Nayru had snapped her gaze upon Sauron as he approached. Back straightening with hands clasping behind her back. Eyes, narrowing in contest but her actions would not betray him and his command.
“Not even a single hair? Seems tame. Who would deserve such /allowances/ from you?”
( @Darkenedsheelf )
Sauron looked towards her, a smirk on his lips.
“Once I bring our prisoner here, you will make sure she does not escape. I do not want a single hair on her head, touched. Do you understand?” Sauron spoke, eyes piercing.
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“I have looked in our old strongholds, signs pointed to underground, but with the dwarves choosing those mountains, getting inside was not a prerogative.”
Her chin dipped slightly, yet her gaze did not change.
“I had hoped, to find Gothmog, but I am afraid he may be buried.”
A single blink, and her movements found their way once again to her body. It had been so *long* without him that her body had forgotten how to react.
Pushing herself up upon her knees, blades setting to the side as the only light from the fire flickered between them both.
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Nayru remained sitting, even though she felt like she should pull herself up to her feet, or at the very least /kneel/, but she couldn’t force herself to move at all.
“I thought, that perhaps I could find and gather the other loyalists. Though tracking some of them down has
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Fighting the urge to flinch when the elf appeared from the shadows. Her hands stilled, though her grip on those blades remained soft, at ease.
“Sometimes, a little quiet is necessary.”
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅
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"Neled hoth. Dan caen meneg. Aragorn, hain cannot win hi cost. Hain are all going na bel-. "
(Three hundred.... against ten thousand.
Aragorn, they can not win this fight.
They are all going to die.)
#𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 https:/