Angmar Bound, Chapter 2: Where Shadows Lie
Sept 2, 2023 21:39:28 GMT -5
Post by Eonwë on Sept 2, 2023 21:39:28 GMT -5
Auros:
A low voice carried in the night, sounding the notes of the high-elven tongue. "It's not even halfway through second watch and you already stir. Do you actually sleep or do you just pretend to set others at ease?"
Auros stood up, pushing himself off from the wall against which he'd perched, answering in the same tongue. "It depends on my mood. How do things look?"
Telperos shook his head. "There's nothing out there, at least not orcs. If you want to see it, you're still too early."
Auros leaned against the wall next to the window, a watchful eye focused on Telperos. "What is this thing? Surely no shade of the Atani could have you so concerned?"
Telperos glanced up at Auros, the look of someone hunted again flashing in his eyes. "One of the Atani? I don't think so. It's... some watchful presence that wanders the city. I have not before met its like. I do not fear the dark, or the foul things that creep under its cover, but I find this thing unsettling, as if it bears a fate I should not wish upon my worst enemy; a fate that, but for different choices, I could have borne. You've ventured to enter places ill-advised. Perhaps you've been unfazed by things that would make another's blood run cold. Perhaps this thing will mean nothing to you. I know not what binds it here, whether it haunts the city by its own will or anothers', but I almost pity it."
Auros nodded. He could see the earnestness in Telperos' face, hear it in his voice. "I suppose I'll have to judge for myself after all. What of our mission? What do you think?"
"I think you have your work cut out for you. Everything here looks prepared for a long sojourn. Perhaps the one who prepared it has some connection to the one you seek. Perhaps not. I hope we find something of use, but if it's here, I believe it's in that cellar." Telperos' mood lightened as he glanced up at Auros' hardened expression. "How is she?" Telperos pointed to the sword on Auros' right hip.
"Aldawë brought it to me."
"I see." Telperos frowned.
"I was going to see her, then something important came up."
"What could be more important ---" Telperos' scowl didn't even have time to form. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have set out again. It doesn't seem to have gone well for either of us."
"I made my decision, and you made yours. She would understand."
"She would've sent you after me. She would've come with you."
Auros smirked. "Indeed. Besides, I wouldn't say it's been ill fortune. You've found your father's trinket, and we've found you. I think we'll need all the help we can get before this mission is over."
Telperos glanced around the room, then took up the conversation in the Sindarin tongue. "Aye. I'll leave the cellar to you. I shall take Master Frali with me to the smithy in the morning, and we'll see if there's anything of import to be found. There's a tower in the center of town that should give an excellent view of the surrounding land. Someone positioned there should be able to see anyone coming from a distance. I don't think we'll need an archer up there, but that's up to you. I would suggest someone to --- wait. This is too early!" Telperos glared through the cracks in the shutter. "It's never come this early!"
Auros nudged Telperos out of the way. A menacing presence, a cloud of fog, poured through the street, lurching toward the guardhouse. Out of the cloud a form coalesced. One might consider it a fair visage, but something was off about it, something Auros couldn't discern until it drew closer. Auros could see the face, the eyes. It was fair, but hollow and cold. The warmth of life and the love of it had long since left those eyes, and all that shone in them now was a forlorn desire for what it could not have. The form halted before the door to the guardhouse. Recognition sparked in its eyes. It reached an arm towards the door, and the hand looked to be as firm as Auros' own. For a moment the missing warmth returned; only a moment. The hand flickered and faded. The warmth vanished as fast as it had come, and the hollow was filled with hatred and rejection. The visage twisted until it became as hideous as an orc's. The face screamed at the door, but no sound ushered forth. The face turned upwards and again took up a silent wail. The form faded back into the cloud, mouthing a curse for all living, and retreated down the street towards the cellar.
A low voice carried in the night, sounding the notes of the high-elven tongue. "It's not even halfway through second watch and you already stir. Do you actually sleep or do you just pretend to set others at ease?"
Auros stood up, pushing himself off from the wall against which he'd perched, answering in the same tongue. "It depends on my mood. How do things look?"
Telperos shook his head. "There's nothing out there, at least not orcs. If you want to see it, you're still too early."
Auros leaned against the wall next to the window, a watchful eye focused on Telperos. "What is this thing? Surely no shade of the Atani could have you so concerned?"
Telperos glanced up at Auros, the look of someone hunted again flashing in his eyes. "One of the Atani? I don't think so. It's... some watchful presence that wanders the city. I have not before met its like. I do not fear the dark, or the foul things that creep under its cover, but I find this thing unsettling, as if it bears a fate I should not wish upon my worst enemy; a fate that, but for different choices, I could have borne. You've ventured to enter places ill-advised. Perhaps you've been unfazed by things that would make another's blood run cold. Perhaps this thing will mean nothing to you. I know not what binds it here, whether it haunts the city by its own will or anothers', but I almost pity it."
Auros nodded. He could see the earnestness in Telperos' face, hear it in his voice. "I suppose I'll have to judge for myself after all. What of our mission? What do you think?"
"I think you have your work cut out for you. Everything here looks prepared for a long sojourn. Perhaps the one who prepared it has some connection to the one you seek. Perhaps not. I hope we find something of use, but if it's here, I believe it's in that cellar." Telperos' mood lightened as he glanced up at Auros' hardened expression. "How is she?" Telperos pointed to the sword on Auros' right hip.
"Aldawë brought it to me."
"I see." Telperos frowned.
"I was going to see her, then something important came up."
"What could be more important ---" Telperos' scowl didn't even have time to form. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have set out again. It doesn't seem to have gone well for either of us."
"I made my decision, and you made yours. She would understand."
"She would've sent you after me. She would've come with you."
Auros smirked. "Indeed. Besides, I wouldn't say it's been ill fortune. You've found your father's trinket, and we've found you. I think we'll need all the help we can get before this mission is over."
Telperos glanced around the room, then took up the conversation in the Sindarin tongue. "Aye. I'll leave the cellar to you. I shall take Master Frali with me to the smithy in the morning, and we'll see if there's anything of import to be found. There's a tower in the center of town that should give an excellent view of the surrounding land. Someone positioned there should be able to see anyone coming from a distance. I don't think we'll need an archer up there, but that's up to you. I would suggest someone to --- wait. This is too early!" Telperos glared through the cracks in the shutter. "It's never come this early!"
Auros nudged Telperos out of the way. A menacing presence, a cloud of fog, poured through the street, lurching toward the guardhouse. Out of the cloud a form coalesced. One might consider it a fair visage, but something was off about it, something Auros couldn't discern until it drew closer. Auros could see the face, the eyes. It was fair, but hollow and cold. The warmth of life and the love of it had long since left those eyes, and all that shone in them now was a forlorn desire for what it could not have. The form halted before the door to the guardhouse. Recognition sparked in its eyes. It reached an arm towards the door, and the hand looked to be as firm as Auros' own. For a moment the missing warmth returned; only a moment. The hand flickered and faded. The warmth vanished as fast as it had come, and the hollow was filled with hatred and rejection. The visage twisted until it became as hideous as an orc's. The face screamed at the door, but no sound ushered forth. The face turned upwards and again took up a silent wail. The form faded back into the cloud, mouthing a curse for all living, and retreated down the street towards the cellar.