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Post subject:  Posted: July 5th, 2010, 9:09 pm |
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(I'll get a post up soon guys. I have found my muse again. Also I finally made a banner for Maethoriel- making her scars was a trip and a half, but I think I got them okay. It's a little...graceful for her, but I had fun.)
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Post subject: Posted: July 6th, 2010, 4:13 pm |
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(Great, I'll be looking forward to your post, Maeth!  I like your banner - Maethoriel finally has an actress!)
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Post subject: Posted: July 6th, 2010, 7:25 pm |
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(I hope you don't mind Maeth going after Beor, Will. I think they would have some fun interaction. Also, I did power play him a tiny bit, tell me if it's too much)
Maethoriel continued to lean back content to listen to the other woman. She looked to her as she spoke and gave a wry smile. Maethoriel would hardly own to being the brains behind the operation as that would give her too much responsibility. No, Arawen could have that and use it as she would. The woman had told her as much that she avoided such positions of leadership for she certainly lacked qualities that lended others to be loyal or trust her. In this endeavor she would provide as many plans as she could, she'd be an advisor loosely associated. But if ever there were stories told and praises sung she'd rather not be included in them.
"Nay," she said dryly, her dark eyes fixated on the smoke curling up to the ceiling in pretty spirals as she spoke. "I will leave the explanation in your capable hands. I am not much for them, I tend to get...sidetracked," she finished with a wave of her hand.
The woman watched Beor closely as he stepped forward to Arawen and spoke of forgiveness. The half-elf's eyes closed and a pleased, but knowing smile crossed her features and mentally she jeered multiple variations of "I told you so." Her features sharpened as she heard steps pass her and the door close.
The chair clattered to the floor and her eyes blazed. She went after the boy, but not before turning and directing an order at Luthien and Arawen. The orders were cool and collected, bordering rude. She knew Arawen was well enough acquainted with her speech to know that she would do as asked. Maethoriel had not done or told her to do anything that had not had a good reason. She hoped the woman would not question her now. Luthien's order was expanded on though, given a clipped explanation as to why she should not follow the man she cared for so obviously.
"Explain to the child, Arawen I shall tell this one," she said before her eyes fixed on Luthien. The gaze was anything but understanding, yet there was no malice in it. "Do not follow. You may coddle him after, but hugs and petting is not what he needs now. I shall bring him back safely, you have my word," Luthien may not trust her word, but Arawen would be able to explain how binding those simple sounds were.
The woman opened the door and moved swiftly towards the sound of footsteps. It shouldn't have been surprising that the woman was swift, she was the only one known to leave Mordor as she pleased and it was not often that she wasn't chased. She caught the man's arm easily and dragged him back up the stairs. Her grip was stronger than expected, and no doubt would have been unbreakable (as she often demonstrated on the orcs) if this man was not to be under her care for several more weeks at least. As it was, she let him struggle and curse under his breath, but when his protests grew loud enough to reach below she swirled about the passage and held his back to the wall. Her eyes were obviously serious, with no look of madness or distraction though it was difficult for her to maintain.
"Listen to me, and listen well Beor of the Dunedain," she looked at him, a man who was indeed falling to pieces and although she tried valiantly she could not find it in her to pity him. She herself had been imprisoned Dol Guldur whose evils still ate at the forest that was once Greenwood for many years for the sake of a dwarf king and his jewels and foolish wizard. She, as was evident, had escaped if in less than perfect condition. There were only two who actually knew of the stay for certain, the dwarf king was dead and the wizard spoke not of it.
"You will be the death of that girl you hold in such high esteem if you continue this decent into darkness." Her voice was a hiss, but earnest and in no way pleading. This was his own choice to make just as it had been Arawen's. "You are not bound to this quest, but you will honor those who wish for a better life. When you are back in the cells if you wish to continue and let yourself rot then you may and we will leave you in peace. But now you will sit quiet and stay hidden or you will be worse than even Arawen. You had no chance of escape before and now you would give it because a few ideas had been turned on their head, would you give her life because of your weakness of character, your inability to accept? I should have thought you a better man," she finished while pulling him once again down the hall where lay Arawen's quarters, letting him mull over what she had said if any of it had gotten into his thick skull.
