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Post subject:  Posted: March 31st, 2010, 12:28 am |
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(Has it died....?)
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Post subject: Posted: April 1st, 2010, 12:32 pm |
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[ I think not and I hope not.  It's up to Goldy to reply.  ] _________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
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Post subject: Posted: April 1st, 2010, 1:02 pm |
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The Mouth grinned at Morwen, appreciating the quickness at which she had guessed his clerk’s fate. For a while now his long-suffering, stuttering clerk had been bothering him. Oh, it wasn’t as if he did anything wrong in particular – on the contrary, he was an exemplary servant, never saying a word out of turn or disobeying him. He was a good example of what the Mouth expected. But, in the Mouth’s contrary manner, he found him boring; a broken toy that no longer amused him. Broken by his own intention, in fact. A few days in a cell would set him right. His stutter would get worse, at any rate.
Hearing the elven words Morwen muttered, and hearing Beör reply in the same speech, the Mouth did not so much as flinch, calmly dipping a quill pen into a pot of black ink. The pretty elven speech wouldn’t help them much now. It gave him a rather unpleasant, pleased feeling to hear them both clinging so pointlessly to a dead thing. They would soon be gone, the elves… no more fairytales left to comfort the weak.
Luthien, sitting opposite the Mouth on the small, uncomfortable stool, understood Beör and Morwen as perfectly as if they had spoken in the common speech. As a little girl Luthien had taught herself elvish; a painstakingly difficult task. It had taken quite a few years to perfect. Her family had indulged her; her elvish namesake had inspired a desire to learn more about the enigmatic folk.
Allowing herself the smallest of glances at Beör, she noted his defiant manner towards the Mouth. After all he had said about giving in! A part of Luthien was glad that there was some fight left in him yet, but another part was scared for him.
But another thing was that he seemed to be ignoring her entirely. After a moment or so of pondering this over, Luthien realised that if the Mouth thought that there was any association between them, then it would be most dangerous. But he had already caught something of Luthien’s feelings, so skilled was he in reading others. Looking up, he smiled at her; not seeing her, but sensing her presence like a fire. He could always tell the difference between the ones who had given in and the ones who had not.
“The young Gondorian,” he said. His voice had that odd quality it always took on when he tried to make his tone sound pleasant. He sounded as terrible as usual. “Quite young, if I’m not mistaken. The arrogance of youth always amuses me. Don’t worry – we’ll soon beat it out of you.”
Luthien said nothing, keeping her head down, her gaze fixed on her feet. She knew that this was hardly the time to make some clever retort; instead, calmly, she stayed steadily silent.
“But not as soon as I would wish, it appears,” the Mouth continued. “It is a shame. But then, it means more amusement for me. And I so seldom am given a gift that will be somewhat difficult to break. Many of my prisoners are like porcelain; hardly any fun. You, child, seem to be different. But then again… given the circumstances… you would have reasons to keep hope, wouldn’t you?” He was sneering now, enjoying himself as he jeered at her.
Luthien’s cheeks flushed red with anger and frustration, but still, she said not a word.
“You won’t speak yet, I see. How about I try your friend? See what he might have to say to me? Perhaps he’ll be more interesting…”
The Mouth’s attention swiveled towards Beör, his head turning with alarming speed.
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Arawen stared at Maethoriel in surprise as the woman tapped her a step backwards with her cane. What was Maethoriel thinking of? Her voice was rasped and strange, and she seemed, for a moment, to have leapt over the divide between something resembling normality and her usual madness. Arawen met the other’s woman’s eyes steadily, not fearing her, but curious as to what was going through her mind. Stepping sideways away from the cane, she looked over her shoulder, listening to Maethoriel’s next words. She listened intently.
“They do not believe I am in the same position as they are,” she said simply. “They see me as in some exalted position – as if I were somehow free in the Mouth’s servitude.” She gave a short, scornful laugh. “If they only knew the true cost of living my life…” she broke off, unwilling to discuss her personal feelings with Maethoriel. She would never speak freely of the darkness that was her daily existence.
Turning on her heel, a vague smile crossed her usually numb expression; it was more amusement rather than any real feeling. “It would be a difficult task winning them round, for a certainty. And you? Would you inspire any trust in them? For in their sight, for sure, we’re both as bad as each other.”
