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pippin_took0 · 07-04-2002, 01:14 PM

"And I will think of you."
"No, Amanaduial, you will not think of him, unless it is to remember the pain of his death. You may have gained my respect, but you have yet to gain my trust, you must kill him." Thrakatburz breathed quietly down Aman's neck. Lindir did not move, but remained sprawled on the muddy ground, too dazed to try and escape. Aman's breathing was swift and irregular and tears were now dropping from her chin. Thrakatburz put a comforting hand on the other elf's back and her face became soft and reassuring. Gently she wiped the tears from Aman's cheeks.
"It can be hard, I understand, but if you can do this, you can do anything. Take a few minutes to think about this and strengthen your resolve. I'll stay here and watch Lindir." Her voice was so calm and persuasive that Aman, in her state of shock, could not help but obey and turned slowly to walk among the trees.

After Thrakatburz was sure Amanaduial was out of sight, she turned to Lindir who still lay in a pool of blood and churned soil. She bent down to him and took his hand, pulling him up lightly despite his size. He wobbled slightly and she supported him until he had regained his balance. She leaned against a tree facing her captive, her long black dress revealing her marble skin and clinging to her lithe body.
"It does not have to be this way Lindir." She spoke slowly, her face innocent, eyes wide.
"I'll never join you after what you've done to Aman" Lindir's voice was defiant but hushed.
Thrakatburz laughed, a sound like water suddenly rushing over pebbles. "How naïve you are." She took a step closer to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and sliding them up to his neck so that they encircled it, but their caress was tender and not restricting. "You'll die no matter what happens, but if you do what I want, I'll slit your throat, and you need never see Aman again. I could make your last minutes here a pleasure for both of us." She slipped her arm around his neck and ran the finger of her other hand over his chest where his tunic had been ripped. "What do you say?"

07-04-2002, 01:14 PM	#346
pippin_took0 Haunting Spirit Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Middle Earth Posts: 82	"And I will think of you." "No, Amanaduial, you will not think of him, unless it is to remember the pain of his death. You may have gained my respect, but you have yet to gain my trust, you must kill him." Thrakatburz breathed quietly down Aman's neck. Lindir did not move, but remained sprawled on the muddy ground, too dazed to try and escape. Aman's breathing was swift and irregular and tears were now dropping from her chin. Thrakatburz put a comforting hand on the other elf's back and her face became soft and reassuring. Gently she wiped the tears from Aman's cheeks. "It can be hard, I understand, but if you can do this, you can do anything. Take a few minutes to think about this and strengthen your resolve. I'll stay here and watch Lindir." Her voice was so calm and persuasive that Aman, in her state of shock, could not help but obey and turned slowly to walk among the trees. After Thrakatburz was sure Amanaduial was out of sight, she turned to Lindir who still lay in a pool of blood and churned soil. She bent down to him and took his hand, pulling him up lightly despite his size. He wobbled slightly and she supported him until he had regained his balance. She leaned against a tree facing her captive, her long black dress revealing her marble skin and clinging to her lithe body. "It does not have to be this way Lindir." She spoke slowly, her face innocent, eyes wide. "I'll never join you after what you've done to Aman" Lindir's voice was defiant but hushed. Thrakatburz laughed, a sound like water suddenly rushing over pebbles. "How naïve you are." She took a step closer to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and sliding them up to his neck so that they encircled it, but their caress was tender and not restricting. "You'll die no matter what happens, but if you do what I want, I'll slit your throat, and you need never see Aman again. I could make your last minutes here a pleasure for both of us." She slipped her arm around his neck and ran the finger of her other hand over his chest where his tunic had been ripped. "What do you say?"