The door opened and she pushed the man inside with a little more force than was necessary. The door locked behind her. The woman leaned forward and picked up her fallen chair which she sat back into once more. She fumbled for her pipe which she place back into her lips. It took her a moment of puffing to gain her wits where she looked at Arawen and gave a nod followed by a comment to Luthien where she gestured to the stunned man she retrieved.
"Coddle away if you so please."
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Post subject: Posted: July 7th, 2010, 11:07 am |
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(Here’s my next post! The plotline’s getting pretty exciting.
And The Mouth is just so mean! O_O)
Arawen listened with a strange, half-smile as Maethoriel mentioned her unwillingness to play the part of leader. That was so like her, not to want the entirety of responsibility for a difficult task. If there were ever tales to be told about the grand escape of the prisoners of Mordor, Maethoriel would not want her name marked down as ring leader. Arawen did not mind too much; but this meant that it was even more important that she gained the prisoners’ trust, if she was to be granted with official leadership.
Arawen turned her head as she heard footsteps behind her, and she heard Beör’s whispered words of forgiveness. Something in her expression froze in that moment; she remained very still, looking at him, her frost-blue eyes unwavering. Her confusion almost bordered on a frown. He forgave her? She took note of the way he avoided her gaze, almost as if he was ashamed. Arawen opened her mouth to speak, but before she could make a reply the man had turned away and exited the room.
Arawen stayed still and silent. He forgave her. Did this mean, at last, that he finally understood the conditions that had brought her to be as she now was, that he understood why it was she obeyed the Mouth? Still facing the closed doors of her wardrobe, Arawen lifted her head. She could scarcely believe what Beör had just said. She had thought that she would be forever looked upon as a traitor to her people, as some sort of monster. It felt as if the man had handed her humanity back to her, something which had been stolen from her long ago against her will.
Arawen turned around with her usual composure, facing Maethoriel as the woman approached her and issued out an order with her usual clipped efficiency. “Very well,” she said shortly. The half-elf’s blunt manner did not really bother her, but it was obvious that it bothered Luthien when she was handed out her own orders.
Luthien’s eyes flashed when Maethoriel referred to her as a child, but she kept silent and gave a small, dignified nod, trying hard to push back some biting reply. Bristling at a slight was not what was needed at the present time, especially in the situation they found themselves in. She watched as the door closed behind Maethoriel. She had wanted to follow Beör herself to try and talk some sense into him, but obviously the half elven woman had taken that task upon herself.
She turned to look at Arawen, who met her gaze with cool consideration. The young woman walked over towards her desk, the tattered skirts of her red gown trailing behind her. She leaned against the exquisitely carved piece of furniture and observed Luthien.
“So,” she said, “I assume that you have decided to accept our proposed help?” her tone held no hint of the mingled emotions which had taken hold of her. She appeared as calm and professional as she always did. But Luthien was no fool. She had heard, with her good hearing, Beör’s whispered forgiveness, and she guessed that it had affected Arawen more than she allowed to show. She stepped forward towards the young woman who was not that much older than she was, but who led so different a life.
“I think it’s rather obvious that I have,” she replied. She offered a small smile, and that tiny expression warmed her fresh, innocent features like a light. She wanted to encourage Arawen to smile back. “But I heard what Beör said to you. He forgives you.”
Arawen nodded slowly. “Yes,” she said, after a small pause. “Yes, he did say so.” Her voice had still not lost it’s official tone; it was hard to shake off, that smooth exterior of polite indifference, which Arawen had maintained so long in order to protect herself.
“I expect you’re glad of it,” Luthien persisted. “It must gladden your heart, that someone no longer resents you and despises you.” She stepped a little closer. “I want you to know that I think you’re doing a very admirable thing, trying to help us out of here.”
