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Post subject:  Posted: March 11th, 2010, 8:35 pm |
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Morwen nodded to Luthien, "I figured as much." her eyes flickered to Beor, "Outside of this place.. I was Morwen. Here..." she shrugged a little, "I rather remain nameless."
She looked between the two and saw some of the emotions there and shook her head, Beor knew better.. and Luthien.. well... she'd have to learn.
"I apologize if I seem distant and cold towards you both. I have been here longer than even Arawen." Morwen's eyes flickered sadly. She remembered that. "You remind me of what she once was, Luthien. I do not want to see you become like her."
She looked at Beor, "and I kept to myself for the same reason we are standing in this room. I wanted to evade notice by the Mouth. he less anyone knew.. the better off I was. Pity it could've lasted longer. Though I suppose about... 150 years since I discovered the value of silence... Not too bad of a shot."
she gave a tired smile. She had no hope, but she had to find some way to protect herself with her normal shields gone.
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Post subject: Posted: March 11th, 2010, 8:48 pm |
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Maethoriel's look now turned to one bored by all the things Arawen had brought up. Honestly, did no one here think on the fly, that is how all the best plans came into being..a general idea with filling the gaps in later. Although, it was lucky for her that she had answers to all of these. Maethoriel was very capable of entering and exiting Mordor whenever she pleased...that of course was when there was not a bounty upon her head, but it would not likely change to much save that the kings of old might take a bit of interest in her exiting. Such bounties were rarely told to the orcs for they had nasty habits of fighting amongst themselves and money would only make it all the worst.
"You give me little credit. Wonder you why not the Mouth has ever been able to stop my coming and going as he so clearly can the others he holds in his power? My skills extend far beyond myself or else I should have died years ago at his hands. A few more holding to the edge of my cloak will be of little hindrance," she said casually while taking down a chipped mug filling it with a sweet smelling drink that she sipped leisurely.
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Post subject: Posted: March 11th, 2010, 9:25 pm |
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(Don't you worry Will, there is still plenty of crazy in Maeth. She's just focusing really hard right now)
Maethoriel's look now turned to one bored by all the things Arawen had brought up. Honestly, did no one here think on the fly? That is how all the best plans came into being..a general idea with filling the gaps in later. Although, it was lucky for her that she had answers to all of these. Maethoriel was very capable of entering and exiting Mordor whenever she pleased...that of course was when there was not a bounty upon her head, but it would not likely change to much save that the kings of old might take a bit of interest in her exiting. Such bounties were rarely told to the orcs for they had nasty habits of fighting amongst themselves and money would only make it all the worse.
She watched the woman with a guarded expression. Her movements were not stiff or as cold as before. Like the dead...
Dead, cold, ground, dirt, gravel road. A man on a gravel road with a large hat. What was he doing?
Her eyes drifted back to Arawen and she attempted to focus as the younger woman asked, " why you should trust me with your words."
She almost laughed...almost. Why would I not? They are words. Everyone is trusted with them, even those that use them poorly. Why? Why, what? Why do I trust you with my ideas would be a better question, they simply come in words because you are....
"suggesting is no simple..." she heard the woman speak again.
Simple! Like you. Too simple to see it. It's so clear! Clearer than than a dead man's gaze...
Her mind whirred and she felt dizzy. "Focus!" She said out loud and took a deep breath feeling her mind stop spinning and focus on everything about her.
"You give me little credit. Wonder you why not the Mouth has ever been able to stop my coming and going as he so clearly can the others he holds in his power? My skills extend far beyond myself or else I should have died years ago at his hands. A few more holding to the edge of my cloak will be of little hindrance," she said casually while taking down a chipped mug filling it with a sweet smelling drink that she sipped leisurely, still stringing together her thoughts.
"Well," she drawled; "should you wish to dodge that unfortunate fate then I suggest you breath not a word. I cannot lie that it would be most beneficial to me to help so many escape from the bowels of Mordor with the least amount of injury...so you could well be assured that I would not betray your secret should you agree."
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(I have no idea why it has that extra non finished post at the top. The second one is right.)
