» Thu Apr 10, 2008 1:16 pm
The night was dark. The night had always been his lair, always, since he could not show himself in daylight any more. And so it was again. The night was the place to hide for those who wanted to find without being found themselves. To hunt with being hunted. To dominate, to rule, to kill, to hurt.
And not only.
Hades was fed up with blood. In the first years after the fall of the eye he had held his feast. He had killed so many people, he did not remember. Some by fear, others by force, all of them with boredom. It was so easy. They were.... nothing... not even flies. Nothing. Nothing.
And he had been alone. All the time since the eye had fallen, all the time before, since the eye had risen, alone, except fort he brief moments, when he chose a victim and mingled in his thoughts, fed himself on the feelings of another being, of someone alive. All the other time was alone.
But no more, Maybe.
The other was sitting face to him in the cave, a place only they would find again, a place to see if there was anything in common. For, in the last months, in many places Hades had found fear. Much more fear than before, much more than the fear of his presence. Fear had been there before him. And he had not liked. It was his to spread fear. Who was walking on his path? Who was playing his game? Victims had been marked with the eye again, the eye he hated so much. He still remembered the day when his broken body had failed on the shores of Middle Earth, more than age ago, when the wave after the fall of Numenor had just ebbed. He still remembered how it felt to float among the bodies in the salty water and to watch the birds pick out their eyes, their tongues, their guts. And not to die. He could feel the claws of the birds, sometimes, on his face. He felt the flesh of his face decomposing, he could smell how he rotted himself. But he did not die. And then, in the end when he was crawling on the shores of Middle Earth, Sauron had been there. He still had a body then, walked on that beach. Hades remembered the taste of the sand in his mouth, his pleading look up to the height of that, what had once been a Maia. He remembered the feeling of the iron shoe on his arm and the spit on his face. And he remembered the hand stretching out to take his ring from him. Not one word, not an outstretched hand, not even a complaint, so little was he worth now in the world after Numenor. And he remembered the eye then, how it was, burning already even if there was still a face around it. You could not run from his gaze. He hated the eye, ever since. He tried to forget the years when he had prayed to him as if he was a God, when he had been drunk on the power given and promised by the eye. And he remembered the hatred only. He remembered it every time when he saw the sign of the eye, when he heard the name of the eye, he remembered it now, when the other, sitting face to face to him tried to perceive his face under the hood.
But he did not tell.
„Do you not wish the return of our master?“ asked the other. Hades knew little but his name. He had hunted him, the other evil, who marked his victims with the eye, Mordarias. The other had a horde of little worms with him who believed themselves evil because they were able to throw a knife in throat without reason. What did they know! What did they know about evil! Had he still been able of it, Hades would have had a smirky smile on face, a look of disdain and yet greed. But not only was his face without any expression. He was so deeply hidden in his hood, he could not be seen. But he felt like it bothered Mordarias. The other wanted to see his face. But it would never come so far. For a second, Hades played with the thought of killing the other, right here, right now. But no. There was something about him… something different he could not exactly tell, something he had not met before. He might not be so easy to kill – even for an expert like Hades. Elves took longer to torture and kill than men and this was no elf, but no man either. And then, if someone wanted the return of the eye, he should be surveyed closely. The eye must not return. It was his turn now, Hades turn, Hades time. It was not yet time to unveil himself in any sense. Not yet time to show his face, to show his thought, it was time to spy.
“Do you not wish the return of our master? Do you not wish the eye to watch us again?” Mordarias asked again. And barely noticeable Hades nodded. “Sauron is like a father to all evil in Middle-Earth. He made me. I had one of his Rings.” A mumbling sound of astonishment went through the cave - the other had brought a slave or two with him. One who had carried a Ring. If they mistook him for a fallen Nazgul, Hades did not say a word to define who or rather what he was.
Mordarias bent over to him, so close to his hood that he might have even captured a glance of the ravaged figure under it. But the shadow under it was too dense. Mordarias whispered. Except Hades, none could hear a word, or even only the tongue which both used to speak to each other, Although now it was only Mordarias speaking, whispering, a secret between the lords of the Night.
Then was silence.
And in the silence, Hades rose to his full height. And for the flicker of a moment only, it seemed even Mordarias was surprised what it meant to face this figure of darkness in power. But if he feared, he did not show. And in the silence, Hades spoke.
“I shall aid your quest. I will find the trail you are looking for.”
And when already leaving the place of their encounter again, Hades wondered if the other had perceived his true aim. There had been question about someone to find. Someone who should be on the road now, somewhere in this Middle-Earth which the innocent friends of stupid kings believed safe. He should find her. But then, if it was someone, whom Mordarias was so desperately seeking and if it was his wish to bring the eye back into power... or if not, as he had said later. Among the Lords of the Night, Lying was a vain word, for which truth did they have? Denying an alligiance was as good as admitting it. For whomever, the Mordarias-named wanted power. Power for the Eye, Hades would hinder it at any price. Power for someone or something else, Hades would hinder it a high price.
Hades was sure to be able to find anybody. So far he had not even lied. But what he would do then, once he had found her, only he knew.
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