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Dec. 3rd, 2004 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanNear Cirith Ungol
A warm hand closed around the Ring, and in Its own, inanimate way it knew the long journey would continue. The old servant wasn’t dead, but no matter. It had discarded living servants before. It wasn’t capable of frustration, but even the long patience of metal and magic could not have borne coming so near to the edge of puissance only to turn away again.
The taste of the new one’s mind was familiar. The minion, then. A stronger back and a weaker will. And frightened too. It sent a whisper of desire to meet that fear.
Put me on!
A warm hand closed around the Ring, and in Its own, inanimate way it knew the long journey would continue. The old servant wasn’t dead, but no matter. It had discarded living servants before. It wasn’t capable of frustration, but even the long patience of metal and magic could not have borne coming so near to the edge of puissance only to turn away again.
The taste of the new one’s mind was familiar. The minion, then. A stronger back and a weaker will. And frightened too. It sent a whisper of desire to meet that fear.
Put me on!