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Post subject: Posted: April 1st, 2010, 6:35 pm |
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Silently Beör listened to the poisenous words of the servant of Sauron. Like a snake he seemed glide through his own maze of evil tricks, striking were his victims were vulnerable. He noted Luthien's glance but he his stare remained focused at the Mouth. Somehow he was comforted by Luthien's passive behaviour. He knew how the Mouth liked to evoke his victims with sneers and threats, if Luthien would have answered, it would have been a sign of defeat.
The Ranger's head jerked slightly when he was mentioned in the conversation. His complexion had become deadly pale and the only sound Beör heard for a moment was the pounding of his heart. Yet his gaze did not shift nor did he say a word. Like a living statue he sat straight on the wooden stool, only the heaving of his chest and the eventual blinking of his eyes betrayed any movement. He could not look at Luthien or Morwen, or his courage might fail. And it was only his courage were he could hold on to now..
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Post subject: Posted: April 1st, 2010, 10:27 pm |
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Morwen was silent. Se sat tiredly and tried to get her shields back in place.. and she was failing. she wanted to scream from the frustration of it. and she barely refrain from giving Luthien a glare. Before she had been able to keep her shields, now.. they were gone.
I'm a fool for even dreaming of hope... there hasn't been any.. and there won't be any.
That painful reminder was what Morwen needed to close herself off from the world again and she began to write, this time shoving all her emotions off to one side. That was her survival method at this point since Luthien had somehow managed to bring even Morwen some hope. She stared off at a wall to the side of the three, her mind turning inwards again. She began to let her old perception of the world consume her again. She wasn't even going to see outside these walls. And it was too much hassle to fight the shadow that had kept her here so long.
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Post subject: Posted: April 2nd, 2010, 1:40 am |
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(Haha. Maeth definitely ran away from me in this post. I don't know how she went to supreme crazy to slightly eccentric mentor to crazy again.)
Maethoriel looked at a chair and in a rare display of real magic called it to her. It rocked violently back from its place at her desk, shaking off the papers that had held it captive, sending more of them to the floor. It skittered across the cold stone in a loud and bumbling fashion, and nearly fell - it was only stopped by the woman's hand which spun it about casually until it was close enough to lean it against the wall. She sat down heavily and reclined the chair til it was propped up on the wall and she needed not to hold it up.
Arawen's words drifted about and for a moment she could almost read them in the haze about her, but she knew it was her mind playing with her. She forced it from pleasant indulgences in her madness and focused it on the task at hand and answering the questions posed to her. The first answer was laughter, which she gave into willingly. It bubbled from her and shook her body with such force that it might have looked jolly on another being.
After the laughter subsided she looked at Arawen. "No, absolutely not. They think not that you are exalted, you are just an unpleasant prisoner who sold their soul for a vestige of freedom in their mind. A traitor, if you would," she said it casually without any real bite in her words. The girl assumed that no one knew of her predicament, but Maethoriel had gone through it at some point in her life...at least she thought she did.
"And they are right, though I expect you are rather disgusted with your own being. Murder most foul, a favorite of the Mouth," she said. "That is the exact thing you need to use to gain their trust. Relinquish your pride and lay it bare for them to understand, cry and beg if you must but show them sincerity that they cannot deny. Not the cold lifeless thing you betray yourself to be. They will follow pure and unadulterated remittance of sin. Especially the younger ones who are eager still to see the good in all. This is not just about gaining their trust, you must show them trust as well." The woman pushed off the wall and onto her feet letting the chair fall with a clatter.
She gave a small smile at the girl in front of her and her clouded mind cleared. The girl was very much like her old self, although she had been less feminine, but still....very similar. "Your pride will be your undoing like it was mine if you do not cast it away now. None will help if you do not ask for it. You cannot tell them that they will escape with your help. Tell them that you need help to escape too or none will be able to. Rather like we have agreed, yes?" The woman's smile disappeared and was replaced with a stern line. The the woman's questions on her own person she could not honestly answer for she had no idea how to inspire any sort of trust of loyalty anymore. However the very last one struck her as funny and she chuckled again and walking across the room she placed her hand on the child's shoulder.
