I know this is a short chapter, but really, there isn't much Airawende can notice right now. Haldamire's following chapter will be much more intriguing.
I did not understand how Haldamire could be moving around. I had been frozen under the onslaught of power. It was utterly incomprehensible. I had been broken out of my reverie of awe and terror by Haldamire's hysterical laughter and I couldn't help but join in. I felt insane and utterly unlike myself.
Even now my mind just did not want to prove what I was experiencing. I could see Langon above me putting a gag over my mouth, but it was almost like I was a passenger in my own body. I couldn't make myself move or even blink. My body was just doing it automatically. I wanted to scream at my helplessness. I desperately wished that I could laugh again even if there nothing truly funny and it was all insane laughter. My mind was crying in its frozen numb state. I thought Gothmog was the worst thing in the entire universe. With his strange desires and ceaselessly violence. He was the worst, but he wasn't worse than this.
It was like having endless sleep paralysis. My mind was semi aware, but it didn't feel like I was in control of anything. I could take in the striking beauty and almost burning light of the gems on a beautiful face, but sight was not my primary focus. Trying to move anything was my primary focus.
I'm going to put some space between this chapter and Haldamire's to increase curiosity, but not too much. I really debated putting them together.