so that all four legs of the chair rested stably on the floor while her elbows were set on her knees. “I hope you have explained everything in full and have thought of a procedure of getting them back in the cells without your master realizing what has occurred. He may be occupied, but not so much so that he will not notice prisoner’s being escorted out the cells by one of his servants.”
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Post subject: Posted: June 10th, 2010, 5:17 am |
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[ It's up to Goldy now  ] _________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
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Post subject: Posted: June 10th, 2010, 10:07 am |
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(I’m sorry I’ve been such ages in getting another reply up, guys! Let’s try and get it kick-started again.
The Mouth is as nasty as ever in this post – it’s tough work playing someone who’s so continually evil  I think he might end up sending Calanon and Morwen to Arawen, thinking she’ll punish them, or something; when in reality she’d just bring them in on the escape plan too!
Also I’m considering bringing in a new character to the RP – although it would make my posts even longer )
Arawen looked up upon hearing Beör’s question. He had a fair point; why had it taken her this long to reach such a decision? It seemed that he was unwilling to even begin to trust her, and she supposed that she could not blame him. If their roles had been reversed, she too would have been skeptical. Arawen looked the ranger in the eye from across her desk, and decided to give him the honest answer.
“Because now I am in a position to enact such a plan,” she replied, steadily. “Now what small power I have can be exerted. I was once little more than a slave, with iron shackles put around my feet at night so that I would not try to flee. How could such a one succeed in any attempt to free fellow prisoners?” She paused, leaning her elbows on her desk and arching her hands. “The past will have to be put to one side, ranger. What matters is that in my current position, I am able to help.”
She remembered the feel of cold iron against her ankles, and she concealed a shudder. It had been part of the Mouth’s plan to finally get her to obey him in all things. At eighteen years old, she had been uncooperative and headstrong, and had refused to serve him. The day the shackles had been removed had been the first step in her transformation into an obedient servant.
Arawen looked up as she heard the door to her chambers swing open. Maethoriel. She gave a small nod as the woman seated herself, and gave a vague half-smile at her comment. “More time is needed,” she said. “But I called you here in the hope that this plan of ours will seem more plausible explained by two voices.”
In other words: the prisoners had no reason to believe Arawen on just her say. Maethoriel’s presence would ensure that they did not simply think all of this a great lie on Arawen’s part. It was not a scheme or pretence.
At Maethoriel’s next words, Arawen shrugged her slender, pale shoulders. “The entirety of the plan has not yet been explained, but I’ve outlined the facts. As to returning Beör and Luthien to their cells, it is hardly a problem – the Mouth himself released them from the cell block. I believe he wishes them to enter his servitude. It will not displease him that I have taken them under my wing, so to speak.”
Smoothly, she rose up from her chair. Her expression was blank, so that her face resembled a beautiful mask. Idly, she rearranged a stack of papers on her desk and looked up. “I assume that you found a way of replicating the map that you needed,” she said to Maethoriel.
Still hovering beside Arawen’s desk, Luthien was beginning to feel as if she and Beör had been pushed somewhat onto the sidelines. She glanced between the two women, as if to try and measure who had the greater power in this situation. Edging slightly closer towards the desk, Luthien cleared her throat.
“Perhaps now would be the best time to explain exactly how you intend to free us?” she said. “Since the matter concerns both Beör and I quite closely.” Her tone was steady; she was managing to conceal quite well her growing excitement and curiosity.
Arawen turned her head to look at Luthien, who met her gaze and held it. The two young women were both total contrasts to each other, both in looks and temperament. Arawen was dark and Luthien was fair, Arawen was impassive and smooth whereas Luthien was fiery and vibrant.
“If you’ll take a seat,” Arawen replied, gesturing to a stool in front of the desk, “and be patient.”
After pausing, Luthien did as was suggested to her and seated herself, folding her hands neatly on her lap. There was only so much patience she could give, when it was her freedom on the line, but she was willing to try, even though she felt on edge, and her heart was thudding. It seemed that the plan she had prepared in detail back in the cells was unfolding out before her, except that it was Arawen and Maethoriel, two of the most unlikely people, who were unveiling it.
“Very well,” Arawen said. “The first step of the plan has already been ensured. Both Maethoriel and I have been given leave by the Mouth, under the pretence that we will be on the trail of something of interest. In the Mouth’s belief, on this journey I shall be putting Maethoriel’s life to an end, since this is his wish – this, too, is a lie. When it is believed that we have left, early in the morning we shall reduce any problems we might have with the guards, and then break every prisoner free.”
A small silence reigned after Arawen had outlined the escape plan in a brisk, business-like manner. “That’s it?” Luthien said.
“Were you expecting something involving more swashbuckling and heroics?” Arawen enquired. Her tone was not unpleasant. She walked past the desk, past where Luthien sat, towards her wardrobe, shrugging off her blue cloak and hanging it neatly amongst the line of tattered garments. She shut the doors of the wardrobe and looked over at Maethoriel.