Arawen looked at the girl, as if trying to make some sense of her character. Luthien’s ability to put things aside and look towards the future astounded her. She was a person capable of friendship, of trust; and, judging by her behaviour towards Beör, love. She seemed to resemble quite a bit of what Arawen had left behind, all those years ago, when she had been brought to Mordor.
“Only the other day,” she pointed out, “back in the cells, I threatened you. I spoke cruelly towards you, and you spat in my face. How can you forget it?” she paused, something in her voice changing a little. “How can you decide to trust me?” She wanted an answer to that question.
“Because you’re a human being,” Luthien replied, instantly. “You’re made of flesh and blood, just like the rest of us. You have a heart beating inside of you. And you have proved that you’re not simply some emotionless creature, you have showed kindness. You gave me that potion to ease the sickness the Mouth’s black magic gave me.” Her grey-blue eyes were very steady as she spoke. “I believe that you can still save yourself.”
Arawen stayed silent, Luthien’s words echoing in her mind. She loosely gripped the edges of her desk where she stood, wondering if the girl was right, if she could still be saved. She felt decidedly odd, as if she had been filled with warmth. But she still did not want Luthien to see the vulnerability there lurking under the surface, and so she turned, walking around to sit behind her desk in her usual, upright way, not leaning back against the padded backrest.
“You don’t need to explain to me, by the way,” Luthien continued, deciding to revert back to the conversation about the escape plan. “I understand. I want this more than anything; I want all of us to be free.”
A small, amused smile somehow found it’s way onto Arawen’s cold features. It was not an unpleasant one; it was a real smile that had crept up on her despite her unwillingness. And the oddest thing accompanied it. A laugh. “That is well, then,” Arawen said. “For I don’t desire to have to persuade you.”
Luthien’s smile brightened, and she was about to reply when the door to Arawen’s chambers was flung open, and Maethoriel pushed Beör inside the room, and then sat down once more. She had obviously given him a talking to, but Luthien did not like how much force she used. She immediately went forward, ignoring Maethoriel’s words about “coddling”.
“Beör? Are you alright?” she went to his side, slightly hesitant. She put her hand gently on his arm, wondering what it was exactly that Maethoriel had said to him. Standing by him, her expression was one of worry, mingled with the hope that the ranger would agree to join in on their plan for escape. If Luthien were to find her freedom again, she did not want to find it without him.
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The Mouth grinned as Calanon seemed to lose his enthusiasm for fighting him. As it always did, physical force and threats had won the argument. Still gripping Morwen’s wrist with his iron grip, the Mouth sneered upon hearing the murmured Elven words exchanged between the two prisoners. He found the Elven speech amusing, an archaic language which symbolised nothing more than fool’s hope, a desire to cling to the past. He liked to ridicule the Elven people – if they were so very grand and noble, then why did they flee in growing numbers to the shores of the sea, abandoning Middle Earth to Sauron’s dominion? The Mouth saw this as nothing more than common desertion, but it pleased him; if the “free peoples”, as they called themselves, did not gather together under one banner to fight, then there would be no chance of victory for them. It was only in Mordor where true “loyalty” was to be found, he believed – working and fighting for one’s own gain, and power. Nothing more was required.
“It pleases me that you’ve decided to see sense, at last,” he finally said. His gravelly voice held the unmistakable ring of triumph. “I’ll keep my word; you stay on your best behaviour and not a head will roll. At least not yet.” He smirked. “Now, I think a little trip would benefit us all. How would you two like to accompany me?”
He lifted a gloved hand, and the door to the prison block flew open. He called in a strange, ugly-sounding language, presumably that of Mordor, and two orc guards came running. Between them they carried something that clanked and was obviously quite heavy; an iron chain, set with two shackles. The Mouth gestured to Calanon and Morwen, and the orcs chained them together, so that they carried the long chain between them, the iron shackles around Calanon's left wrist and Morwen's right wrist.
