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| Tweet Topic Started: 5 Sep 2008, 08:40 PM (844 Views) | |
| Deleted User | 5 Sep 2008, 08:40 PM Post #1 |
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His long strides beat a path along the dusty ground. Several feet on either side, large Uruk-hai kept pace. Behind him, he could hear the growls and snarls of the Wargs and their Orc riders. His own horse, one of the black steeds left over from the herds of the Ringwraiths, trotted with clipped steps. They were quickly approaching the town called Esgaroth. All manner of men and elves converged here in this small wooden city, and the Hand of Sauron would have to be careful to avoid detection. It was not the people here he was eager to meet. This was the place where the great dragon Smaug had met his demise. The one who had killed the dragon was known to the Hand of Sauron. His heirs were not incorruptible, but it was not worth his time to try and seduce information from them. He was here to see the Long Lake, Smaug’s resting place, and the lands of Dale that had once been ravaged by the dragon. If it was possible, he would see the Lonely Mountain too. Among the carnage and horde of the dragon might be some magical trinket. The beasts were well-known for collecting such things. “I’m going into the city,” the Hand of Sauron stated to his Uruk-hai guards. “Stay here. If anyone sees you, kill him.” Although not fond of going without the Uruk-hai, they would have to do until the Hand of Sauron could find a reliable man, dwarf, or elf to accompany him on these journeys. He strode off into the distance towards the road that ran into the town. To anyone watching that path, he would look like just another man of Westernese come to visit Rhovanion. |
| Deleted User | 9 Sep 2008, 07:31 PM Post #2 |
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It would be amongst the men and elves of Esgaroth that Leoynna made her first stop. Having thought out her trek thoroughly, the Gray Witch had decided that although the small wooden city was a little off her destinations path it would be useful for trading and bartering for materials she'd needed. Also having had been there before, was a bonus and knowing the way made the journey a little easier for a traveler on her own. Not to mention that the distraction of the busy trading post was a welcomed one that took her from the worries and fears of her heart. Upon reaching the edge of Esgaroth, the hood of her mothers cloak was pulled up and used to shield the lengths of her long sable hair and the full identity of her features. The Gray Witch not so well known to be recognized but more honestly did not want to attract unwanted attention. Her visit would be swift, in and out, to gather the necessities before continuing along the road of destiny by herself. The Gray Witch started to plunder into the bag at her hip, digging into its tiny recess to pull out the first item of value while her free hand played upon the amulet that rested steadily between her breasts. Since the first time she had put it on, the day her mother died, to this moment as she stroked it tenderly Leoynna had begun to feel a change in its prowess. She'd come to understand, as much of the magic of middle-earth had, it too would wan and that Nihdira would be one of the last true Gray Witch's born. Though the legacy would linger and the amulet itself would pass down through the generations as an heirloom. Leoynna knew that Nihdira would be the one to carry the last of it's powers. At one of the trades tables, Leoynna made her first stop. Her bartered items containing some scraps of good strong metals, rare dyes for crafting clothes and precious gem that held no great power but could be melted down for other useful purposes or crafted into an elaborate piece of jewelry for a king or queen. All of which she asked for the highest value of coin for or food that could last a few days journey without spoiling. |
| Deleted User | 10 Sep 2008, 02:25 PM Post #3 |
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This town had become even more worthless over the years, the Hand of Sauron thought, as he weaved his way between the wooden houses and vendors’ stalls. Humans were mostly an idiotic species. Wood was weak. It was corruptible. The sweet smell of rot lingered in the air everywhere he turned. The foundations were stained green from the lake algae. There was nothing to see here. The Hand of Sauron had only just turned to leave when he felt it. A tingling surge of power in his core. There was someone magical in this wretched city, and they were close by. His cold grey eyes scanned the pedestrians. They were all plain people in neutral colored clothes. He spotted nothing extraordinary about them. And then he saw the woman. His breath slowed and a veil of enchantment fell over him. Not the kind created by spells and incantations, but the natural charms beautiful women had over him. The features were so familiar. Dark hair, light eyes, and a certain air about her that told of her power. She might have been a friend from his natural life on Numenor. It was then that the Hand of Sauron felt the magnetic pull of the magic. An ironic grin lifted one side of his lips in what he considered a smile and others called a snarl. He made his way over to the woman. “We both seem like strangers in this town,” he said to her, inclining his head. It was true. The plainness of the woodsmen and villagers could not compare to their Numenorean blood. “I am Fairion of Dol Amroth, son of Gurothos.” OOC: The names are aliases. Fairon = son of the right hand, Gurothos = shadow of death |
