Nothing but the touch of a wyrm burrowing its way through layers of deadened sensation to accompany his long, slow sleep, some small, flickering part of him remembers.Lost in neverending corridors of memory, those first, vibrant fumblings stand out like a brand. The smell of freshly cut hay, the softness of leather gloves and tunic and warm skin
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And how does it feel to sleep in the dark earth, little king? To have failed your people and lost the fight? Do you seek to redress your failings here, where you are offered a second chance at life?
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Where once I was trapped by lies and deceit -- poison from another's lips as heavy as dirt and rocks -- I have now been made anew, and Theoden-King will not go into that last darkness having failed his people.
I do wonder, Wyrm, what it must be like to be the last of your kin and have no one but yourself to live for. It strikes me as a lonely existence. Do they wait, just out of reach, for you to tire of life?
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But I admire the pluck of one who would defy death itself! There are not many mortals such as you, if you can achieve such a resurrection. Tell me, how did you come by this reward?
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I make up that fault now with a pledge to use every breath defending and cherishing what I hold dear. I will go down fighting for them or not go down at all.
But if Edoras called me back from the true darkness, I would claw my way through earth and fire -- even your fire, that I know burns deep in your belly -- to answer that call.
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I admire your spirit, little King of Men; my apologies, I thought that you had died because of a vision I saw in my Orb... but, no matter. Clearly, you are alive and well, and have such noble intentions to belie those wasted years in thrall to false advisors!
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I was told once that the future is an ever-shifting uncertainty. Is it your long years past and the undoubtedly countless ones that stretch ahead that make you numb to the possibility that there are possibilities? Perhaps I merely misunderstand your meaning. It is, after all, a rarity for a Rohirrim to exchange pleasantries with one of your Race. *inclines head*
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Still, you are politer than most, and for that you have my good will such as it is.
My Orb? Ah well, I could not keep such a thing of power hidden from the Eldar for long. But let them come and wrest it from me, if they dare!
*He rears up, snorting smoke and little spurts of flame*
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I am flattered that I may count myself among those who have your favour, whatever that entails. *bows*
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