The dream was long, yet it was not real. There had been no light, no choir of beautiful voices that had sent a thousand shards of silver down his spine in a deep blue sky as rich as velvet, and pricked with a thousand stars.
Rain still came, falling in a somber beat akin to war drums as it pounded his salvaged body from the sky. Wounds heals and wrath boils and the foolish attack in an instant.
And the ready bide their time.
Dawn had come, and as the sun tried to splay its vast and brilliant beams upon the earth the dank darkness of the land absorbed every ray of light. Wooden huts could be seen in the distance, and a thain sat in a hall and sleapt.
He rose slowly from the ground, weary and stiff, yet his eyes and ears remained keen. Suprise was what he had waited for. And only one chance could be proved. Whatever honour and justice remained in the world deserved this chance, this revenge.
All the others had gone. Thrown out or idley didgarded. Yet the thain had underestimatied him. He was still here, watching. Waiting.
And as ice the steel glinted against the air, such shimmering patterns captured in this blade from the fires in the forge. Of hell. And as the abode of Angmar is to be enterd he creapt towards the hall, silently, barely daring to breathe the sodden air thick with a misty fog, a heavy dew.
And the rain became a cover, silencing the soft snap of a fallen twig, a sudden breath.
And the mist became a cloke, covering the silver, the brown, the copper.
The eyes; the face; him.
And he reached the hall unchallenged, reached the great oak doors carven with many runes and ravens and gods. A hand reached out. Touched the cold solidity of the brass fittings, gently pulled the door, teasing it, whispering so as to silence the rusty hinges and the swollen wood as the great door swung open and the hall of the thain was revealed. How had he underestimated him?
He stepped up to the darkness within...
Dawn had come, and the sun tried to splay its vast and brilliant beams upon the earth the dank darkness of the land slowly yielded, and the day began, warmed by a fierce red sun.