"Believe me, dear child. You have many years before you could ever become as bad as I. Let us pray that they pass you completely, for there is hope for you that I never had." With that said she pushed the woman towards the door which had unlocked itself.
"Enough talk. Go to your master and set all in motion or he will become suspicious of your absence. I shall make myself scarce should he send another in your stead. Should you need me light the lantern outside my door and I shall meet you in this room at midday when most are likely hiding from the sun."
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Post subject: Posted: April 2nd, 2010, 10:51 am |
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(That was a great post, Maeth! Crazy Maethoriel is brilliant, tehe.
Hooray, the plan will begin! ^_^)
The Mouth gave Beör his most ghastly smile, observing how the man’s skin completely drained of colour. It was fear, and that was what the Mouth liked to see. Uttering not another word, stretching out the painful moment, he focused his attention on Beör; not only to read him, but to break through the barriers in his mind, the barriers he hoped to keep up. His fear, his wish to keep his courage… all of which the Mouth knew. The moments drew out, melding into each other to become only one moment, which was the present, which was now. It hardly mattered as the time drew out.
Luthien kept her head down, but she could sense the Mouth's focus on Beör. It was frightening, the way such attention could be just as alerting as words. What was happening? The silence was unnerving, especially since the Mouth seemed to love the sound of his own voice so much. What did this silent interrogation mean?
And then, all in one swift movement, it was over, as the Mouth stood from his desk and pushed his chair back. “Interesting,” he mused. His voice was quieter than usual; somehow less brash, less arrogant. He stepped out from behind his desk and stood towering over Luthien, like a dark shadow that would stand in the way of all light.
Still, Luthien did not look up.
“You think to avoid me?” the Mouth’s harsh tone had returned. “You think to dodge me? Dodge my power? You are nothing more than a little fool. Nothing more than an ignorant fool.”
The sudden diversion of his attention was terrifying. But some strange part of Luthien’s mind was glad. His focus had gone from Beör, that chilling, silent focus. It was all fixed on her now. She had feared for her fellow prisoner in a way that was most unfathomable.
The Mouth reached out, and placed a gloved hand around Luthien’s throat. She was forced to look up then. Her eyes were wide, grey-blue and empty of anything but pure, unsettling innocence.
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Arawen looked on as Maethoriel’s magic displayed itself. She watched as the chair rocked, sending papers flying. No fear gripped her as she observed everything that followed; only an intense curiosity. In her time here in Mordor she had seen much that had been quite astonishing, and terrifying; she was, after all, a prominent figure in the Mouth’s household, and he was renowned for his powers gifted to him by the Dark Lord. Rumours regarding such things had always circulated Maethoriel, for as long as Arawen had been here. Now the rumours were confirmed, and it was at once impressive but not at all much of a surprise.
“So it’s true,” she said, quietly, listening to the woman’s somewhat manic laughter.
As Maethoriel spoke on, Arawen crossed to the small window of the room. It did not really allow any light in… curious that it should even be called a window. Not that there was any light to allow.
“An unpleasant prisoner,” she repeated. “Yes, they feel as if I have betrayed their collective. It makes one wonder what they would choose if offered such a path. I chose life. That was my mistake.”
Listening to what the woman said, the words Maethoriel spoke seemed quite foreign to her. What she was suggesting seemed quite strange. Cry and beg? Relinquish her pride? Arawen knew that if she attempted a display of tears it would seem most false, for indeed, for a long time now she had been unable to summon tears. Pointless tears, pointless emotion that would solve nothing. But something of Maethoriel’s suggestion made sense. Sincerity would surely be the key… if they would trust her.
Arawen’s thoughts never stopped whirling round and round her mind as Maethoriel spoke on. Too many to account for, too many to describe. She felt Maethoriel push her towards the door.
Staring at her for a moment, she wondered whether to resent such rough treatment. Finally, she gave a small nod. “I shall go to him. I suspect he has business to deal with, he always does – but he will make an acceptance. He longs for your death, Maethoriel. Now I know why.” Pausing, she looked around the small room. “Expect me soon. I shall do what I can.”
As she turned to go, looking over her shoulder, her expression was as unfeeling as usual. She closed the door behind her with a gentle click, and set off at her usual swift pace down the corridor, towards the Mouth’s rooms.