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Luthien suddenly drew closer to him, as if she'd changed her min and tugged at the sleeve of his once white, but now ragged, shirt. Her soft whisper of apology seemed genuine, but Beör did not know how to react. He nodded his head as affirmation that he'd heard her, but he was unable to reply to Luthien's mixed feelings.
He looked at Morwen closely and wondered why he'd never noticed her Elven features before, but then he'd only seen her in flashes. Her ears, her pale skin and youthful beauty, all features of the Elven kin, not all seemed to have vanished over the years.
"You have proved to be better at hiding." Beör said with a wry smile. When Morwen mentioned the name of Arawen, the Ranger's eyes narrowed, and his voice was cold as metal as he spoke. "Cursed be the day that they found her and brought her here. I remember that day well, four years ago. A quiet girl she seemed, but it didn't take them long to break her, and for her to become our enemy."
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Post subject: Posted: March 12th, 2010, 5:35 pm |
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(Will, never mind about the PM I sent you telling you about my post at the bottom of page 9 – you obviously saw Luthien’s reply, tehe. =)
Luthien’s inability to realise she’s getting feelings for Beör = <3  )
Luthien listened to Morwen and nodded slightly, taking in her words. She gave the elf a small half smile; the comment about Arawen was slightly disarming. That girl, that dark, sinister girl had once been like her? It didn’t bear thinking about. But Luthien knew without a single doubt that she would never become like her; she was stronger than that. It seemed that both Beör and Morwen doubted her, which stung a little. More than a little, really; it hurt more than she would allow to confess to herself. She hated being treated like a child, a child who had no choice about what and who she turned out like; being treated like just a silly little girl who could break at anyone’s whim. Just because she had some fight left in her in this awful place didn’t mean that she would give in when everything became too real and frightening. She would never give in.
Standing by Beör as he too spoke of Arawen, she hoped that he knew that she had not meant to hurt him. He had given her a small nod, so surely that meant something? Wanting to join in on the conversation properly, feeling rather on the sidelines, Luthien spoke up.
“Arawen makes my skin crawl,” she said. “The first time I saw her I knew that she was Gondorian, from Minas Tirith, like me. Her accent gave her away. There’s something about her… cold, like ice.”
There was indeed something positively glacial about Arawen; like a snow queen she had seemed gliding along the cell block, running her frosty gaze over the prisoners as if she would look into their minds. Luthien vividly remembered her first conversation with the other young woman, and her own furious reaction to Arawen’s attempts to try and get her to speak.
It was a chilling thought, that Arawen had once been different, and it was Mordor who had turned her into what she now was; everything about this place was cold and twisted.
Luthien still stood close to Beör, and for some strange reason her stomach hurt; it was the feeling she got when she was very rarely nervous. But what on earth was there to be nervous about? Well, apart from the obvious; being in Mordor, waiting for the Mouth of Sauron to condescend to come and see them. It was strange, the way that she and Beör seemed to have come so far in such a short while, from bitterly arguing with each other to seeming somewhere near to being friends. At least, Luthien hoped that he wanted to be her friend. She hoped and hoped that she had not pushed him away.
You’re being silly, her thoughts reminded her. Don’t doubt so much and ask foolish questions!
She wanted to say something to make things right, but Morwen was here and she was hesitant to speak in front of her. So she kept a smile on her face and stayed silent.
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Arawen regarded Maethoriel with her usual indifference, listening to the woman’s words with cold reception. Her confidence that she would succeed was unbelievable. There were powers far greater that dwelt here in Mordor, that went far beyond Maethoriel and the magic in that cane of hers. She did not seem to see failure as a possibility; or rather, she probably guessed that if her plan did fail, it would not be her who suffered the punishment. Arawen could just imagine her using those fabled “skills” of hers to slip away unnoticed.
“You’re mad.”
Arawen shook her head and turned, taking a moment to think. Despite her initial objections, there was one tiny part of her that clung to the idea of getting away from Mordor, from the darkness that she had been forced to call home for all this time. That small part of her was obstinate; she wanted to shake it off, march from Maethoriel’s room with all of her icy dignity and forget what she had heard.
“I don’t know whether to laugh at your sheer folly, or admire your obstinacy,” she said, finally. “You must know what the Mouth would do to both of us if he heard any of this. You know the things that lie in wait for anyone attempting escape.”
