Utumno
Pain.
That was all he felt. A screaming pain inside his head coupled with the physical pain of his broken body. For days, weeks, months, the Black One had tortured him, taking pleasure in his pain and delight in his weakness as he begged for mercy. But the Black One would never ask him anything - he was not being interrogated. For what was there to know? The Quendi had no knowledge of either this Black One, or the ones that he had once mentioned as 'the Western Lords.'
But he had returned from the depths of the cavern to speak to him.
"Tell me, Ganwë," the Black One said, projecting his voice directly into Ganwë's mind. "How would you like me to stop the pain?"
"YES!" the elfling sobbed. "PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
"Good. Good."
The Black One raise a pale finger to Ganwë's cheek.
"You will make a fine... Urq."
Author's Note
- Urq is the Quenyan form of Orc
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