”What sort of a question is that?” The man replied, a smile growing on his face. “Nearly all of us can. See,” he pointed at one cell which had been opened. Nothing appeared to be in it.
“Hey, Taras, over here,” Tytus called in that direction speaking to no one.
A few seconds later, Iver felt a hand on his shoulder. When he looked there was nothing there.
“So, which one of you lads woke me up? What time is it? How long have we been under?” A voice erupted through the air right next to him, someone was speaking but there was no body there. None that he could see, anyways.
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”My name is Joplin and I want you to fuck off.” The man flipped Daugo and Arandil off, taking a step back.
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Crack. Crunch. Crick.
He swallowed. He had heard it all. He saw it, even. How each one of them died by that bastard’s hands. Tulkas....
The name itself made him red with anger. He exhaled. He knew what was to come. He foresaw it. But it could not be true? Could it? He couldn’t die here. He hadn’t even started. His vengeance was yet to be realized. Eru had not tasted loss yet. But then this fat, raunchy oaf comes and destroys everything.
Melkor slipped his hand into the gauntlet and walked through his personal chambers collecting everything he needed. He could escape. Run. Start in the Far East or in the south. He could hide and wait out the storm. Manwë and the others still feared him. If he did run it would be eons before he could pose a threat to the likes of Tulkas. His followers had been decimated, his Karoltai defeated, and now his most trusted of generals, his ally, his friend, the closest thing he had to a child, his Mairon, was going to be executed. He knew it in his heart. Mairon would die here. He had just brought him back. But was Mairon’s life above his? No. It was not. Unfortunately for Mairon. He may have raised the Maia on his own, turned him into a weapon that could make war on the Valar themselves, but he could make more weapons. Mairon was expendable.
He inhaled and continued to loot his room as Tulkas executed his Maiar. Soon he would be far from this wretched land and move into hibernating. After that he’d avenge the losses suffered this day and finally slay that indomitable witless fool.
Morgoth’s eyes glanced at the last item in the quarter. It was displayed on his pedestal and he paused, examining it. The original had been buried under the Beleger long ago. This new one was improved but lacked the battle-scars that it had gained. He fondly remembered beating Manwë and Varda and thrashing Ulmo with it. Then the memory changed and he saw that over-confident elf. Fingolfin. Seven strikes. He exhaled, reached out and grasped the hammer of the pedestal, admiring his own workmanship.
”Grond.” He said, fondly.
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”No.” Tulkas said, stoically. He grabbed ahold of Azura’s head and snapped her neck.
Sigeric saw this.
Eönwë swallowed. ”Tulkas, it was my fault he did this. If I had pardoned him instead of sent him to speak with Manwë, if I had spoke on behalf of the King, then he would not have led to the disasters of the Second and Third Ages. Mairon may have never committed those crimes. Please, I beg of thee, on my behalf I absolve him and seek penitence for his misdeeds.” Eönwë offered himself up, dropping his blade and kneeling before the Vala.
”No. Mairon’s sins shall be paid for by him and him alone. Your heart is large, boy, but it will be your downfall. Do not trust this snake. If he were in your position he would sit back and watch as you died. No, he will receive no mercy from me. Now stand back and avert your eyes if you do not want to watch this.”
Tulkas’ right hand around Sauron’s skull. He could hear the beat of Tulkas’ heart like a war drum ringing through it. He felt the cold steel of a Maiar-blade press against the back of his neck.
”O’ MELKOR!!!
Tulkas roared at the Obsidian Fortress, ”I hold your beloved in my hands. Come out or I stab him with the blade. Oh yes, you know which one I speak of, brother. No matter how much you exert yourself, he will never be brought back from that dark and dreary place. You have to the count of ten to show yourself. Otherwise, I kill your precious lieutenant.” He whistled, ”ONE!”
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Morgoth listened from inside the his room. He opened the door and hastened out towards the hall. It was empty. His guards had either joined the fight and died or were heading to control the swarming experiments in the dungeons. He had released them of his own choice. They would be useless to him now and deserved to die with dignity. At the very least they’d cause some trouble to Tulkas when he’d break down the fortress. He would be gone along with all his possessions.
He heard Tulkas’ speech. Threatening Mairon. He shut his eyes and opened them. Mairon meant nothing to him. He was just a lost boy he had saved. Just a few memories. Nothing to him. He could find another one. Breed another Mairon. He was nothing to him. He turned and walked down the hallway towards the throne to collect his final item, the crown.
”ONE!”
