A collection of drabbles where various characters from Middle Earth and the Undying Lands meets our beloved Hariel. Some feel awe, some lust, some joy and some envy. Posted here because it has little to do with the 'Reset' storyline but I couldn't help myself. ^_________~ Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think.
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Thranduil - Curiousity
It was amidst a hunting expedition when the Elvenking first set eyes on Hariel the Black.
He had received reports of a new arrival amongst the rank of the istari a few years back but had not yet met the notoriously beautiful but reclusive wizard.
Such a surprise it was to receive rumours of the black wizard's beauty for the istari were known to be wise elders, even if the black wizard had joined their ranks much later. King Thranduil of Mirkwood thought nothing of the rumours though, as Silvan elves hardly ever encounter the istari, for seldom would they set foot upon these dark woods.
Unless, of course, if they had business to accomplish.
That day, when the expedition burst upon the clearing, a slim figure clad in black stood in the midst of clicking spiders. Upon seeing this unlikely scene, the wood-elves halted and the Elvenking signalled for his subjects to wait and watch.
After a moment of silence, the diminutive being, whose long black hair curtained his features despite having half turned towards the newcomers, dismissed the elves in favour of confronting the arachnids.
"I ask you again," a low alto voice sounded, evidently from the black haired being in the middle of the spider-infested clearing. "Where is the Necromancer now?"
His voice was soft but clear and his words were slow and deliberate with a tone that immediately indicated danger to all those present.
It was then that the wood elves realised that the arachnids were actually clicking their pincers in fear and not excitement.
The black-clad figure lifted his hand. In it, an ebony staff gleamed darkly and omniously.
"No! No! Great wizard! Have mercy!" the great spiders echoed simultaneously, trembling most piteously. It would have been an amusing sight if not for the fact that they, all of them in the clearing, could easily feel the istar's suffocating aura.
"Then, speak."
"We do not know, great wizard! Please spare us!'
Silence loomed for a moment. Then:
"You lie."
As if a death sentence had descended, the soft words sent the arachnids into a great frenzy.
"Have mercy! Have mercy!" they tittered.
"He is hiding in Dol Guldur then," the black wizard uttered to himself, blatantly ignoring the swinging spiders above, far larger than himself. The spiders were now trembling with fear, yet their blood was filled with adrenaline from the power that the istar was projecting.
The Elvenking continued to watch and when the waif-like wizard turned, felt his heart leap within his chest as evergreen eyes settled upon his expedition. Dazedly, he heard many gasps from the lips of his kin.
Certainly, this was the famed Black Wizard for who else could this dark beauty be.
But why was the istari searching for the Necromancer?
The golden-haired monarch opened his mouth to ask the dark-haired wizard when one of the spiders swung down and poised to strike the petite wizard with its poisonous fangs. Many of the elves present, including the Elvenking himself, cried out in warning.
However, before the arachnid could touch the istar, the ebony staff the wizard held struck the ground and a web of white fire burst forth, consuming every arachnid in it's path. The black wizard stood in the midst of the fiery flames, completely unharmed and nonchalant to the wretched cries of the spiders. Then, the emerald eyes that had captured many a-hearts closed and the istar turned away, striding quite purposefully towards the opposite direction.
Neither the Elvenking nor his kin could stop the wizard, for the white flames separated the expedition and the black-clad istari. Not long after, the wizard disappeared from their gazes and the white fire, that consumed the great spiders ebbed.
Questions echoed within the minds of the wood elves as they stared around the pristine clearing. Nothing was left of the arachnids nor their webs, yet the trees were untouched. It was as if the pale fire had cleansed the clearing of the dark, demented descendants of Shelob.
A single question echoed within their minds: Who was the black wizard?
End
Originally, I wasn't going to post this part first but I decided that it would be less hassle to post one at a time rather than to wait and post all at one shot.
These stories come in conjunction with 'Reset', which may have parts referring to the stories here from time to time.
With that said, pls enjoy ^^ and review. Thks.