| Deleted User | 10 Sep 2008, 08:49 PM Post #4 |
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At last the trading had been done and the Gray Witch had collected the last of the coin she would get from the palm of the man's hand. They had bartered a long time over the pretty gemstone she had to offer. Going back and forth about facts or reason's why the piece might've held lesser or greater value. In the end it had been enough for Leoynna to accept and without hesitance secure in the small purse bag at her thigh. It would be enough, it had to be enough to get her to Gondor. Once there she would either find Nihdira immediately or look for work that would tide her over until her daughter was found. For now, she'd leave it to faith. Then Leoynna felt him before she even saw him. Like a cold thieving hand in the dark night that promised no warmth or salvation from its grip. His essence was crisp and cold and as sly as the cockeyed smile on his face. But his features weren't harmful or dangerous and in fact, oddly handsome in his way. What with his ebon curls and mysterious gaze. By his gait he was a proud man but by his demeanor and robes seemed no cause for concern or presumed hostility. So Leoynna met his gaze and out of polite courtesy bowed her head in greeting. "Well met, Fairion of Dol Amroth. I am Leoynna, Daughter of Ledol." She hesitated when it came to disrobing her hood, flicking her eyes in all directions before she'd slowly reach backwards and pluck the tip of her hood down to slopes of her shoulders with a smile. It freed up her hair to bounce to life, the long sable locks spilling out as silk ribbons from her crown and down well past her shoulders. Settling nicely to frame around her face and dramatically contradict the bright blue with it's deep shade. In truth Leoynna never worried to be recognized, by name or by face, there were so few that knew her origins or of her existence outside of fairy tales told by scribes. It was intuition that poked and prodded at her reasoning to take these cautions, needless as they might be. "You've a keen eye for the out of place, it's true. I'm a stranger here also, same as you. Merely Passing through to exchange goods and be on my way again." |
| Deleted User | 12 Sep 2008, 07:01 PM Post #5 |
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He did not repeat her name, although he locked it away in his memory for safe keeping. The Hand of Sauron had despised names ever since he forgot his own. He preferred titles. They were more powerful by far. No one shivered to hear Fairion, but to hear The Hand of Sauron sent shockwaves to the core. It was unfortunate that he could not always reveal himself, particularly now that he was without magic protection. Once he found the power he needed, however, there was not a person in Middle-earth who could stop him. He had not put his life-force into a trinket like his master Lord Sauron, nor so angered the Valar they would descend upon him, like Morgoth before him. "You've a keen eye for the out of place, it's true. I'm a stranger here also, same as you. Merely Passing through to exchange goods and be on my way again." The Hand of Sauron’s lips twisted, but this time he had no delusion that it was a smile. A vicious leer covered his features, much like a ravenous wolf that has spotted his prey. He leaned in closer as he spoke. “It is not my eye that has found you a stranger. It is something much deeper.” He reached forward, as if to touch to her breast, but his fingers found the chain around her neck instead. He touched the fabric of her cloak and felt the gentle bump of an amulet’s cord there. What hung from her neck, the Hand of Sauron was not certain, but he knew it was there and that it had some power still. “Now tell me who you are, and perhaps, I will do the same.” |
| Deleted User | 15 Sep 2008, 03:26 PM Post #6 |
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The world, for those moments he approached, seemed to tighten and narrow of the space that had generously once been spread around them. As if the space between them had taken a large breath in and held tightly until it was blue in the face. His crafted movements a language of all their own with his fluidly smooth gait and the mastered precision of each step. Her insides curled over in her stomach and that initial gut instinct that had so foolishly been silenced, screamed out its warnings against the man who called himself Fairion of Dol Amroth. Time elapsed and he lifted his hand towards her breasts and to the sacred piece that cradled between them. It was his move for the amulet that gave the most cause for her reaction, as she snapped her hand up and grasped his wrist with steady fingers and a firm hold. The very blue of her eyes twisting, as unpredictably as the turbulent sea, from the calm balmy bright blue to a darker, formidable foe. "Leoynna" Her voice strained with grave impatience as she forces it to his ears again as if he hadn't quite heard her the first time. While beneath her cloak the amulet pulses and beats in tempo with her heart rate. A lazy crescendo that tells more of self-control than any true source of fear. She is brave and true. Convicted in all true forms of the word that shows through her eyes and tells through the pleasant, plush shape of her lips. "There is nothing deeper here than that of knowing who I am, Friend. And I assure you if you'd think me otherwise you'd be gravely mistaken." She insists as she holds his wrist inside her grasp, unwavering in its release, that is until its pressure and the tingling sensation of his fingers humming just a bit above her cloak move away instead of reaching closer. |