“Excellent,” the Mouth decreed. “Worry not, it’s only a way of making sure you don’t try another little escape. The both of you have proved yourselves troublemakers, and I can’t allow disorder amongst my prisoners.” As he spoke, a thought struck him, and he wondered about the fate of the two prisoners he had sent out of his chambers. Maybe they had wandered a little too far and had met the edge of some uruk blade. But what was far more likely was that Arawen had probably taken them to her chambers for the time being, and was giving them a strict warning. After all, she may have refused to finish off Morwen for him, but she was still a stickler for order.
As if he had decided upon something, the Mouth nodded. “Follow me, then,” he announced, and led the way out of the cell block, gesturing for the two elves to follow him, accompanied by the guards. He led the way along the hallway. It was quite a distance to walk to Arawen’s chambers, but that did not matter, at least, not to him.
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Post subject: Posted: July 7th, 2010, 9:40 pm |
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Morwen continued to squirm, though she flinched, as did Calanon, when the Mouth spoke the language. Neither liked hearing it at all, and it showed. Morwen saw the chain and she flinched sharply, while Calanon's expression was... passive. Morwen fought with the orcs a bit, but with one wrist held by the Mouth, and her energy being sapped there, she could hardly put up a fight on the shackle going around her thin wrist. Calanon let them snap the other around his wrist and he moved next to Morwen and touched her hand gently, to reassure her. Morwen smiled, then rubbed her free wrist when the Mouth let go of it.
The two followed, with Calanon supporting a good deal of the weight, knowing it was doing nothing to help Morwen at all. Morwen, with her free hand, touched a spot just above her right shoulderblade, looking pained.. something she wouldn't show when the Mouth was looking. Calanon looked at her worriedly, and whispered softly, "It still troubles you?"
Morwen shook her head, indicating she wasn't going to talk about 'it' here. They'd talk later, for now.. they needed to worry about what was in the near future.
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Post subject: Posted: July 14th, 2010, 7:43 am |
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[ No problem Mae.. I liked your post, Maethoriel is just so unkind..  ]
Beör had walked down the hallway in a daze. He seemed to be stunned with all that happened. A range of emotions, which he'd believed he would ever feel again, had he succumbed to the last hours. As soon as it became clear that his future was very dark, when he came to Mordor, he made a pact with himself never to feel anything but hatred again. Being numb meant that there was no pain about things which were lost, there was no remorse about decisions made or things that had been told. It could make life more bearable, more simple.
Now with the past events the Ranger felt like he'd been taken in a whirl of emotions. It scared him how much he emotions he actually could feel. It pained him that he'd become as weak to yield to his emotions. It felt like loosing control..
Caught deep in his internal struggle, Beör did hardly hear that the half-elf had followed him and he looked up in alarm when her iron grasp locked around his wrist.
"You!" he called out with venom in his voice. But Maethoriel ignored his and started to drag him back to Arawen's quarters. He struggled to get free from her clutch but her hold was surprisingly firm, and Beör's strength had diminished, as his body had weakened over the years by the torment and lack of food.
Suddenly she pushed him against the wall and looked at him, her gaze seemed clear and focused, unlike the last time he'd encountered her. Her hiss was cold, almost impatient, when she uttered her foreboding words.
“This is Mordor. Darkness is upon us all,” Beör retorted sneeringly and as he spoke for a split second a spark of madness could be spotted in his blue eyes.
Quietly and unmoved he listened to the rest of Maethoriel’s preach, though his brow furrowed, suspicious of this action which obviously held no benefit for her. Upon hearing her final scoffing remark, his expression became one of incredulity.
“You dare to judge over good and evil?” His voice was hardly louder than a whisper, yet cold as ice. “You, who knows nothing of goodness nor have exerted any in your life..?”
But whether the woman hadn’t heard him or just ignored him, the Ranger couldn’t tell as Maethoriel, quite stoically, continued to drag him back.
