Hey everyone! I know its been 10 years since I have updated so here is a little mini filler chapter so no one gets worried about the story being abandoned or anything! I am still here! I just had a super busy past couple of weeks moving from Texas to Kentucky. I should be all settled at the new job(this is my first week) by next Monday and then you should all be able to expect regular updates. I will try for every 2 weeks, but I make no promises. I might even do quicker then that with proper motivation. I have moved from flat boringness to mountains! YAY! I want the Ancalagon chapter to be pretty long so thats why this filler chapter is here. No rushing that.
We did not make it very far before Gothmog got tired of my slow pace and just picked me up. He walked so fast things were almost, almost, blurry. I was likely going slower then usual because of the super long walk down to the dungeons with Thuringwethil. I eventually softened in his grip because trying to remain tense the entire walk down to the dungeons would have made me ache.
After we passed the first Orc, I closed my eyes. No need to fuel my nightmares. One would assume that after seeing them pretty frequently, that you would get used to them. However, its still brings horror even if my reaction is less then a second as opposed to thinking about them with terror for hours like I used to. At first all I saw was hideousness, but the longer they are around the easier it is to almost see remnants of beauty or something. They almost remind me of the teacher, structurally, but I would never tell her that in case she got offended that I compared her to monsters.
My face twisted thinking about Gothmog's brothers. Or, more specifically, the one who asked fertility questions. I hoped I never ran into him again and I hope this new Ancalagon is not like him either. I peeked up at Gothmog and froze in surprise to find him studying me. He cannot have possibly walked all this way without looking up! I felt my face start to turn red at his intense look and tugged at my hair in discontent. I hope he felt bad about what he did to me and not just the hair. I almost, insanely, wanted to petulantly ask "are we there yet?", but he is too terrifying to play games with. I glared at the floor unable to keep his gaze for long. I hoped he started watching where he is walking because I don't want to fall from this height.
"You will never be able to come here alone" Gothmog rumbled and I looked up in surprise. I was not expecting to hear him talk on the way to wherever "the way is riddled with more danger than wandering orcs and bodiless spirits" He continued. I just stared at him and then looked around seeing nothing. "Creatures of pure violence, no mind, and no care of punishment or the ultimate demise. Do not wander this direction alone. Ever. If you even look in this direction alone Airawende, I will make sure the only thing you can look at afterwards is me". I froze trying to process his words and the threat in them. What does that even mean? Only look at him? Not something I need to test with my feet the way they are. I do not even know what direction we are walking in. I tried not to sulk at the floor. I suffer enough threats in my life already.
"How far?" I squeaked out quietly hoping he wouldn't get infuriated.
"About 2 marks of a candle" he answered still looking at me intently. What is 2 marks of a candle in hours and minutes? Why can nothing eve be easy here?