The Eye. The Nine, the winged friends that waited at every corner. The orcs had a particular phrase, “freeze your skin as soon as look at you”, for them. And not to be forgotten, the Mouth himself. He may have had a sense of humour, twisted and hideous as it was, but he was merciless. Arawen had heard the screams from the torture room he kept.
But something had to change. She knew, something and everything had to change. The life she lived made her sick to her heart; remembering what she had once known, goodness, love, a life untouched by darkness, was too much.
Turning back around to face Maethoriel, her expression was as hard and cold as it always, revealing no change; it was impossible to read any of the conflicting emotions that Arawen felt.
“Tell me how you would go about this plan of yours,” she said. “As yet you’ve been rather vague – too vague.”
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Maethoriel's madness had one advantage and it was that it gave insight into the mind. She knew that what she thought and felt was completely outside everyone's realm and thusly knew in turn that almost anything she said was questioned and requestioned. She needed no outward signs from Arawen, for the girl (for all her ice and haughty nature), was human and reacted thusly despite her desperate attempts to lock out such feelings. No one could block them out, she would know. She tried very hard.
Maethoriel's hand twisted around her cane that had been produced from somwhere within the confines of her dark blue cloak. There were many dark and ancient magics that she could not share with Arawen, some of which may need employing later in the road and at that point she may share. After all, she was correct in saying she earned both cloak and cane. And it was worth little to speak of their meaning as many were bright enough to put the two together.
"You're mad," she heard the woman say and she couldn't help but grin at the truth in the statement...and what a madness it was!
"Very much so, and as such it would be logical to expect the only way to get away with something impossible is to be with a madman whose mind judges nothing to be so," she retorted expertly while taking another swig from her mug.
The woman spoke again and Maethoriel cut in shortly with a wave of her hand. "Do neither of those, praise me for my genius if you will when we escape, or for my madness and luck if you are too hard pressed to attribute it to skill."
"As for how, it is as simple as raiding an armory and travelling by day as a group. Though, I suggest you convince your master that he give you and I an order of leave. Say that you hear I am less inclined to be on guard when on the trail of something I find interesting and it would make your appointed task easier," she said at length, formulating even as she spoke. It was true, while in Mordor, Maethoriel was always on her guard and it would be near impossible to carry out an assination alone.
"That will give us the time we need to escape. We shall make preparations to leave that night, make it seem as though we have. Return to the cells early in the morn when the guards have had an unfortunate accident after squabbling over a card game. Break your prisoners from there cells and then we will be on our merry across the plains in disguise," she finished with a smile.
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Post subject: Posted: March 13th, 2010, 3:22 am |
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"Too many like her have come. Most of them.. died. Some of them.... were like Arawen... they lived out their lives and died a slave to Sauron." Morwen looked at the window, "Those that died... I was with them. I had to care for them while they were injured.." She closed her eyes and pain flickered across her face.
Her eyes opened again, "50 years as a prisoner here... and 150 as a slave."
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Post subject: Posted: March 13th, 2010, 1:07 pm |
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Beör listened silently to Morwen's words but he did not speak. Words could not make the pain undone nor make her forget. Words of pity seemed empty and vain. Words of comfort were useless as they could not be justified. Yet Beör could grasp the intensity of her feelings. Being trapped in this dark place for such a long time drained the will to live out of anyone. And although the ranger would never be able to take his own life willingly, he often longed for death. Waiting for it in times of hunger. Wishing for it on stone-cold nights. Pleading for it in aching pain. Undoubtly would the Elf have known such times of despair but did not yet give in to it .
He again scanned the room, restless. A menace and a threat seemed to loom in the air and darkness pressed upon his heart. It was unbearable for Beör to remain ignorant. "What will happen now?" he finally asked.
