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Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
A strong, handsome –though slightly annoyed—face turned lazily towards the tightly shut window. The man's slim, well-built form lounged uneasily on an overstuffed chair made with fine royal green velvet. No light was present in the room, making the cold absence of heat painfully noticeable, compared to the brutally freezing weather outside. The large, pale moon was shaded by dark, thick clouds that plastered the sky and blocked out any rays of silver light that would have seeped in through the glass of the smaller windows. The night was cold and dark.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! THUD!
The strange man rolled his dark eyes in pointless annoyance at the distant pounding of the open shutters. They flapped wildly in the gusting winds of the storm and violently ricocheted off the stone walls. Why hadn't the servants had enough sense to lock them down? He'd have to find a way for them to pay for that. But no matter, he would deal with it later. He looked around the room in a patient, yet malicious manner, till his eyes fell on the hearth, unlit and cold. He smiled. Soon the storm would be over, and a whole new one would begin.
Thunder rumbled steadily in the distance, sounding like a giant cat purring in contentment. It was followed shortly by a dramatic flash of light that seeped into the windows, casting uneven light on the bare walls. The man winced and growled. He hated storms. Especially if they interfered in such a day as this. To his annoyance, more lightening flashed outside the large arched windows, lighting up the large room once again. The strengthening wind of the storm began to pull the rain sideways, promising a violent night ahead.
"My Lord," the small voice of his servant broke through his busy thoughts, annoying him and pleasing him at the same time. The young man smiled in anticipation and rose lazily from his overstuffed chair. He then slowly turned towards the ghostly, long winding staircase that his servant had just come down. The light-haired boy stood by the steps, a towel in his hand, expression grave. The sound of low rumbling thunder filled the agonizing silence between them as he waited for the sure news that would come. After a pause in the thunder, more lightening dramatically illuminated their faces. The serving boy winced, though it was not immediately addressed.
Yes?" The older man asked in a pleasant tone, smile fading despite his words. The serving boy shifted uncomfortably in the void-like room, green eyes looking around frantically. He did not want to be the bearer of bad news. "Speak up boy!"
"Y-y-your father, m-my Lord." The boy stuttered with a heavy feeling of dread, moving slowly toward the steps. "H-he's dead." The young Lord shifted near his chair at this long-expected news, face emotionless as he took a step forward.
"And he left everything to me?"
"Yes, my Lord." The man raised a red eyebrow in surprise, face steady and careless.
"Even his band of thieves?" The boy nodded his dirty-blonde head quickly, wanting frantically to leave the presence of his moody leader. However, his master just stared at him, aloof brown eyes empty and cold. There was a definite lapse in the conversation, while the boy's master stopped to think. The silence filled the air with foreboding and unease, making the boy want to run like a spooked horse. Suddenly the man's eyes brightened, lips turning upward into a smile. "And that would include all of them? Every single one? Even the most skilled?" The boy nodded again, practically squirming by now. This made the young lord laugh, knowing the boy didn't have a clue what he was talking about. He was just nodding to keep him happy.
"Then that's all I need to know. You may go."
As the boy scurried out as fast as his legs could carry him, the man began to laugh. His father was dead. Which only meant he could claim his inheritance, and do whatever he pleased with it. His laugh suddenly faded and an unpleasant scowl lit his face, hands clenching tightly into fists. The Lorien elves had better watch out. For the moment one unknowingly steps across that border, would be the moment he would strike.
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