Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Thirty-Two: Facets One
He saw his fellow comrades outfitting the Uruk-hai in crudely made armor. The Uruk-hai were well under control as each elf had a glove lined with mithril. If they disobeyed, one touch would make them scream in unbelievable pain. Rumil grabbed one Uruk-hai roughly and drew the crest of Galadriel on its breastplate. He carved it in with a knife, a circle inside a square. Small trapezoids ringed the circle, fitting perfectly around it. He called it the window.
The window let light shine through like a prism, and it broke the light into many segments, many facets. Each one different from the next, but all creating that one white light. The white light was red, green, blue, yellow, and purple. It was capable of so much. But to which cause it was put to was an entirely different matter.
He looked at his handiwork, breathing heavily for a second, then pushed the Uruk-hai away.
"Be off!" he growled in its tongue.
The speech was harsh to his ears. Heavy on his tongue which was more used to the soft, lyrical poetry of elvish. The Uruk-hai stomped off in the direction Rumil had pointed to and he walked away to try and find solace in other things.