Something told her that he would be entertaining guests. As her footsteps carried her away from one of the most momentous occasions of her time here in Mordor, she wondered why she was dealing with a woman who was surely quite mad.
She knew why – because it was her only way out.
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Arawen tapped on the door of the Mouth of Sauron’s chambers. She could here his voice from within, a voice she despised with all of her being. She loathed her master so much that it sickened her thinking of all of the errands she had completed for him. Above all else she wanted to see him dead.
Without waiting for a signal that she could enter, she opened the door and walked into the room. The Mouth had three prisoners in here with him; Morwen, that elf, the girl Luthien and the ranger Beör. The Mouth was standing over Luthien, her slender, vulnerable throat encircled by his gloved hand. She looked like a victim whose life was offered up to a demon whose anger needed to be cooled.
The Mouth’s head turned, sensing Arawen’s presence, the cold air that always seemed to surround her, that signified her to him.
“Arawen.” He stood away from Luthien, who sat, looking quite numb, on her stool. Her eyes were still alarmingly wide.
“I have a matter to discuss with you,” Arawen said, her gaze going past the prisoners. If she looked at them, she knew that she would pity them. “Concerning Maethoriel.”
At once the Mouth nodded, and grinned. “So you agree after all. Come with me.” He gestured to the small side room that his clerk usually used; the door was open. He seemed to have quite forgotten about the prisoners. As he led the way, Arawen followed him into the room and closed the door.
“You have an idea,” the Mouth guessed.
It was funny, in a way. He could read so much in people, their deepest thoughts and fears, and yet after all these years, still, he could not read Arawen.
“I do. And I think that it will work.”
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Post subject: Posted: April 2nd, 2010, 2:03 pm |
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[ Mae and Arawen make a brilliant couple! I do love their conversations! Hmm and I'm not quite sure what the plan was.. but I'll just wait and see. ]
Beör restrained himself when the Mouth continued his interrogation not verbally but silently. He tried to conceal his thoughts and with all his power blocked the attack on his mind and memory. While the silence was stretching, it took Beör more and more effort to keep his mind blank. He closed his eyes to shut out every image, sound and sensation from the present, to concentrate on nothingness.
When the moment of silence passed, and the Mouth shifted his attention to Luthien, the Ranger slowly woke from his trance but he did not flinch when the evil creature laid his hand on her throat, nor did he quite noted Arawen's presence. All what seemed to happen was just background noise.
The click which sounded when the door was closed, made Bëor look up again. He seemed to come back to live although he looked like he'd just recovered from a heavy fever. His hands were somehow shaking and his breathing was heavy and rapid.
Eventually he turned to Luthien, watching how she was holding up. She looked shaken, afraid even and Beör could not blame her for that.
"Whatever will happen.." Beör said in a hurried whisper, wanting to take advantage of the absence of the Servant of Sauron. He looked intently in Luthien's blue eyes. "You don't say a word.. He'll then find your weakness and take you down.." _________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
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Post subject: Posted: April 2nd, 2010, 9:18 pm |
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Morwen looked over at Luthien and Beor. Had he continued much longer, Morwen knew she would've interfered. Her will to fight was subdued, yes, but she couldn't tolerate blatant abuse like that when she could do something to stop it.
She spoke up, "Beor...you should know by now silence only works so long. He learns to read you to the point he can practically read your thoughts."
Morwen shifted uncomfortably, "It is.. unsettling but true."
She stood and went to Luthien to make sure there would be no lasting damage. She gently touched where the Mouth had grabbed her neck, her fingers warm, but in a comforting way, not the searing heat that was in this place.
Morwen sighed softly, "He didn't do anything beyond some bruising.. i don't know how easily you bruise, so i cannot say how much... it could simply be some very mild pain when you touch it for a few days."
She pulled her hands away then went back to the desk. she let her hair out of the braid, only to rebraid it
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Post subject: Posted: April 8th, 2010, 5:57 pm |
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As the door to the separate room clicked shut behind the Mouth and Arawen, still Luthien did not move from her stool. She seemed in a state of utter shock; her pale skin looked even paler, and her eyes appeared unable to blink. She could hear Beör’s voice, the ranger talking to her, and yet his words seemed some garbled kind of made-up language; it took a few moments for them to sink in and become fully understandable to her. Slowly, she blinked, and turned her head towards him. His gaze was alarmingly intense.
