I am back after a very long month with the Haldamire chapter. I was torn between making it longer or just giving y'all something. It has been a chaotic month. It will be a chaotic next 2 weeks, but hopefully, once I move, I will establish some better schedule. As always, please enjoy! And yes, there is a cliff-hanger.
My head was swimming like someone had swung a baseball bat into it but without the pain. It was like every minute something else in my mind was lost yet it was nothing I could pinpoint. Airawende was just lying there unmoving. Honestly, I'm surprised they did not let her die because she couldn't even eat the food given to her. Langon and someone, or something, else I did not know occasional lifted her up and tilted her head back so they could pour broth or something down her throat. At least I could nibble on the bread given to me up here. I don't think they know about me like Tar-Mairon knows about me. I have been losing weight and not fed enough. I can see Airawende is the same.
He wasn't here right now. Fortunately for me, anyway. I may feel like I'm swimming mentally, but its with more clarity then when than suffocating power is present. I know its from him, but its everywhere. Literally everywhere. I feel it pushing down into my mind, my body, and leaving permanent echoes seemingly etched into my soul. Even when he does leave, like now, there is residual power that feels almost numb. He speaks in a language, or many languages, that I cannot understand. He tried to speak to me once, but I could not understand. He seemed to expect it.
I have seen Gothmog and Tar-Mairon, but neither looked at me. I caught Gothmog looking at Airawende a couple times subtly, but he did not do anything. Even their considerably power seems tame compared to this guy's power. I forced myself to sit up and lean back on the throne. I wonder what would happen if I sat in the throne? I giggled madly at my thoughts. Such trouble. Maybe Tar-Mairon would look at me again even if it was in anger.
The fire in the torches lining the wall flickered hazily. They were never lit when the king, or whoever, was in the throne room since the gems were enough light. Yet, when he left, they were lit and sometimes there was still hustle and bustle court activity. I didn't really ever know what was going on or who was here, but at least I could tell if we were alone or not.
I hummed excitedly at my enthronement plan. I tried to push myself up and winced at how hard it was. When did I get so weak that trying to stand up was difficult? How long had I been lying here? With a grimace I pushed all my weight into my back and attempted to slide up. I gave up with a huff and glared at nothing. For Tar-Mairon! I pushed effort into my body with those though and heaved myself into the giant throne. I think that 10 of me could fit here. How did he fit? He didn't seem that big? Or was he? Did he get bigger when he sat down? I shook my head and scrambled my thoughts even more as my dizziness increased. I slumped down into the chair and curled into a ball whimpering at my confusion. I wanted Tar-Mairon. He could give me clarity. I sighed thinking about Tar-Mairon and let hazy thoughts take me into even more sleep.
