Fire and Ice : Valentine's Day on Caradhras (Everyone)
Feb 28, 2018 12:01:12 GMT -5
Post by Durin's Bane on Feb 28, 2018 12:01:12 GMT -5
Durin's Bane looked on in what could be considered pleasure, the rasping grate of his purr rolling out as two of the fair haired people came forth, close enough to singe their hair. They were looking on the beauty of his Lady. The Lady of the Mountain, she would ever be known!
“Uh… my Lady. It is… a cold day we're having. Must be warmer year round… down in the mines...”
“What my husband means to say is we wish to thank you for the hospitality.”
He smelled the cozy odor of smoldering hair and nodded in approval, before realizing it was only the warg skin. Tantalyzing. If the Balrog were of mortal kind and needed eat to fuel his fires, this would certainly be the first delicacy he would take of mortal food. Everyone present should be bowing and thanking him for his great offering. For this blessed party upon the mountainside.
“Yesssss, Lord Bane. Lord Durin’sssssss Bane! Yesssss, the Lady is the loveliessssst here.”
This Zulgha was a pleasure to have at the feast. It seemed only he so far… he… or she? For the female-garment it was wearing brought confusion to the Maia. Of all present, only Zulgha was realizing the true beauty and wonder of his decomposing Lady. So beautiful. So treacherous.
And so… so….
The music!
His minstrel had arrived, and he cast another light of sickly glow upon her as she began to play her harp; a lovely tune that combined well with the forces of wind and snow and fire upon the mountainside. Durin's Bane hummed along in contentment as more figures began to approach through the darkness.
Khamul, yes, servant of Sauron. Sauron was of the Maiar as well, yes, but no more powerful than Durin's Bane. Why should Sauron have such servants when he did not have his own. It was rings he used to own his slaves, was it not? Durin's Bane had rings… rings a plenty, and bangles. All the treasures left behind by greedy dwarves.
He let out a roar upon the Nazgul. A roar of welcome and benevolence. Perhaps by evenings end he could persuade him this way. He needed a wraith himself to do his biddings about the Mountain.
It was then that Durin's Bane heard whisperings and mutterings. Still yet there were two of fair hair who had not spoken at all to his lady, even upon his command. They spoke only to each other. He roared again; this time the sound of a screeching metal caught up in a whirlwind, and he pointed to Eofor and Eothain. If things did not right themselves soon, he was going to need to take action.
Ceolmund
Runa
Captains
Khamûl
EOFOR
Eothain
“Uh… my Lady. It is… a cold day we're having. Must be warmer year round… down in the mines...”
“What my husband means to say is we wish to thank you for the hospitality.”
He smelled the cozy odor of smoldering hair and nodded in approval, before realizing it was only the warg skin. Tantalyzing. If the Balrog were of mortal kind and needed eat to fuel his fires, this would certainly be the first delicacy he would take of mortal food. Everyone present should be bowing and thanking him for his great offering. For this blessed party upon the mountainside.
“Yesssss, Lord Bane. Lord Durin’sssssss Bane! Yesssss, the Lady is the loveliessssst here.”
This Zulgha was a pleasure to have at the feast. It seemed only he so far… he… or she? For the female-garment it was wearing brought confusion to the Maia. Of all present, only Zulgha was realizing the true beauty and wonder of his decomposing Lady. So beautiful. So treacherous.
And so… so….
The music!
His minstrel had arrived, and he cast another light of sickly glow upon her as she began to play her harp; a lovely tune that combined well with the forces of wind and snow and fire upon the mountainside. Durin's Bane hummed along in contentment as more figures began to approach through the darkness.
Khamul, yes, servant of Sauron. Sauron was of the Maiar as well, yes, but no more powerful than Durin's Bane. Why should Sauron have such servants when he did not have his own. It was rings he used to own his slaves, was it not? Durin's Bane had rings… rings a plenty, and bangles. All the treasures left behind by greedy dwarves.
He let out a roar upon the Nazgul. A roar of welcome and benevolence. Perhaps by evenings end he could persuade him this way. He needed a wraith himself to do his biddings about the Mountain.
It was then that Durin's Bane heard whisperings and mutterings. Still yet there were two of fair hair who had not spoken at all to his lady, even upon his command. They spoke only to each other. He roared again; this time the sound of a screeching metal caught up in a whirlwind, and he pointed to Eofor and Eothain. If things did not right themselves soon, he was going to need to take action.
Ceolmund
Runa
Captains
Khamûl
EOFOR
Eothain