Khamul is the Shadow of the East (khamul) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-12 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | galadriel, khamul, tahirah |
Who: Khamul, Galadriel, Tahirah
What: Confrontation!
Where: Minas Tirith!
Khamul: *skulking through the city with Tahirah, to meet with potential partner in crime.*
sausageonastick vendor somewhere in MT: *is vending his hot, slick sausages stuck on sticks*
Galadriel: *is walking about the city, taking in the sites and sounds of it, and may also be ... very casually.... looking for the source of the other Noldor Presence in the city*
Aragorn: *swore he sent them notes >.>*
Khamul: *getting this..burning feeling. Well has had burning feeling, burning feeling is just getting WORSE**has to stop, and would lean against wall but that would be show of weakness*
Tahirah: Sir?
Galadriel: *has not had time to read any notes, as barely unpacked before going on this stroll*
Khamul: I'm fine. The feedback from that gem is just acting up*
Khamul: *sneers* I hear the little rat lived. You're getting sloppy.
Tahirah: She had an elf with her, I couldn't stay to check. I'll take care of her tonight.
Galadriel: *is, in fact, noting that the Noldor Presence in question is somewhere near the healing houses, and decides that is all well and good* *is now distracted by slightly dark, shadowy presence*
Khamul: *waves a hand* Warning was given, I no longer care.
Khamul: Let them run around paranoid. *grins darkly*
Galadriel: *tilts her head to one side, and scans her eyes around the city, suspiciously* *quietly heads in the direction of the dark presence* *can almost FEEL the burning wounds, too*
Galadriel: *has to hold back a bit of a smirk at the wraith-man's expense*
Khamul: Lets go. *starts to move again, Tahirah following**grumbleadds* May be best to just kill him when we meet him - else risk...discord, later.
Galadriel: *is still making her way, squinty-eyed, through the city, and is grateful to have brought her sword*
Khalnir: *freezes, holds up hand for Tahirah to remain silent**Burning light in him is responding to something!*
Galadriel: *doesn't bother skulking like the wraith and his female companion are* *makes her way quietly and confidently down the street they're on right now*
Khamul: *puts hand on the hilt of his dagger >.>*
Galadriel: Is that any way to greet someone who merely walks down the street?
Khamul: *one eye twitches* Only when that is someone with whom there might be grievances.
Galadriel: What grievance do you have with me, Khamul? *twinkles her eyes*
Khamul: For starters, that you know who I am. And secondly, I did lead the forces that you thrice beat back from Lorien.
Galadriel: *tilts her head to one side* I never did get to thank you properly for those attacks .... *ponders this* Or did I?
Khamul: And, you are the one that tainted that gem.
Galadriel: Tainted is a word that is more correctly used when describing the gem you wished in its place. I improved the gem, and it gleamed like the sun rising over the western sea when it left me.
Khamul: Knowing full well what it would DO to me! *snaps, but remaining perfectly, dangerously still*
Tahirah: *growl*
Galadriel: All the more foolish that you did not inspect the thing with your eyes before inspecting it with your hands. *eyes Tahirah* Let us pretend that we are civil human beings.
Khamul: *puts a hand on Tahirah to keep her in line* You could destroy me, without mussing a single hair on your head.
Galadriel: There is a difference between the word should, and the word could. *regards him carefully* I could make your hands stop aching, Khamul. They must burn quite painfully, being the mortal hands that they are.
Khamul: It is far more than my hands that ache, She-elf. *stands with shoulders straight, stubbornly looking her in the eyes. Even if? She absolutely terrifies him*
Galadriel: That, also, could be healed, if you wished it. *eyes him, with that look that is so very characteristcally Galadriel, stern, and wise, and knowing, and mysterious*
Khamul: *and infuriating*
Galadriel: *aye, that too*
Tahirah: *seizes opportunity!**slips knife out of her sleeve and throws it at the accursed elf!**then gets slugged by Khamul for her troubles**spins, hits head on the stone wall, and falls over*
Galadriel: *blinks at the knife, and gets a somewhat amused look on her face, allowing it to sink into her arm* *walks forward, then, and studies the woman carefully, trying to decide if she needs healing, or not*
Khamul: *eyeing Galadriel like expecting that knife to explode*
Galadriel: *eyes him* You are not the only one who has returned, and not all of them are so keen to start themselves back on the road that got them here to begin with.
Khamul: *sarcastic grin* Why yes, I'd absolutely adore to listen to Sauron's voice whisper sweet nothings into my ear again.
Galadriel: You are free of the shadow, but you cannot be rid of it if you continue to let it sway you, in your new life. *looks down at the woman again*
Galadriel: And do not tell me it does not, for if it did not, my light would have done nothing to you.
Khamul: Light is something I cannot have. And I know the dangers of darkness now.
Galadriel: Those are lies you tell yourself to make your actions more comfortable. Are you going to care for this woman?
Khamul: *looks down at Tahirah* She lacks patience, and has a temper worse than mine. But she has been..loyal.
