Oct 1, 2015
Oh, Eru. I forgot I used to be called “asking-arwen”.
going back through the tag rn. i miss you fuckers
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Oh, Eru. I forgot I used to be called “asking-arwen”.
going back through the tag rn. i miss you fuckers
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*Blinks in surprise*
"I'm sorry... Did I misunderstand you? You looked offended." She apologised, straightening her back. "Do you drink wine?" She asked, pulling a bottle out of her bag.
Murazor shook his head slowly. "I cannot eat or drink, but if you are in need of a glass I have some... beakers I could offer you."
"Your brother?" She repeated, her mouth falling open ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, sir, I had no idea..." She commenced, taking a few steps closer. "Your brother had no right to tell you to give up your freedom, none at all." She assured him, though she was sure her opinion wouldn't mean much. "Forgive me, I never should have asked, it was not my place. Could I stay here for a few more hours, please? Ada expects me to take hour long walks everyday to help me cope with Elessar's death." She asked
"...Death?" the wraith asked, tilting his head all the further. "I was not informed that Gondor's king had passed." He extended an arm, indicating that she was allowed to stay if she so wished it, and said no more.
His mind was caught between the confusion brought on by her words and the indignity brought on by her assumptions. Silly Elf child, to even imply that Atanamir had willingly subjected Murazor or himself to the fate the rings brought with them.
"Of course." She sighed, turning to walk away. As she got to the nearest tree she quickly spun around, "why did you do it? Become a servant to the dark lord?" She asked, frowning as she did so. She didn't mean to sound rude but she was disappointed in him and everyone else that accepted such power. "Wasn't your life good enough before, sir? Forgive me for being intrusive and rude but I don't understand why you would want such responsibility."
The question made him retch. "I..." Murazor began, letting his jaw fall slack. He wondered now exactly how to answer. It was a fact he had accepted and cataloged in his mind without question. He had been Sauron's thrall since the ring Heruya first took hold of his spirit, but why? He had never even considered that.
"Because.. I..." he began, uncomfortably. "I did what my brother told me to."
"Apologies, sir." She curtsied, shaking her head. "It would seem that way. There are empty inns and rooms in Imladris, sir?" She suggested, retuning to her usual height. "Is there anything I can get for you? It must be a pain, sleeping in the woods?"
The wraith narrowed his eyes and craned his neck, instantly suspicious of the She-elf's exceptional generosity. "I do not sleep, my lady, and I have a residence. I've no need for a room, and I have no desire to stay in Rivendell itself, in part because I am far from welcome there."
"Murazor." Arwen spoke gently, curtsying. "I wasn't expecting to see you so close to Imladris. Usually my walks don't consist of meeting Nazguls. Is something wrong?"
Murazor stared for a moment, tilting his head, then bowed apprehensively. "Wrong? Nay, I... This is where I live. My home has been in the woods of this valley for many months now. If you have not seen it yet perhaps I am finally doing something right."
// Almost finished with Arwen's starter on corrupt finally, but I think I should really sleep, night all