He was shoved into Arawen’s chamber without another word. Again the tensed atmosphere fell upon him like a blanket, thick and suffocating. Suddenly his legs gave away and Beör sank on the floor, mentally as physically fatigued. He felt that he could not look at either Luthien or Arawen and was all the more conscious of Luthien’s light touch, which had slipped from his arm. He could not say anything in reply to her worried question.
In that moment of silence Beör’s keen ears picked up a low and but steady sound, slowly approaching Arawen’s chamber.
“Listen..” he said with a hoarse voice and in the dead silence they could hear it all. Footsteps..
“We might have company..” _________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
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Post subject: Posted: July 25th, 2010, 12:16 pm |
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(Hey! I'll post soon, but I was wondering if you guys would be interested in having an off topic discussion thingy like we do for KAWEOTH? Because I want discuss plots, I love the plotting.
@ Will: Haha. I know right? What's really sad is this is her being like uber nice...yahno for her. I love Beor's little breakdown, though. It's so real. There aren't enough real characters around.)
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Post subject: Posted: July 25th, 2010, 7:07 pm |
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[ I made a plotting thread! So go here! for some nice plotting! ] _________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
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Post subject: Posted: July 27th, 2010, 7:52 pm |
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Maethoriel relaxed into the chair that was serving as her recliner. Her thoughts drifted over what Beor had said to her, the words were meant to sting, she knew but it had been long since she actually cared for the words of others. They were true, she supposed except for one.
"You dare to judge over good and evil? , who knows nothing of goodness nor have exerted any in your life..?" These words she knew were not meant to amuse her, but still she could not resist the smirk that tugged at her lips when she considered them. It reminded her of Arawen and her question of trusting her with words.
These people, younger than herself did not understand the way words or actions worked apparently. "If anyone could judge good and evil it would be me. If it is as he says, then I must know my way around evils very well and should quite be able to distinguish them from good. They should be so against my nature that it would be impossible not to recognize one from the other, she pondered. Although she realized such thoughts were useless to her now, her mind couldn't help going over them and twisting them about. She supposed the Ranger expected something from her with those words spat at her.
A recounting of all the good things? Good... the thought caused her to slip into memories that were not good at all, but perhaps they were associated with the word all the same. Darkness. Nothing but darkness and groans. She was young again and she could save them both. Chains...a king....new names acquired. As all these things rushed over her she began to spin her knife and tap her foot. Then, quite suddenly the Ranger's words broke her reverie - which caused another smile since they had began it.
Company, was the only part she actually caught. Her chair was on all fours again and she stood quickly looking to Arawen with a nod. The girl would understand.
She could not be found here with them, the Mouth would notice that something was amiss. She was not to take these prisoner's under her wing and it was known that she disliked the Mouth's favorite servant. To see her sitting there would cause him to take note and to see what was going on under his nose. That would not do.
Although she wanted to go without a word. With nothing left, not even a spark of magic for the Mouth to notice, she needed to let the woman know what was going on. "Arawen," she said to catch the woman's gaze. "Light the lantern should you need me."
Suddenly, Maethoriel was not there. There was no smoke or crack or light like that which issued from her boots or fingers when she wished to express her anger in a more visible form. No ghost trick. She simply, was not.
For the second time that day, Maethoriel found herself on the edge overlooking Mordor. Once again there was a moth fluttering around, it carred little news and no message from the man she tried to get in touch with. She let out an exasperated sigh and waved her hand dismisively. The moth took it as a cue to leave.
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[ Bumpish ] _________________
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Post subject: Posted: August 25th, 2010, 2:58 pm |
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(Sorry for the wait, guys!  )
Arawen’s expression immediately hardened as she heard Beör’s words. Company. She could hear what he alerted them to, the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps walking along the corridor towards her chamber. There were several pairs of footsteps, and she was aware of the jangling of chains accompanying the steps. She did not need to try and guess who was coming to see her; she recognised the Mouth’s presence in a heartbeat. The cold tingle that went down her spine was enough, as was the hatred that filled every inch of her being whenever she thought of her master.
