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| Annatar | Jan 7 2008, 06:32 PM Post #1 |
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| maya | Jan 8 2008, 05:11 PM Post #2 |
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After quite a long and tiring journey, they entered Lothlorien. Sauron was could feel it, getting closer and closer, his Precious. Everything else had seemed unconsequential up to now. Still, the Golden Forest reminded him of another life in another place... a place that once had been his home, a home he had discarded to follow his love. He did not regret that choice, he had never regretted it, regardless of the hardships that followed. If he could turn back time and do it all over again, he would not have changed his choice. With a sigh, he stopped the horse by a clear stream and turned to Celebrimbor. "We should allow the horses to rest for a while" he said. It's not like he would admit that he himself was tired as well. |
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| Annatar | Jan 12 2008, 01:26 PM Post #3 |
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Celebrimbor dismounted so they could allow both horses to rest, and he went to Sauron, taking him in his arms with a smile. "My beauty, my fair darling, so now we yearn for the same things, your happiness is my happiness, your desires are mine. I will spare nothing to see that you prevail and attain that which you need to be safe and happy, perhaps even to find some measure of peace as well. I love you, my darling Annatar, Fairest of the Fair." He smoothed the golden curls away from the flawless forehead, and leaned closer, kissing it with the most tender and loving of touches. So their bond was coming to the fulfillment of it, he was now Sauron's utterly, in every possible respect and sense, and would no longer balk at his lover's desperate needs. The Ring, that accursed, hateful Ring! They had to save it, had to get it back, for Sauron would never see it be taken away from this world and find ANY peace. The horses were rested after a time, for they were elven and very powerful, and the two set off once more, at a fever's rate, to reach the Ash Naz in time. (( OOC Gates of MM )) |
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| maya | Jan 14 2008, 06:16 PM Post #4 |
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As they rode in an almost break-neck speed through the woods, a horrible realisation slowly began to claw at Sauron's ever active mind. They had been following the Ash Naz's trail and those who had stolen it for weeks now, and each day brought them closer to Mordor, to Barad-dur, to Orodruin. Orodruin. He held fond memories of the place, of its incessant fires. Being a creature of fire himself he had felt most at home there, out of this entire world. He had created the Ash Naz in its infernal flames. He could still feel heat - what to him seemed like the gentle caress of a mother to mortal appeared a scorching whip that flayed the flesh off their bones. The Precious was born in the fires of Mount Doom, and only the fires of Mount Doom could extinguish its Power. When that thought finally took shape within him, he let out a howl of rage that shook the woods and darkened the sky. This is what they wanted to do. They were going to destroy his Ring, they were going to destroy part of his very Fea. Rage and sheer terror blinded him and coloured his vision red. He would not allow this. He would rend them limb from limb with his bare hands if they ever tried to do that to him. |
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| Annatar | Jan 15 2008, 03:13 PM Post #5 |
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Racing as the Enemy was racing, the Elf and the Maia tore through the countrysides like twinned bolts of lightning, flashing onwards past all that lay before them, soon all put behind them in bursts of preternatural speed. This was a race they had to attain victory in, and the thought that Sauron might even actually perish if they failed here, was something he could scarcely bear to even think on at all. No. They WOULD prevail, they would-----and -----the Outer Gate of the Dead City loomed, and the eternally youthful Elven Lord saw what he dreaded most: They had indeed failed, and there lay ahead the host of the Enemy, and the White Istar at the head. "Sauron, they lie ahead, we must give battle, yes--? Or--flee? I will do whatever you desire, my Love. Only give the command, and I will follow---but we are sorely outmanned--where are the Ulairi? Do they not know your dire predicament--call them, you must!" (( OOC to the Gate of MM )) |
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| maya | Jan 16 2008, 09:07 PM Post #6 |
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The scream that tore through Sauron's throat was inhuman in its intensity and rage, it was a howl, the call of a bird of prey. He was summoning his most trusted lieutenants to aid him in this desperate time. He called, and they responded, brought on the black wings of the monstrocities they rode, nine black shadows across the vibrant sky, carrying doom in their wake. He allowed the mortal mask that covered his Maya features to fall and rose in all his terrible beauty and power, a creature of pure fire riding on top of the large elven warhose, glowing hot and bright. The time for battle had come. (( OOC to the Gate of MM )) |
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