Thendryt stumbled into his quarters.
He had spent all night walking around. He couldn’t sleep anymore, every night brought a nightmare.
His head was spinning. He could hear shouts and shrieks echoing through his mind.
You’re losing it Morson.
Shut up.
You can’t deny it.
Thendryt kicked a wooden stool into the wall, his metal boots breaking the wood even before it hit the wall.
Get out of my head!
Thendryt punched a thin bookshelf.
You think you can silence us again?
You think you can escape?
Hahahahaha!
Thendryt roared as he drew the bookshelf into the floor. A mirror got caught, and shattered all across the floor.
You can’t suppress us again.
We’ll take over.
You’re OURS!
Thendryt flipped a table. The heavy wooden table made a loud noise as it came crashing down on the stone-tiles.
“Thendryt…?”
Thendryt grabbed a chair and threw it out a window.
That pathetic ritual of yours will get you nowhere.
“Thendryt!”
It won’t work this time, weakling.
This time, we will remain.
Thendryt suddenly froze. He slowly unsheathed the dagger he keeps behind his back.
I’ve suppressed you before.
I’ll do it again.
I’ll get rid of you completely this time.
An arrow caught his tunic, and pinned his arm to the wall. Thendryt growled, almost hissed, as a second arrow caught his other arm. An Elf advanced quickly. Thendryt’s grip on the dagger hardened. As the Elf came closer Thendryt’s arm, dagger in hand, flew towards her. The arrow stopped him from reaching.
The Elf crashed into him. But she embraced him, nothing else.
“Wake up…” Adanmiel whispered, softly.
Thendryt’s head cleared as soon as he realized what was going on. His muscles gave away, and he almost collapsed. Had it not been for the arrows, and Adanmiel, holding him up he‘d have ended up on the floor.
Adanmiel let her left hand trail along Thendryt’s arm, down to the dagger in his hand. Gently she released his grip.
“Are you awake now?”
Thendryt managed a slow nod. His face was covered with her hair, but he wasn’t able to remove it.
“You’re okay.” She whispered, and released her hold of him.
Thendryt sank to the floor, the arrows ripping him tunic apart. His breathing was heavy.
Adanmiel smiled softly, as she gripped the arrows and dragged them out of the wall.
She leaned down and laid a hand on his shoulder. He met her eyes, but he wasn’t able to hide his regret.
Adanmiel smiled at him again.
“You needn't say anything, mellon. Let me... help you clean up.”
She started to walk over towards a fallen bookshelf.
“Leave it…” Thendryt said, with a weak voice.
He slowly rose, and made his way closer to her.
“Could you get me some water, Adanmiel? There’s a well just outside.”
“Don’t lock me out.” Adanmiel said, with a frown.
Thendryt shook his head.
He watched her exit, and didn’t waste any time as soon as she disappeared. He grabbed a sword, and climbed out a window on the opposite side.
Thendryt quickly made his way down to the stables. Bovad looked at him as he kicked in the door, and went over to his box. He threw a glance at the horse’s eyes, and the horse seemed to understand what was happening. Bovad let himself be saddles without complaint, and as soon as Thendryt had mounted the horse bolted. The large horse galloped through the streets and made his way towards the Gate of Imladris.
I’ll bleed you out Myrith. Thendryt thought, as the image of almost stabbing Adanmiel filled his mind.
Or I’ll die trying.
