(tentative voicetest hnnngh)

[eyefire]

Fair form returned, what would you have me do with it? The elves are not so easily deceived as they once were, before dearest Annatar fell out of their graces and men, men weaken as they have ever done and will ever do. They are little concern of mine.

Having usurped my usual approach, why do you not see fit to grant me another gift, hm? My Ring.

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[myprecious]

You called for me, Master?

[eyefire]

You have been on many grand adventures, but now it is time to come home.

[myprecious]

For long years there was no home for me to come to, but even when once again one appeared, it has been difficult. I have done what I may.

[Of course what It is really after is the power, and would be fine betraying Sauron if something better came up. But Sauron is a tough act to follow ssssso.]

[orcsurfing]

The only gift you deserve is to be cast into the fires of Amon Amarth along with the ring!

[ Is this any surprise, really? Unlikely! Words spat out with righteous anger and seething. On a scale of zero to you better be heading to Aman right now, how bad of an idea is this? ]

[eyefire]

[ hah. oh, a slow turn of his head and those eyes are fixed on the upstart. by contrast, sauron remains almost placid. run, legolas. ]

What a brave elfling you are, to speak thus unto me. And whose bearing is this I see? Why, none other than the Commoner King. [ snorting. ] Does Thranduil know you are out so late — or does he wish his son broken, too? I have greater cause than most, princeling, to cause you harm.

[orcsurfing]

[ He's not afraid, he's not afraid, or so he tells himself in any case. Facing off the Enemy all on his own; even ringless, Sauron is a threat that he is quite well aware he cannot handle. He may have got ahead of himself a little too far. ]

A cause foul and wretched, rather, the way you are yourself. [ He grits his teeth, eyes narrowed in a glare that's a poor disguise to the way his chest heaves in deeper breaths. ] You have no right to speak of my father this way. You have no right to walk these lands period or show your face beyond the wasteland that is Mordor, where you shall perish.

[lordof]

[wiggles ring on finger in his face :') ..okay maybe not wiggling but blatantly showcasing it on his hand.]

How unfortunate that we cannot make another. [and fortunate, as well. losing one ring is bad enough.]

[eyefire]

[ lucky. :'c ]

There are enough abroad; one will find its way back to me, in time.

[secondwave]

[So this is The Enemy. The Shadow. The one whose servants twisted Amdir into little more than a servant to evil. Dellosa's knees can't stop knocking together out of fear. But she manages to keep her voice level and form for once.]

We Men are stronger than you think, even the men of Bree.

[eyefire]

[ better to fear and live than challenge and feel his hot breath melt the skin from your bones, little woman. clearly enunciating because all he can do is assume anyone who back-chats him is a fool with a death wish, he tilts his head. hm. malleable. ]

Why do you not serve a master who would appreciate your skills?

[secondwave]

[Better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Dellosa swallows through a throat suddenly bone-dry. Fear is a powerful feeling even at the best of times. This is not one of those times.]

I s-serve the people of Bree. Of A-Archet and Combe. I will not s-serve the Enemy of my people.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

[A presence all too familiar appears behind you, the being who you both feared and loved in equal measure. You who were but a mere shadow only imitating the vast cosmic darkness that HE represented.]

There are other ways to conquer besides guile and subtle manipulation, My fair Marion.... The ways of mercilessness might and overwhelming terror. My Ways.

[eyefire]

Master.

[ feared, yes, but mostly loved and revered; is there anyone else he would have left valinor for? none. oh, but to hear his true name spoken like that ... ]

I am not so indomitable as you were before they cleaved and chained your body, my lord. Ever were my ways those which came naturally to me and served you to great effect, did they not? I must fall upon them once again, perhaps.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

Yes.... I have not forgotten. But times have changed to our advantage. You have you're body and the ability to change in to whatever form you wish back. And I.... I have had my body made whole and much of the power that was lost to me over time restored. I can shatter mountain ranges and split oceans again, like in the First Days. And then there is this World that Men have made in my long absence... a world of machines, filled with infinite greed and malice. A world more favorable to us than to The One and his Valar...

[silvergift]

[NOPE! Nopenopenopenopenopenope!]

Would that we had been able to see through your guise sooner.

[eyefire]

[ yo weren't you tortured by orcs and in the habit of fleeing to valinor or something. wow, they can never finish a job. ]

Annatar was much beloved, Celebrían. As he ought have been and was his design, and will.

[ said 'will' being more phenomenal power and art than simple intent, enough to bend even the elves at times. ]

[silvergift]

[yo, didn't a hobbit fuck all your shit up?]

If only the love of our people had been enough for Annatar.

[Bri shut up.]

[lavoce]

[Lielle's used to hearing people threaten and bluster by now. But this feels... different. It feels like the first time she saw a dragon swoop down over Whiterun and torch the guard tower. Raw, untempered power. It sings out just as loudly as any chant that she can summon up as Dragonborn.]

[So she merely stands idly nearby, cloak hood pulled up for protection. When she does speak, she sounds almost in awe.]

Humanity might yet surprise you.

[eyefire]

An unlikely hope for anyone to hold regarding such a flawed, weak race.

[ the cloak does nothing to hide his gaze, from which a feverish heat drifts toward her. his voice is a murmur, an afterthought. ]

Unveil yourself in my presence, stranger. Speak your name before it is taken from you by force.

[lavoce]

Li-

[Lielle, she nearly says before she smothers the second syllable in her throat. She frowns, pulling the cloak hood down from her face. In comparison to him, she's plain-looking. An average specimen of Cyrodiil blood. But while some would cower just at the heat of Sauron's gaze alone, she basks in it.]

The name is irrelevant. The Nords called me Dovahkiin: Dragonborn. I suppose that will work. [A pause.] You are not human, I can tell. What are you?

[lightoftheeveningstar]

Your Ring?

[eyefire]

[ a smile curls on his lips, prompting a piercing gaze to sweep and ensnare the she-elf's as sauron speaks into her mind.

( Amin, Lirimaer. )

rude of her to question his authority, to be honest. ]

[lightoftheeveningstar]

(She visibly pales and closes her eyes, fighting back the cold dread that follows his voice.)

'Ksher, mankoi naa lle sinome? (Evil one, why are you here?)

[bythewaves]

[ someone is still pissed about Celebrimbor - he was a good boy, he did not deserve what you did to him, and since his dad is not here to make a statement about that, his uncle will have to do ]

One trusts your mundane knows better than to allow you any such leeway.

[eyefire]

[ it's State The Obvious Day with the elves, apparently. ]

One would trust yours knew better than to derive you of a deserving fate by the shore, yet here we stand.