| Deleted User | 16 Sep 2008, 01:48 PM Post #7 |
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The Hand of Sauron looked at his wrist in genuine surprise. No one had dared touch him in over four hundred years, lest he touched them first. He snapped his wrist around quickly so that his fingers brushed against the smooth skin on the inside of her palm. How he would love to have his mark branded into her flesh. “You misunderstand me,” he crooned, the leer still present on his dark features. “Your name is of little consequence and I mean you no harm. I simply want to know what you are, for you certainly are not only a woman called Leoynna.” His fingers continued to stroke the soft flesh of her hand. He calculated how much strength she had and if he could drag her back to the Uruk-hai guard without arousing the suspicion of the townspeople. “Mostly, though, I want to know what this is,” he continued, touching again the cord under her cloak. “It is not as powerful as I need it to be, but it is a good start.” The Hand of Sauron unmasked his features and voice for the first time since Lord Sauron’s demise. The centuries of wrath, bloodlust, vengeance, and evil flooded into his gray eyes and across his youthful features until the blackness made him appear nearly inhuman. “You must be curious how I knew what you wear around your neck when no other human can sense it. Tell me what you are, and you may have some answers of your own.” |
| Deleted User | 16 Sep 2008, 09:40 PM Post #8 |
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Stone cold blue eyes flicked nervously back and forth into the crowds. The last thing Leoynna had desired was for a scene that brought on unwanted attention and the intensity of their conversation was crackling bright like electricity. He was fast as a feline, wicked with speed the way he snatched her palm beneath his touch with a feathery touch. His voice smooth as silk assuring her he meant her no ill will, though the Gray Witch's gut was having none of it. "I understand you perfectly." she insists with a brawny conviction. Her palm still spread open over his fingers while her own slim appendages wrap around to the back of his hand like little hooks. His eyes deepened, a dark funnel cloud of chaos that baited her stare and held it in its spiraling grasp. She could feel his essence like the lurking beast beneath swamp waters, a predator merely waiting for the right moment to strike. "Curiosity," she speaks through gritted teeth, "is not a quality of mine." Stubbornly refusing to confess her secret, her true identity to him as beneath their feet the ground rumbles in protest ever so slightly. |
| Deleted User | 17 Sep 2008, 01:17 PM Post #9 |
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The ground was shaking beneath his feet. This was the only thought in the Hand of Sauron’s head for a full minute. He looked from the dusty earth to the woman in front of him with enlightenment in his eyes. This was getting him nowhere. He changed tact in an instant, like a graceful dancer spinning one hundred and eighty degrees and keeping his balance with no effort. His face cleared and returned to the darkly handsome gentlemen he had once been. “Is there nothing you want in return?” he asked silkily. “Something you seek or wish to know? I’ve lived many years and have many disposable resources at my beck and call. Name your price. How much is this secret worth to you?” And if this tact did not work, the Hand of Sauron had one other. He would not be held back by one woman who possessed only a marginally powerful object. There was little hope of his finding Lord Sauron’s power again, however, and he would need all these little trinkets together to make himself immortal once more. |
| Deleted User | 19 Sep 2008, 06:26 PM Post #10 |
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In truth, there were thousands of questions that flew through her head that she could have asked the man. Who he was or what he was truthfully after the top amongst them but Leoynna knew better than to take that bait. The sheer vitality of the darkness that had spurred inside his eyes was enough alone to tell her not to trust him. "There is nothing you could possibly have to offer that my heart desires. Everything that I seek and want to know lies in the belly of Gondor." It is now that she starts to back pedal. Attempting to put a few feet of space between herself and the male. The fineness of her mouth and the heart shaped slope of her cheek bones, jaw and chin holds the beauty of Elven Queens. Her hair is simple and enriched with waving curls. Her skin a creamy silken peach. All things beautiful no doubt but it is in the end the cold, steely look in her eyes that the surface of her power skims. As hard as diamonds and just as vibrant. The type of gaze a man might love to sink himself into if it weren't for the current frigid temperature of them. "Our time together is spent, you'll understand as I have a journey to continue and night falls all to quickly." Pausing in movement, she tilts her head just a little but never lets the vice like stare of her eyes free of him. "Farewell" |
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