She stepped away from her desk, the very epitome of cold indifference, giving the tiniest nod of acknowledgement to Maethoriel, who proceeded to simply disappear. Arawen gazed momentarily at the spot where her questionable ally had been standing. Of course, the half-elf could not have been found here; her presence would lead to too many questions. The women’s mutual dislike and distrust was infamous in Mordor; the Mouth would not accept that Maethoriel had simply popped in for afternoon tea.
The Mouth’s footsteps were getting closer. Very soon he would call out Arawen’s name in a barking command, not bothering to knock on her door politely. Arawen acted quickly, striding across the room and taking hold of Luthien’s arm, pulling the Gondorian girl away from the door and forcing her into a sitting position on a stool by her desk. Glancing briefly at Beör, Arawen decided to leave him where he was, slouched on the floor. It was in character for him, and Arawen wanted this scenario to look as real as possible.
Luthien watched Arawen closely, her heart thudding. The approaching footsteps sounded terribly ominous; she dreaded being in the Mouth’s presence again. She feared his use of black magic, now that she knew the effect it had upon her. She felt sick just remembering the rush of icy air that had hit her, filling her lungs and choking her. But she refused to let the Mouth conquer her thoughts – she could fight him, inwardly at least.
She felt Arawen’s wintry blue gaze on her, and felt a little disarmed. The smile that Arawen had worn only a few moments ago had utterly drained away, replaced by the woman’s usual dispassionate, numb expression. Luthien got the feeling that Arawen was preparing herself for the Mouth’s presence, freezing her emotions so that her master would not be able to sense anything of what had occurred here.
Arawen glanced away from Luthien as she finally heard the call. “Arawen!” The footsteps had come to a halt outside her door. The hoarse rasp of the Mouth’s voice deepened Arawen’s hatred all the more, her need to betray him, to see him dead. But she had to let those feelings go. Smoothly, she strolled towards the door, her footsteps even and graceful. She took her time. When she opened the door, the doorway framed the Mouth, two elven prisoners, and a little bunch of orc guards standing to attention.
The Mouth grinned at Arawen. He may not have been able to see her, but he could sense her as he always did. He sensed her cold indifference, and nothing more. He could not reach any of her thoughts, and so he assumed that she had none of particular importance. He could not have been more ignorant of the mutinous thoughts that danced round and round Arawen’s mind in procession. “Arawen,” he repeated her name again. “I have two more here for you.”
He yelled over his shoulder at the orcs in the black speech; Arawen was disgusted that she was able to fluently translate the language of Mordor by now. The Mouth was ordering the orcs to bring Morwen and Calanon into her chambers. They obeyed his command swiftly, grabbing hold of their prisoners roughly and filing past Arawen into the room.
“Very good,” Arawen replied, throwing a casual glance over her shoulder at the orcs who now milled about her room, curious of their surroundings. “You may remove your guard. I have no need of them.”
The Mouth nodded, summoning them back to his side by raising one hand. He bared his teeth in an unpleasant grin. “Of course, you don't need particular assistance in these matters,” he remarked. “Do you remember a time when I had to find ways of forcing you to handle such situations correctly?” The casual quality in his voice sickened Arawen as he harked back to the days when he’d put dark enchantments on Arawen that would force her body to disobey her, making her torture prisoners.
Arawen shrugged her pale shoulders, as if she too recalled those times, but the memories were not of much significance to her. “A long time ago,” she said, her tone utterly blank. As the last orc passed her she reached out and snatched the creature’s wrist, causing it to squawk in alarm. This little charade needed to be convincing. She twisted his wrist hard until the orc screeched out in agony, before she released him, shoving him back hard. The orc toppled over, landing on his back; his pale green eyes round with fear, he scuttled backwards.
Arawen heard the Mouth’s harsh laugh of approval. “You certainly know how to keep the scum in line, Arawen. I’ll leave you to your work; report back to me later. By the time you’ve finished I want a group of nice, willing little workers in the place of bitter prisoners.”
