Fire and Ice : Valentine's Day on Caradhras (Everyone)
Jan 31, 2018 10:49:56 GMT -5
Post by Durin's Bane on Jan 31, 2018 10:49:56 GMT -5
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Snows fell heavily above as winter deepened upon the Redhorn Gate. Caradhras stood tall and firm against the rollicking winds.
Durin's Bane had awakened from a great sleep at the roots of the Barazinbur. The evil in the deeps had risen upward. The once great dwarf city of Khazad-dûm had been diminished to nothing but the abyss of Moria, and even the peaks of the mountains here were corrupted by Morgoth's influence and what had been laying dormant below. Mortals and Elfkind alike knew the great malice that Caradhras had for all living creatures; man, elf, and dwarf.
Snow and ice was melted down around the great bonfire lit by the Balrog, and high walled paths were burned through the whiteness on the tracks it had made between to and from the serving table.
It would not be Valentine's day without a Valentine of his own, so the Balrog had the trolls and goblins find one for him and bring her up to sit in a seat of honor made of snow and ice. Merely a dwarf queen of ancient days that Durin's Bane had taken a fine fancy to. Her skin had rotted away to nothing but bone, though she was still a rather whole skeleton, bedecked with old dwarvish jewels that his orcish slaves had come upon in the passages.
Beautiful… Durin's Bane thought, as he moved to touch one of the jewels hanging from the hole where her ear should have been. The bone charred at his touch and crumbled, the hot earring falling and melting through the snow chair below. The demon bellowed with the sound of a roaring forge, and a tiny goblin quickly scrambled to chip the earring out of the ice and affix it back to a non-crumbling part of the skeleton. The roar of Durin's Bane quickly returned to a heated sizzle, and he nodded his gratitude as he moved away from his Valentine back to the barbeque he had set against the stone cliff face. The fattest warg the orcs could trap was roasting on top of it; hair and all burning in the dim sunlight that filtered through the snowflakes.
Now, it was time for the guests to arrive.