[ he goes cold all over, unseen eyes widening, haunted and horrified in his face. a stone. sworn to retrieve it.
a silmaril. there is a silmaril here. he glances down, nearly unseeing, at his ruined hand, the shape of the silmaril seared into flesh and muscle, nearly to the bone. there is a silmaril here, and they will never, never escape the oath.
he doesn't want to ask. he wants to pretend he hadn't heard that. but he has no choice, and never will again. ]
The-- stone. [ panic claws down his spine, icy, vision black at the edges as he struggles to keep his breathing even. ] Do you know what has become of it?
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a silmaril. there is a silmaril here. he glances down, nearly unseeing, at his ruined hand, the shape of the silmaril seared into flesh and muscle, nearly to the bone. there is a silmaril here, and they will never, never escape the oath.
he doesn't want to ask. he wants to pretend he hadn't heard that. but he has no choice, and never will again. ]
The-- stone. [ panic claws down his spine, icy, vision black at the edges as he struggles to keep his breathing even. ] Do you know what has become of it?