His breathing shallowed and he halted dead in his tracks when Tulkas at that.
“Hey, Taras, over here,” Tytus called in that direction speaking to no one.
A few seconds later, Iver felt a hand on his shoulder. When he looked there was nothing there.
“So, which one of you lads woke me up? What time is it? How long have we been under?” A voice erupted through the air right next to him, someone was speaking but there was no body there. None that he could see, anyways.
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”My name is Joplin and I want you to fuck off.” The man flipped Daugo and Arandil off, taking a step back.
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———-
Crack. Crunch. Crick.
He swallowed. He had heard it all. He saw it, even. How each one of them died by that bastard’s hands. Tulkas....
The name itself made him red with anger. He exhaled. He knew what was to come. He foresaw it. But it could not be true? Could it? He couldn’t die here. He hadn’t even started. His vengeance was yet to be realized. Eru had not tasted loss yet. But then this fat, raunchy oaf comes and destroys everything.
Melkor slipped his hand into the gauntlet and walked through his personal chambers collecting everything he needed. He could escape. Run. Start in the Far East or in the south. He could hide and wait out the storm. Manwë and the others still feared him. If he did run it would be eons before he could pose a threat to the likes of Tulkas. His followers had been decimated, his Karoltai defeated, and now his most trusted of generals, his ally, his friend, the closest thing he had to a child, his Mairon, was going to be executed. He knew it in his heart. Mairon would die here. He had just brought him back. But was Mairon’s life above his? No. It was not. Unfortunately for Mairon. He may have raised the Maia on his own, turned him into a weapon that could make war on the Valar themselves, but he could make more weapons. Mairon was expendable.
He inhaled and continued to loot his room as Tulkas executed his Maiar. Soon he would be far from this wretched land and move into hibernating. After that he’d avenge the losses suffered this day and finally slay that indomitable witless fool.
Morgoth’s eyes glanced at the last item in the quarter. It was displayed on his pedestal and he paused, examining it. The original had been buried under the Beleger long ago. This new one was improved but lacked the battle-scars that it had gained. He fondly remembered beating Manwë and Varda and thrashing Ulmo with it. Then the memory changed and he saw that over-confident elf. Fingolfin. Seven strikes. He exhaled, reached out and grasped the hammer of the pedestal, admiring his own workmanship.
”Grond.” He said, fondly.
————
”No.” Tulkas said, stoically. He grabbed ahold of Azura’s head and snapped her neck.
Sigeric saw this.
Eönwë swallowed. ”Tulkas, it was my fault he did this. If I had pardoned him instead of sent him to speak with Manwë, if I had spoke on behalf of the King, then he would not have led to the disasters of the Second and Third Ages. Mairon may have never committed those crimes. Please, I beg of thee, on my behalf I absolve him and seek penitence for his misdeeds.” Eönwë offered himself up, dropping his blade and kneeling before the Vala.
”No. Mairon’s sins shall be paid for by him and him alone. Your heart is large, boy, but it will be your downfall. Do not trust this snake. If he were in your position he would sit back and watch as you died. No, he will receive no mercy from me. Now stand back and avert your eyes if you do not want to watch this.”
Tulkas’ right hand around Sauron’s skull. He could hear the beat of Tulkas’ heart like a war drum ringing through it. He felt the cold steel of a Maiar-blade press against the back of his neck.
”O’ MELKOR!!!
Tulkas roared at the Obsidian Fortress, ”I hold your beloved in my hands. Come out or I stab him with the blade. Oh yes, you know which one I speak of, brother. No matter how much you exert yourself, he will never be brought back from that dark and dreary place. You have to the count of ten to show yourself. Otherwise, I kill your precious lieutenant.” He whistled, ”ONE!”
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Morgoth listened from inside the his room. He opened the door and hastened out towards the hall. It was empty. His guards had either joined the fight and died or were heading to control the swarming experiments in the dungeons. He had released them of his own choice. They would be useless to him now and deserved to die with dignity. At the very least they’d cause some trouble to Tulkas when he’d break down the fortress. He would be gone along with all his possessions.
He heard Tulkas’ speech. Threatening Mairon. He shut his eyes and opened them. Mairon meant nothing to him. He was just a lost boy he had saved. Just a few memories. Nothing to him. He could find another one. Breed another Mairon. He was nothing to him. He turned and walked down the hallway towards the throne to collect his final item, the crown.
”ONE!”
His breathing shallowed and he halted dead in his tracks when Tulkas at that.