“Perhaps you’d like to add a few words,” she said. “Since this arrangement was of your own devising.”
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The Mouth let out a harsh laugh, genuinely amused by Calanon’s confidence. The elf had obviously known freedom for too long before being put here in Mordor; it was freedom which gave prisoners stupid notions that deluded them. Was this elf so certain of himself that he thought he could avoid all the power the Mouth had at his disposal? This one would be fun to break, and his delusions could break with him.
“The only thing you achieve with your little speech will be despair,” the Mouth said, finally. “One more disobedient word out of you and someone dies. I believe I’ll pick at random – maybe that sweet blonde little girl with the elven name; Luthien I think it was. Or perhaps it shall be Morwen. I should like to see the expression on your face as her life drains away from her, knowing it was your fault – that you could have prevented it by ridding yourself of your foolish pride.”
He laughed again. It was a truly horrible sound. “Believe me – all the power and armies in the world are far from useless, against you. Do you believe that thousands upon thousands of orcs can be defeated by your skill? Do you believe that the Nine can be dodged – the wraiths of Sauron? And what about the Eye, the Eye himself? He who sees all?”
He took one smooth step towards Calanon. “Take this as a warning. I only hope it gets through to you. There have been many before you, much like you. Defiant prisoners all seem to roll into one,” he hissed. Raising one hand, all of the barred cell doors suddenly slammed shut, locking with powerful dark magic. The air was now thick, filling with malice. He reached out and grabbed Morwen’s wrist, dragging her to his side.
“You now have one more chance to rid yourself of your self-importance, before I resort to measures that the both of you will find most unpleasant,” he said to Calanon.
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Beör looked upon Arawen, as she answered his question. Her tone was earnest, her voice soft and her mind set on earning his trust. The Ranger realised that her tale was as sad and painful as it had been for all of them; Luthien had tried to show that to him by taking Arawen's word. But Beör couldn't feel for her, his bitter and vengeful feelings told him to hate her. Her betrayal had cursed her and in the servitude of the Mouth she had made the lives of the prisoners a living nightmare.
In times of cold and pain, at nights of loneliness and despair, only hate seemed his source of strength and endurance. His hate had numbed his feelings and fear. Now after fourteen years, it was all he got left. Would it be taken away from him, nothing would remain..
He still looked at her, at only a girl whom in the bloom of her life had to choose between life and death, and had chosen life for a terrible price. It was then that he felt an odd pang of pity for the young girl whom had been innocent before she was brought here. The realisation of his emotions hit him hard. He hardly noticed Maethoriel entering the room or Luthien and Arawen speaking to one another. He was taken by an inward struggle of thoughts and emotions, not visible to anyone else. The fact that he finally seemed to understand and pity the person whom he had chosen to hate for years confused him.
He slowly walked over to her, pain written on his face, in his dark eyes lay a troubled look; her back was turned on him as she was facing her wardrobe. Her room, how beautiful decorated seemed not more than a fancy prison. Memories of that dreadful night flashed through his mind, before he spoke very softly so only she could hear: "I forgive you." His words were truthful but in some way he could not look Arawen in the eye.
He turned away without awaiting her reaction. He made way for the door and left the room, decending the stairs in a daze. He felt empty and could not care for freedom or death anymore. He was slowly falling apart..
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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
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Post subject: Posted: June 12th, 2010, 1:46 am |
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(wow.. i thought I was going to be lightyears behind due to my.. extended absence.... dang lack of energy and sending Calonon and Mor to Arawen would be a welcome thing to them both in the long run (short run, Morwen's not gonna be happy.) ah well, let's see where this road takes us)
Calonon remained rather silent through his speech though his eyes tightened a little at the Mouth threatening Luthien, then Morwen. Even as the Mouth stepped forward Calonon didn't move, despite the... rancid breath. His eyes flickered to the doors as they slammed shut. His main reaction as when the Mouth grabbed Morwen's wrist.
Morwen stumbled as little as her wrist was grabbed and she was dragged to the Mouth's side. Her face was pale and she tried to twist her wrist loose, mostly because his touch was rather painful to her. She looked to Calonon, her eyes pleading him to give in now.
"Enni...daro..." Morwen said softly, while trying to twist her wrist free of the Mouth's vice-like grip. She didn't care if she got in trouble for speaking her native tongue around the Mouth, she was trying to get Calonon to give in without any spilled blood.
"Garo estel" he said in reply and Morwen smiled sadly, "I have none left."
Calonon sighed, and he gaze returned to the Mouth, "Fine. Just don't hurt the others on my account." His eyes flickered back to Morwen, worried, because it was obvious how much pain the mouth's contact caused, though Morwen would never say why; Calonon knew well why, and she didn't need the Mouth to know.
Translations: 'Enni... daro' Please... stop
'Garo estel' Have hope.
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Post subject: Posted: June 17th, 2010, 2:38 am |
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(Bump?)
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[ Yoohoo? ]
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