just when you think you're free

[myprecious]

So. You have returned to me.

It is no wonder that you have, that was never a question. Admittedly, I am surprised that it took you so long. In any case it is done. Shall we make something, you and I?

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[wheeloffire]

[ SHIT. ]

But, but how...?

[myprecious]

My master has returned to me- or so you might have been, had you but seized your opportunity.

Hail Frodo, who might have been the Lord of the Rings.

[wheeloffire]

That is impossible. And I shan't believe you!

...

Why must you return? Please, leave me to my peace!

[myprecious]

[It ignores the second statement - honestly it ignores everything he says - and speaks with a honey sweet voice. It had always been fair, and when given voice it has a silver tongue. It steps close - too close, and murmurs soft words in his ear; a trusted friend and councilor.]

It may be so even yet, Frodo. I have returned, from beyond everything. You know you'll regret me until you die, should you not act now.

[wheeloffire]

[ The honey sweet voice and silver tongue were those little things that would haunt him forever. And to hear it again...it sent his heart soaring though his throat, and his guts twisted and knots. And those memories...that voice tortured him. To hear it again gave him an indescribable pain. It was awful and horrible, and he couldn't...

When he approached, and he felt something whisper in his ear, Frodo shrank, clenching his eyes shut and turning his head away. He couldn't move, he couldn't. When the Ring started to speak, a sob escaped him. ]

N-no, please...leave me be. Please!

[myprecious]

You know that's not what you want.

[Its voice is smooth and sweet and persuasive.]

To see me in the hands of another, to see them take everything that you could not, and never shall... to see my power at last used to change all, without you as its master.

[wizard_redfive]

These muns are busy people. You can't expect them to focus on you all the time.

[Some days Dairine wishes her mun focused on her even less.]

[myprecious]

I didn't - I'm patient enough. I've waited far longer than the time it took her to come back to me, but to be left alone for such a period is... rare, when I've been found.

There's not much for me to do you understand, Dairine, and I have had long enough of that already.

[wizard_redfive]

[She stops and gives him a long hard stare, suddenly suspicious.]

How do you know my name?

[myprecious]

[It shrugs, fair and friendly, a smile on its mouth.]

There are things enough that I know, just as with you. Is there a crime in knowing?

[wizard_redfive]

Maybe not. But we've never met before.

[She thinks. And although this man acts friendly enough, she is still on her guard. She knows one Power that looks fair and pleasant yet is anything but.]

[knight_king]

[ ...Uh. ]

Are you pleased that your mundane keeps utilizing you? [ Why. It's perplexing. ]

[myprecious]

There is little enough that can be done when you are trapped, with no one to wield you. Do you not know how that feels?

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[knight_king]

[ ... ]

[ Trapped in frozen time atop that hill of corpses, waiting to be summoned, of course she knows... but- ]

[knight_king]

Yes, though I would only acknowledge to serve those I have sworn loyalty to.

[myprecious]

That does limit your options. Why should not you be the one others swear to?

[knight_king]

Because allegiance it is not something given lightly to just anyone.

[ Like a slothful mundane, for instance. ]

[let_it_go]

[There's something unsettling about you, that's for certain - but nevertheless, Elsa feels drawn, pulled . . . tempted. For who can resist the call of the One Ring?]

Who are you?

[myprecious]

[But why should you wish to resist it? For it is fair indeed, a thing worthy of desire by any.]

One who can offer you everything you've ever wanted, if you'll but take it.

[let_it_go]

[Fair, beautiful, precious.]

[What did Elsa want? Power? No, she had that. To be loved, admired? She had that as well.]

[Freedom?]

[Ah - there's the rub, for there was a part of her that she'd laid to rest, rising up once again from its grave - fear. The fear that she would be a witch, and monster.]

What power do you have against the me, Snow Queen of Arendelle? Can you truly rid me of my curse?

[myprecious]

[It steps close and bows low, elegantly, and speaks with a voice that is sweetly persuasive.]

Call not a curse that which is a blessing. You were born to be Queen, and certain gifts were given you. You were never meant to be ordinary, in any part. Great beauty, great power, great danger to those who would think to cross you. And I offer you my services, and the power that I hold to it.

There are many things we could do together, Majesty.

[let_it_go]

[She almost believed it - that her powers were given to her for a reason, the Queen of Arendelle, so powerful as to freeze the fjords and cover the land in an eternal winter.]

[But no - that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to be a fair queen, a just queen. She was once afraid of herself, and if she fell sway to the One Ring, then there would be no freedom from this crippling fear - no freedom from herself.]

That isn't what I want.

[She took a step back.]

You're trying to make me into that which I fear the most. I won't do it.

[king_underthemountain]

What a precious thing you are, and so ambitious. Have you found a new master, then? Or someone to master? I wonder which you prefer.

[myprecious]

Am I not a thing of power, left to serve another? What use should I have, being master, o Smaug the terrible?

[It's very prettily said but not entirely true; it is interested in influencing others, but is willing enough to serve them even as it enslaves them.]

[king_underthemountain]

Is it not true that you serve but one true master? And you would serve him quite well in mastering those of importance for him. Why, then, did you choose that little thief of mine? I would surely know his smell if he was of any importance in the world.