“I know,” was all she said, quietly. A tiny little smile crooked up the corners of her lips, but it was not a smile of happiness. She had just experienced the most terrifying event of her life. Her heartbeat had slowed a little now; she only just realised how hard it had been pounding in the Mouth’s sinister presence. She steadily held Beör’s gaze, her calm gradually returning to her, but upon hearing Morwen’s voice, she broke it, and turned her head towards the elven woman.
“It’s an impossible situation,” Luthien murmured. “Speak, and he finds out all your secrets. Don’t speak, and he probably will anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly, glancing down at her slender hands which were folded on her lap. She looked up as Morwen approached her stool and touched her neck to check for any signs that she had been badly hurt. “He did not hurt me very much, and I don’t bruise easily. I never have.” There seemed to be an enormous amount of depth in those words, more than Luthien had intended to put in them; she may have appeared delicate, but she was stronger than she looked; much stronger.
She gave Morwen a small smile. “Thank you, you’re very kind.”
Slowly, Luthien rose from her seat and looked around the room. What a ghastly place. The entire interior of the Mouth’s chambers was dark; everything was sharp and ugly and mean and grand.
Luthien brushed a strand of her golden hair from her eyes and idly touched her throat, barely realising that she did so. She hoped the Mouth would be away for a long time. These snatched moments away from the monster within the next room were precious.
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The ranger looked up at the Elven maiden, for a moment puzzled. Hearing her call his name again, after such a long time, had surprised him. It sounded so.. unfamiliar, as if he had become estranged from it, from his own identity.
"I will not allow that.." Bëor eventually spoke to Morwen, frustration clearly sounded in his voice. He felt powerless, by being surrounded by so much evil. He'd learnt to live with the fact that he had no power over what happened in his life or with his body. But he would not survive if he lost controle over mind, being unable to prevent his spirit from being broken by the Servant of Sauron.
"If it had to cost me everything.. " he said, more to himself than to the others. "That will not happen."
He slowly followed Luthien with his gaze, observing every move closely, but her hope seemed not to have abandoned her. The silence was stretching; no sounds out of the other room could be heard. It was unnerving. The morning seemed so far away now, and Bëor wished with all his heart that he would soon return to his familiar cell, and be left there alone for a long time.
He looked up at Luthien once again. "You'd better not look around here.." And he glanced at the interior and dark objects, hidden in the shadows. He shivered slightly, but then asked gently: "Will you not sit down?"
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Post subject: Posted: April 8th, 2010, 11:43 pm |
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Morwen looked over at the two as she rebraided her hair, "You say that.. but he was able to see into my mind.. for a time." She sighed, "and yes, Luthien. It is an impossible situation. There is no real way to win here."
Morwen then returned to her original train of thought, "The first years I was here, I fought. Much like you do Luthien. I did not give up hope easily. I caused trouble, I attempted to escape every chance I got. It took them about 50 years, give or take a few, to beat into me there is no escaping here."
She cast a glare at the door Arawen and the Mouth were behind, "There is no perfectly shielding yourself from him. He can sense my emotions all too well, but he knows little more about my mind. Not what I am thinking or what I will do. There's some here... he can tell what their every move will be. They are usually the ones I watch die... and am helpless to save."
There was some underlying frustration in her voice now. she was sued to the death here, the endless suffering. But as an elf, it hurt her more than she wanted to admit at first. Now it was a more or less constant full pain at the back of her mind.
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Post subject: Posted: April 9th, 2010, 12:20 pm |
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Luthien took small steps around the room, glancing around at the dark, cavernous corners. The voices of the others carried over to her every so often, like sea foam; but she only caught small snippets, small phrases and sentences every now and then. She wondered how many prisoners the Mouth had interrogated in this one room; how many of them he had had dragged in here, to sit on those tiny stools. Sitting on that stool had hurt her back; nothing to lean against. That was the point, she supposed. All these thoughts going round and round in her head made her feel slightly light-headed. Straying over towards the tiny window which let no light in, she gingerly touched the dark panes, wondering what was outside.
But soon Morwen and Bëor’s voices alerted her again, and Luthien wondered why her mind was so easily slipping from what was going on around her.