Arawen nodded her head in pretended assent, and watched as the Mouth turned away, shouting to the orcs to follow him. She stepped back into her chambers and closed the door behind her. She remained deadly silent, leaning back against the door and listening. She did not move until the footsteps had faded. Only when she knew that the Mouth had well and truly departed, did she step forward, her mask of ice dropping from her face.
She looked at Morwen and Calanon, glancing at the irons around their wrists. After a moment she stepped past them towards her desk, removing a small key from one of the drawers. Arawen fitted the key in the lock of the shackles, and their irons dropped from their wrists down to the floor.
Luthien hesitantly rose up from her seat. She had been keeping a close eye on Arawen, and she wanted to know what the woman would do next. But first, she approached Beör, who still knelt on the cold marble floor. She crouched down beside him and carefully slid one arm under his shoulders, helping him to his feet. Her blue-grey eyes observed him momentarily as she wondered when he was going to start talking again. But Arawen’s voice alerted her to the situation now at hand.
“Would everyone care to listen?” her voice lacked it’s former ring of detachment, which she had adopted in the presence of the Mouth. “There are things that you all must be aware of, that you must know. Please, do sit down.” She went to sit behind her desk again, feeling absurdly like a teacher surrounded by unwilling pupils. Maethoriel’s disappearing act was beginning to feel extremely inconvenient; she had hoped that the woman would help her to explain, but as it was, it seemed left down to her.
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Morwen and Calanon were led to the doorway and Morwen tensed when she recognized it. Calanon looked at her, worried. As the two were more or less dragged into the room, Morwen flinching at the orcs' touch, Calanon watched Morwen's reactions. Morwen's eyes flickered form Arawen, to the other prisoners, to the Mouth, and back to Arawen.
Once the Mouth left, Morwen showed surprise when Arawen freed the two elves. Calanon inclined his head, "Thank you." Morwen looked surprised and wary, but didn't sit when Arawen bade them too. Calanon sat on the floor silently. Morwen watched Arawen with slightly cold eyes.
"I'll listen" Calanon said calmly, pinning her with a calm look.
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As Maethoriel took her leave, Beör glanced at Luthien through a curtain of long blond hair. But in his eyes lay a sort of wild look; a look of a caged and desperate animal. Deep inside him hate, anger, fear and confusion still stirred, as uncontrollable as a monster, still tormenting him.
Beör could sense that Luthien felt some disappointment or at least confusion but he somehow he could not say anuthing that might comfort her.
The footsteps became louder and louder; threatening, foreboding evil. The cold voice made Beör shiver and suddenly the monster deep inside him had quietened, only fear remained. The presence of the Mouth was so dreadful, that the Ranger could only despair. His usual shield of coldness and sarcasm slowly seemed to have vanished.
He sat still on the floor, leaning against the wall of Arawen's chamber, wishing he could blend in with these cold stones, which had seen and heard so much over time. He tried not to listen to the ghastly laughter and menacing words of the Servant of Sauron, but could not shut out the memories which his remarks evoked. Memories of Arawen, of Morwen, memories of darkness. Beör felt that he slipped further and further in the shadows. Closing his eyes to exclude everything, he tried to resist.
When finally the Mouth had departed and Luthien crouched beside him on the floor, he opened his eyes. He now looked at her with pain in his eyes, ashamed of his weakness. As she helped him on his feet, Beör tried to hold her gaze, ignoring Arawen and the other prisoners completely.
"Is this what you want to do?" he finally mumured softly to Luthien. He was still torn by conflicting fears: fear of everything that happened down here and fear of what was waiting out there. By not joining the escapees he realised what fate was waiting for him. But if decided to go as well, than the unknown would be waiting for him, which seemed much more terrifying. About one thing Beör was sure: whatever would happen, if they even survived their escape, than nothing would be awaiting him there..
[Sorry for the darkish post guys.. The weather has been gloomy all day here and I just felt like posting this.. ] _________________
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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
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