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.

[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?

[knight_king]

[ ...Uh. ]

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

[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!

[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]

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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[wheeloffire]

[ It was true.

Frodo couldn't stand it when the Ring wasn't in his grip, or when Sam had held it that say for that short while. The Ring was none if their business. He was the Ringbearer, it was his responsibility. It was powerful and enticing and...

...precious.

Frodo couldn't deny it, even if he wanted to. The Ring was clever. It knew him all too well.

His shoulders sagged, looking to his feet. ] Please...

[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.

[myprecious]

I could not make you that which you fear most. Neither will I divorce you from a part of yourself. For what is there to fear in power, except when wielded against you? Your enemies might learn to fear you, but what cause have your friends? You are afraid of yourself, that has been where your problems have always lain.

[It smiles, everything about it the picture and sound of reason.]

[myprecious]

[It deliberately misunderstands.]

Please what? You know you need only ask, and take up the gift which I would give to you.

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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. ]

[myprecious]

Why should that exclude you?