Galadriel: She is not dead yet, but if you leave her here, she will be. Do you wish that?
Khamul: *eyetwitch* No.
Knife: *totally poisoned <3*
Galadriel: *totally knows* *it's making the cut itch a bit more than usual*
Galadriel: You will not back down while I stand here. You did not back down any of the times I beat your troops back, and you will not back down, now.
Galadriel: *tilts her head, eyes him carefully, like daring him to prove her wrong*
Khamul: I've blood on my hands even now. What point is there in backing down. It would be a show of weakness, for one thing.
Galadriel: Then I will take her. It is not as if I cannot find you in this city if I were to look for you again. *smirks at him* And if you cause Elessar any more trouble in this city than you already have, I will.
Galadriel: But think on my words.
Khamul: It may be better to let her die than to take her. She will not take captivity lightly, and she nearly killed an agent of your king.
Galadriel: *ponders this*
Galadriel: *shakes her head* It is not my forest. I cannot be the law here. *picks Tahirah up in her arms, gently* *doesn't even wince at painful knife still stuck there*
Khamul: It is likely she will kill herself in shame. *watches her, but doesn't seem interested in interfering.*
Galadriel: Perhaps. But I will do what I must, and she can then do what she must. And you, will go and do what you must.
Galadriel: *locks her eyes with his* mark my words, for I would rather you lived a second life worthy of the body you took, than have to come after you with a sword.
Khamul: *seems to get lost for a moment, his own eyes stormy, his breathing ragged, his expression almost longing*
Galadriel: *seems much like a huge beam of light instead of an elf for a moment, then lets that fade off, winks at him, and turns away*
Khamul: *BUUUURNING*
Galadriel: *makes her merry way .... slowly, because, ow .... up to the healing houses*
Khamul: *decides to retreat to his lair and nurse his wounds. And think.*
Galadriel: *deposits Tahirah at the healing houses, making a mention that she is a criminal and is to be kept under guard while being treated* *does not make mention that she might kill herself*
Galadriel: *does make mental page to Celeborn, to meet her at the Citadel, then waves off pesky healers who want to treat her, and heads back home*
Celeborn: *is waiting*
Galadriel: *stumbles through the door to her room*
Celeborn: *stands up in a hurry, comes over!*
Galadriel: *smiles at him*
Celeborn: *gently takes her uninjured arm, then looks at her other arm* Getting into mischief without me, meleth?
Galadriel: Mischief? Nay, I was out on a very lovely evening stroll.
Celeborn: *chuckles, sits her down, and begins to work on ze knife!*
Galadriel: It is poisoned, though I think with nothing fell.
Celeborn: You might feel a little nauseous for a few hours, I think. *treats it!*
Galadriel: That is a feeling I have not had for some very long time. Perhaps I might even welcome it. *smirks, leans against him, a bit heavily*
Celeborn: *wraps a bandage around her arm, then looks the dagger over* Perhaps longer than a few hours. It is jagged, and there are grooves and pits with which to hold greater amounts of poison.
Galadriel: ... That is a most clever and insidious little weapon.
Celeborn: And deadly, to mortals.
Galadriel: The wielder of it is in custody at the healing houses... however, if any more in his band also wield something like it,...
Galadriel: ... it would be better if we let Aragorn know the weapons they are using, and the type of poison, as well. *instructs all this, while still leaning against him*
Celeborn: *nods his head* I will let him know myself.
Galadriel: *nods her head* I think I might allow myself a nap while you go and do that.
Celeborn: *looks a tad worried at that*
Galadriel: *pats his arm reassuringly*
Celeborn: It must be a serious poison if it wears you like that.
Tahirah: *upgraded it after Aerhen lived >.>*
Galadriel: Facing off against Khamul is wearying in its own right, as well. *nods her head softly, smiles at him still reasurringly, and curls up in bed*
Celeborn: *nods his head* *lets her change, then leads her to bed* I am going to examine the poison myself. *suspects it may have enough fell in it to be really bad for humans - or at least be from certain creatures from southern seas*
Galadriel: *nods her head* That would not go amiss.
Celeborn: *nods his head, and tucks her in* What do you think? Of the former wraith.
Celeborn: *sits on the bed next to her, and traces patterns absently on her hand*
Galadriel: *lays there with a half smile on her face, and her eyes shut* He is troubled by the potential of what he could be, fighting in the shadow of what he once was.
Celeborn: Does he want to change?
Galadriel: It ... is difficult to say. I fear he is determined in that he cannot change, and therefore will not, wether he wishes it or no
Celeborn: Perhaps he is afraid, of losing all that he knows.
Galadriel: *nods her head* Perhaps. I left him in the street, burning with a reminder of what he might achieve, if he but tries.
Galadriel: *sounds drowsy, and is definitely drifting off*
Celeborn: *chuckles* *squeezes her hand and gives her happy!love!glowy!light**then stands* Rest, I will return in an hour or so, and we will speak then.
Galadriel: *smiles,and nods sleepily, then lets herself drift off completely*