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Post subject: Posted: March 13th, 2010, 4:45 pm |
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Luthien felt slightly strange, being so silent, as she looked on at the other two and listened; she badly wanted to say something, but found herself choked, which was odd for a person who liked to talk so much. There was nothing she could say, anyway, to make things seem better. Not in here, of all places. From this viewpoint in the Mouth’s chambers, waiting for him, everything looked dark and miserable. And that aside, there was a small part of Luthien that felt that maybe she shouldn’t add anything. Perhaps it might appear to the outside eye that she wouldn’t be properly able to understand, having been here in Mordor for a matter of days. The atmosphere of broken hope and overwhelming despair in this room was almost stifling. Luthien wondered briefly if the Mouth had put some kind of bewitchment on this room to make prisoners brought in here to feel as if they were suffocating – then dismissed that as a foolish thought. Although it was just the type of thing anyone would expect from him.
Upon hearing Beör’s question, Luthien thought it seemed rather rhetorical. No one knew what would happen next. Still, it showed her that he, like Luthien, was on edge waiting for what the Mouth would do, when he would return.
Luthien opened her mouth to say something, but she had nothing to say, and would not have been able to make her voice work properly anyway, so she simply cleared her throat.
Suddenly, the door of the Mouth’s chambers swung open, and Luthien was seized by dread. She turned her head to see who was walking in, but, the pain in her stomach twisting, she already knew. The ring of the footsteps was unmistakable; the footsteps of someone who knows their own power.
The colour had drained out of her face, but she stood rooted to the spot; she would not have been able to move if she had wanted to.
“Well, well, well,” said the ghastly voice, horribly familiar with it’s gravelly rasp. “Here you all are, just as I commanded.” He could sense all of them; he knew Morwen’s pain, he knew Beör’s restlessness, and he knew that despite Luthien’s apprehension, she had in no way given in. And she would continue not giving in.
“So what is to be done with you?” he voiced his last thought. “Do excuse my absence. I had a small matter to attend to. But this present matter is tiny, miniscule, even, compared to it. Attending to my prisoners is a speck of dust on my busy schedule. But I kindly make time for you.”
His awful voice had taken on the tone of one pretending to kindness. Luthien snatched a small glance at him; he had strolled over to his desk, and seated himself in his chair. There was something ominous about that dark desk; Luthien wasn’t sure what it was.
“Morwen, take a seat at my clerk’s desk,” the Mouth said. “You’ll find some parchment, ink and a quill there. My clerk finds himself unable to write down my dictations today; perhaps you could fill in for him.”
Luthien wondered what had really happened to the clerk, then found herself sickened at the endless possibilities of what the Mouth could have done to him.
“You two.” The Mouth raised a gloved hand, pointing at Luthien and Beör. “Sit here at my desk.” There were two chairs opposite the Mouth’s seat; small wooden stools that looked uncomfortable. There was a small pause. “Now, if you please.”
Her feet feeling as if they were made of iron, Luthien trudged over, feeling slow and unwilling. She dropped into the stool and looked over her shoulder at Beör; attempting a small smile. There was something heartbreaking about that small smile, the way she was trying her best to keep her steady cheer in this darkest of situations.
The Mouth, of course, guessed immediately where Luthien’s attention was. “Very sweet,” he said acidly, grinning in Beör’s direction.
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Arawen listened to Maethoriel’s plan as the woman outlined it. She could not pretend that her interest had not been caught. She may have severely questioned Maethoriel’s sanity, but she had to admit, her plan was a good one. But it would need to be perfected, strengthened, so that there could be no question of failure. That was, if Arawen agreed, of course. She felt like she was hanging off the edge of a cliff, trying to make what seemed like an impossible decision; to let herself fall into dark oblivion, or to climb her way back up towards the light. To someone other than Arawen this choice might have seemed like an easy one; surely, if there was a chance of returning to how things once were, she should take it? Yet it was not as simple as that. What would she be returning to?
Things could never be how they were, even if she somehow magically escaped back to Gondor. Her family was dead. She remembered the attack so vividly; the screams, the blood. She alone had survived the attack. It had been a beautiful summer’s day when they had gone riding to visit friends, and then it all went so wrong. The orcs had caught them unaware, and before she could take it all in Arawen had had to look at her family dead around her. She had fought the orcs back violently, screaming amid her tears. She had put up too much of a fight in her wish to avenge. And so the orcs had brought her here, offering her up as a sacrifice to their master, the Mouth of Sauron.