Her hand at her throat, she turned round, looking as if she had just been sleeping, but had now been woken up. She could recall that Bëor had just asked her to sit down.
Drifting away from the window, suddenly repulsed by the thought of the barren, evil land that was outside, she drew closer to the others. Her small smile returned.
“I’d rather not sit,” she replied. “I’d rather walk around all I can before the Mouth returns. I only spent a few days in the cells but the lack of space was frustrating.”
Her voice was soft, and she folded her arms for warmth, bunching up her hands into fists inside the long, velvety sleeves of her gown, shivering slightly. She may not have bruised easily but Luthien felt the cold terribly, and had done ever since she was a child. She kept her arms folded tightly, not wanting the others to realise what seemed to be one of her very few weaknesses.
“I wonder what they are discussing?” she said, partly out of curiosity and partly to distract the others from her shivering, nodding her head towards the closed door. “It looked important.”
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Upon hearing Morwen's words, Beör felt cold. He had to believe there was some way he could resist this terror. But deep in his heart he realised that she was right and it made him feel even more numb.
"It was not your fault.." he answered flatly, thinking of those he'd seen live and die. "They could only save themselves; they just didn't."
There was another silence where he thought of Luthien's question. Whatever was discussed in that other room, had to be of importance. Arawen was the Mouth's most important servant and most hated by all the prisoners. Whoever thought that she was innocent and incapable of harm was deceived. Bëor had witnessed her evil, and had sworn to hate her for eternity. If he'd any possibility to assure her fall, he would grasp it. The Mouth probably had discovered her dark side as well, as he only used her for his more important plans. "As long as it doesn't concern us, I don't care," he replied in his usual grumpy voice.
As he cast another glance at Luthien, he felt an unfamiliar feeling: a pang of pity. Somehow, perhaps because of the terrifying events they both went through, he felt the urge to help her, to protect her from harm. Beör, confused by his own strange feelings, turned his gaze away and focused on the dark stone tiles on the floor. He was not sure what was happening to him, but he realised that by answering to those feelings, he might put his own life at stake. But for some crazy reason Beör did not mind that anymore. Something had changed, although he could not detect what and it made Beör feel, like he'd gone mad.
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Morwen shrugged, "I don't know... I don't really care either."
Morwen closed her eyes as she finished braiding her hair and pushed her hair behind her ears. She could tell Beor's feelings for Luthien and she shook her head.
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Luthien caught Bëor’s gaze before he swiftly looked away from her; before he did so, unexpectedly, Luthien felt an odd rush of hope, although she was unable to decipher what that hope meant. It was not so long ago since she and Bëor had been arguing furiously back in the cells, but now, the events of the morning behind them, having shared the terror of the Mouth’s presence, a lifetime seemed to have passed since then. Whenever she looked at him now she felt as if she wanted to say something, anything, but no words could come to mind that would suffice for what she wanted to say. She would have liked to say something diverting, dazzling, but it was beyond her skill to do so. But more than that she wanted to say what she really felt; but she did not know what her feelings were.
It was sheer confusion, and that was something Luthien was not used to. She was afraid even to admit to herself that what she felt for Bëor went beyond mere fondness. More than anything she wanted to protect him from whatever evil might come their way; if the Mouth ever tried to hurt Bëor, then he would have to hurt Luthien first.
Hesitantly, Luthien paused over wondering if she should say something, but then Bëor diverted his gaze to the floor, and she cast that thought away.
She turned her head away quickly, not wanting to be caught glancing at him too long. Instead she focused her attention on the door beyond which the Mouth and Arawen were conversing, out of their hearing.
She knew that she was not alone in hoping that they would be gone for a long time. How easily the Mouth seemed to have been distracted from his prisoners; it must have been something indeed important Arawen wanted to tell him.
Still with her arms folded, trying to warm herself up, she shivered and closed her eyes for a moment, hating the weakness, her vulnerability to the cold. Turning her back slightly, her shoulders started to shake, and she wished that she still had her cloak with her; but the guards had taken it when they had brought her to her cell.
“You’d think the Mouth would bother to light a fire in here,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to the others, casting the tiniest of glances at the fireplace, which remained unlit.
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~~Siggy by Lembas~~
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