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woman-of-secret-shadow:
The vampire smiled at his half-smirk. “You misunderstand, Mairon.” she purred as she listened to him intently. “When we joined temporarily, we share the same power and, as the power is absorbed, it becomes part of me.” she answered his question in brief. Choosing this moment to think about how she would explain it to someone who obviously was not versed in such things. This notion alone, that the lieutenant was still vaguely innocent, made her chuckle. Thuringwethil stayed close to him, however, as she now sought to clear up his bemusement. “The process is only painful for those that are sensitive to such, like the Children, but for Maiar, it is those that are bound to their fanar that feel such pain.” she paused. “As you and me are equals in that respect, and choose to shift our forms and do not wish to remain bound to one fana, the process is more pleasurable because we can control such things. If we will it, we can change our sensitivity to such and thus pain is little to us.”
Choosing to rest her head on his shoulder, she whispered in his ear. “For instance if it is painful, we can numb those sensations, only permitting for pleasant sensations to seep through.” she explained. Thuringwethil then thought of his words earlier, the fact he needed convincing only meant that he had not been shown properly, if at all.
Instead, she now looked upon him with a rare shine of kindness and her voice softened. “Mating is nothing to me, except another way of gaining pleasure that one could not gain otherwise.” she shrugged before she met his gaze, moving to face him directly, no matter how fierce his eyes were. “I, myself, admit to curiosity with mixing activities, but then I haven’t had the opportunity to meet an equal.” she paused and allowed a rare piece of herself be revealed with a sigh. “Someone who wants to do wondrous things and has all these things holding them back, someone who is willing to do whatever it takes and someone who, I believe, shares my opinion on most things. For example; it is a waste of time to be simply talking.” Thuringwethil didn’t realise how close she was to Mairon until she had kissed him but she pulled back flashing him an almost apologetic smile before turning away.
“I do not need to convince you.” she smirked to herself. “You have a mind of your own, use it lieutenant. Perhaps you can give me an answer soon once you have considered it, no?” she chuckled before she shifted her form into that of a large bat and flew out the window to join her other bats.
'I see, so it is the weaklings that our Master had you kill with such methods,' he drawled. Mairon still refused to back away, despite her encroaching closer into his space. Even when she laid her head on his shoulder, he shied away in neither fana nor spirit. If anything, his spirit flickered in question, watching her thoughtfully. She met his searching gaze with a light in her eyes that Mairon barely recognized--so rare was it to see a gentle countenance in this harsh land of cold rock and sharp stone. It made him only more curious, and he listened intently to her words, intrigued by the wistfulness in her tone. So caught up was he in his thoughts that he, too, barely noticed her proximity until her lips had pressed against his.
His spirit flickered again in bemusement. Mairon recognized the gesture as one the Children and the beasts used to communicate affection and desire. For his part, he remained motionless, neither breath nor heartbeat gracing his lips. His golden eyes glittered in amusement as she smiled sheepishly at him and turned away. Perhaps drinking the blood of the Children had made her internalise too many of their ways, he mused to himself, even as she spoke her challenge. But before he could speak again, she had shifted shape and flown into the night.
‘Intriguing,’ he said into the empty darkness of her tower. Mairon could not deny he was curious, even as his skepticism lingered. As he made his way down the winding stairs of the tower, returning to his duties, he let the matter slip from his mind. There were more important concerns to attend to. The vampire would be obliged to wait some time for his reply.
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Then his flaming eyes he on them bent, / and darkness black fell round them all. / Only they saw as through a pall / of eddying smoke those eyes profound / in which their senses choked and drowned. / He chanted a song of wizardry, / of piercing, opening, of treachery, / revealing, uncovering, betraying. / Then sudden Felagund there swaying / sang in answer a song of staying, / resisting, battling against power, / of secrets kept, strength like a tower, / and trust unbroken, freedom, escape; / of changing and of shifting shape, / of snares eluded, broken traps, / the prison opening, the chain that snaps. / Backwards and forwards swayed their song. / Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong / Thû’s chanting swelled, Felagund fought, / and all the magic and might he brought / of Elfinesse into his words.
Tolkien, J.R.R.. The History of Middle-Earth III: The Lays of Beleriand. Ed. Christopher Tolkien. (London: HarperCollins, 2002.) 230-1. (The Lay of Leithian, Canto VII)
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“Agreed.” She stated, she followed and mirthfully inspecting the rows of material. There was simply everything to choose from. Truth be told, she was a little overwhelmed.
Aurelia was like a kid in a candy shop, “Rhodium and a Steel should do finely as a base.” She crossed her arms, taking another look through and smiled. “You don’t have an adamantiun, do you?” She jested, “Nevertheless, before I can make the finer, more personal details… the inner workings must be, perfect.”
Mairon selected the materials she named, but looked at her with a bemused smile at her next words, which she seemed to speak in jest. ‘What is adamantium?’ he asked, meeting her eyes curiously as he carried the items back to the work table.
While waiting for her answer, he peered at the diagrams in her book again, thinking about the steps needed to make the inner parts. Once he was ready, he held the raw metals in his hand in front of her. ‘There are two ways to shape metals. The tedious way, and the natural way,’ he drawled with a grin. ‘This is the natural way.’ He showed her how his spirit was heating the metals. They hovered an inch above his hands, and slowly became warm, then hot, until they were malleable and soft. ‘Then, one can shape them as one desires.’ Just to show her, he moved the rhodium with his mind, willing a tendril of it to rise from the rest, and form delicate branches like a tree. ‘It is not a skill one can master in a day, however,’ he told her, heating the metal again. The tree melted back into the lump.
Legeril shuddered under the maia's harsh gaze, the menace in his eyes causing her to wince. She was in such pain she barely registered his words. Seeing him turn away from her she curled herself into a fetal position. She struggled when he moved to grab her throat but by now was too weak fight. The fear coursing through her veins caused her to scarcely feel him slit her throat. Blackness overtook her vision and just as she was wondering if death had overtaken her she heard his voice. ~N
Mairon held the ring to which he had bound the elf’s soul. ‘It may take some time before you learn to “see” without the aid of your hroa,’ he said. ‘But perhaps you can hear me already.’ Though he spoke with his voice, Mairon conveyed his thoughts directly to her mind as well. Her hroa lay motionless on his desk, but her fea was visible to him, a little light in the world of wraiths. When she settled into her new state, the dark shadow of his presence would be visible to her, too, though Mairon kept it under wraps to deceive the elves of Eregion.
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