She knew what people thought of her… yes, she knew… that Arawen, that girl, that girl made of ice. Vicious, emotionless, uncaring. No one would ever know what it had cost her to live here, work here. No one would ever know.
Finally, she spoke. “Your plan might just work,” she said. “And I say ‘might’.” Pausing for a moment, as if weighing the situation over, she gave a small nod. “I think, perhaps, I might be able to assist you, although many things need to be considered.” A small smile crept up on her features. “One matter – the prisoners evidently do not trust me or like me.” It needed to be thought about; they hated her, why should they follow her? But maybe that wouldn’t matter so very much if it meant freedom. However, she doubted that such resentment could easily be forgotten.
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Morwen looked at Beor but didn't answer, since the Mouth walked in. She put the shields back up mentally.
She was told to go to the clerk's death and she rolled her eyes at his words. "Why do I get this odd feeling he won't be coming back?" She then muttered several things in elven, and paused. She had not spoken that language in many years.. and it usually resulted in punishment.
She went to the desk, to hopefully avoid punishment. She remembered the threats too well.. elven from her would only end in pain.
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As soon as Beör had uttered his question, the answer presented itself: the heavy doors of the room opened and the darkness inside seemed to become even more overwhelming. The sound of threatening footsteps and the presence of the evil being made his heart heavier while despair seemed to seep through his whole body.
He watched Luthien petrify and how Morwen became passive again, all for a moment taken by fear.
The ranger was taken by surprise when the Elf whispered some words in the Elven tongue. He'd not heard those words for a very long time and they reminded him of the green and peaceful realms where the Elf's resided. The beautiful place where there was no evil, nor pain or sorrow. In some way the words sounded comforting and they gave him a spark of hope.
"Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle*," he murmured to Morwen, almost inaudible. The sparkle of hope vanished by the icy command that was given. Luthien had already walked over to the desk, looking back with a sad smile. Beör slowly walked over to the stool and sat down, unused to the feeling of sitting on any kind of chair, by sleeping on cold stones for so long. He'd ignored Luthien's glance, just like the Mouth's remarkwhich was filled with sarcasm. To protect the both himself and her, Beör would not show that any kind of connection was there between them. He could not show any feeling or weakness. With all of his power, he numbed his body and mind, and looked at the Mouth of Sauron with a mocking glare.
*Don't look for trouble, for it will come to you.
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[ Just a bump to keep this going  ] _________________
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[ Is this dead?  ] _________________
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(No, it's definitely not dead, not if I can help it, tehe! I've just been waiting for Maeth to reply to Arawen before I post again =) ) _________________
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Maethoriel's smile widened to one that resembled a casino dealer who knew the rules and refused to tell you. It was with sudden clarity that she was seeing things from the other's perspective. Like she had left her own body - that was a bad sign, it meant her magic was not under her control that she was letting herself wander, but she still couldn't force her mind back into her own body.
She watched the woman force herself not to give away all the ideas going through her mind and it was if she saw the very girl hanging on that cliff trying to scramble back to the light. Maethoriel knew the difference though. The light was familiarity and that would not do considering the girl had grown to familiar with the ways of Mordor. The light she saw was the easy way out - the coward's way. She had taken that road before and it had not ended well, but she had let go too and it seemed to be turning around a little.
Her mind returned to a semi-normal state and the glazed look in her eyes lit to the fiery madness from before. And in a gesture of one pushing someone off the very cliff Arawen felt her life balancing on. Maethoriel placed the end of her cane on the girl's chest and tapped her backwards just a step that would send her falling in the mind of the madwoman. "You are going the wrong way," she said in a rasping voice as if she had just remembered how to speak.
"What?" She said aloud (though she didn't hear it), in a more assured tone than before. Her dark gaze looked to Arawen whose face flickered to confusion before becoming a mask once more.
Had she said it out loud? Why was Arawen staring? Could she not hear her? Was she going deaf? No...that's nonsense. I must be going mute!
She tried her voice again and this time her mind processed it. "What, I meant," she started trying to save face. "Was that you are in quite the same position as they are. Yet you say you will work with me. I do believe that you may yet be able to sway their mind if the promise of freedom is given. Do you not agree?"
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