I have no idea. I'm at a party. It sucks. I wrote this while waiting for it to end. Tolkien owns stuff. Try and enjoy.
And for a moment, just a moment it was silent.
Erestor looked down at the gleaming blade, a simple letter opener a moment later...and now...now his weapon of justice, the release of shame, the release of his own perfections, and for a moment the invading force of his shouting mind was silenced.
As he watched the blood drip down his arm, gazing in his delicious silence at the wounds that lay underneath the constant river, the wounds he'd made himself he felt...relaxed. Calm. Gentle. Peace. Life was good...and then, through the door, he heard Maelpomen's frantic knocking... "Master Erestor!" he called out and Erestor sighed...the world would never leave him alone...not even the blade could keep the voices and his imperfections at bay. Not even the blade.
"A moment if you please Maelpomen. A moment" he called out and prepared to face the world and his own failings once again.
