Khamul is the Shadow of the East (khamul) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-21 05:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, khamul |
Who: Khamul (narrative), dream..well..homage that some might recognize from a very long time ago XD
What: He dreams of amber eyes, and the woman they belong to, and of an ancient fortress of evil.
When: This morning
Where: I'm not sure? Elektra's place maybe? XD
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Khamul dreamed of amber eyes. The woman wore dark eye make-up, to help with the sun. Her skin was tanned and brown. He watched the way the muscles of her arms moved as she swung her sword. He growled, aroused and impressed as she met him blow for blow. Their swords sparked as they clashed, his heart soaring. Neither won, and neither gave in as their swords dropped to the ground and their lips and hands warred. Nails clawed, cloth ripped, armor crashed to the ground, followed by two bodies joined together as one.
The sun beat down on him, as his eyes opened. The ring on his finger whispered it's sweet nothings, but he didn't hear them this time. He closed his eyes and tried to recapture the taste of her skin.
When he opened them again, he was shrouded in shadow, and stood atop a tall tower. Dol Guldur the name came to him. Hill of Sorcery. This was his domain now. His place of rule. From here he could look across the river and see the golden leaves of Lorien. Far below, behind the fortress' walls, his army grew stronger by the day.
Here, far from the Eye and far from the Lord of Angband, he felt the most free. The Eye wasn't turned to watch him, it's attention elsewhere. The agonizing chills that ran through his body were warmed, slightly. But he was still a slave. His mind was still in tatters and his humanity nothing more than a dull spark. He still had a master, and he would come when beckoned, for that was the price of power.
Something called to him. Something that cut through the shadow and the ice and to the tiny spark of man that remained within. Turning, he walked to the Eastern edge. His armored fingers gripped it, and he looked towards his homeland, and from there, to Khand. He didn't remember why anymore. Or why it was so important. He did not know that he searched for eyes that burn like golden flame.