Post by Envin on Aug 21, 2005 0:38:54 GMT
{Quite after the death of Dindaedel...}
Through long search Aragorn had come to the land of Angmar, with naught but few words and the name of Karasu to guide him. He came alone and unaided, with naught but his trusty sword and his wits, yet they proved sufficient. Creeping with uncanny skill even into the depths of Carn Dum, disguised as an evil Man, he gleaned from several barroon talks and many a sleepy guard what he sought. Much had occurred in this land ere Morsereg departed for Gondor, and something had certainly destroyed all that was good inside of him. No one with whom Aragorn conversed was able to relate exactly what occurred, for, mysteriously, all concerned had never been seen again. And as to the name Karasu, he received naught save blank stares at its mention.
Yet obviously the word had some importance to Morsereg for him to speak it so plainly in the Great Duel with Aragorn. Perhaps a person, or perhaps a great weapon - Aragorn knew not, but he knew that it was alloted to him to discover it. Hidden it was, that went without question, but Morsereg had been no fool. To entrust the location of something of this nature to the stupid servants of Angmar would have been beyond imbecilic, so naturally few other than he would know of its resting-place. And those that did would not be telling.
Therefore, Aragorn turned to another tack. Soft questions slipped from his lips into the ears of drunken Orcs and weary Watchers, questions of Morsereg: his early days in Angmar, his loves and his hates, his desires, his haunts. Ere long he learned that Dindaedel was a solitary one, but took delight ever in the cold. In the cold, he heard, over and over. Oft went he abroad, ever to the north and the west, and returned with frost and snow upon his black clothing.
It was a start, and was at least more than Aragorn had for now. To Forochel he turned his stride.
Through long search Aragorn had come to the land of Angmar, with naught but few words and the name of Karasu to guide him. He came alone and unaided, with naught but his trusty sword and his wits, yet they proved sufficient. Creeping with uncanny skill even into the depths of Carn Dum, disguised as an evil Man, he gleaned from several barroon talks and many a sleepy guard what he sought. Much had occurred in this land ere Morsereg departed for Gondor, and something had certainly destroyed all that was good inside of him. No one with whom Aragorn conversed was able to relate exactly what occurred, for, mysteriously, all concerned had never been seen again. And as to the name Karasu, he received naught save blank stares at its mention.
Yet obviously the word had some importance to Morsereg for him to speak it so plainly in the Great Duel with Aragorn. Perhaps a person, or perhaps a great weapon - Aragorn knew not, but he knew that it was alloted to him to discover it. Hidden it was, that went without question, but Morsereg had been no fool. To entrust the location of something of this nature to the stupid servants of Angmar would have been beyond imbecilic, so naturally few other than he would know of its resting-place. And those that did would not be telling.
Therefore, Aragorn turned to another tack. Soft questions slipped from his lips into the ears of drunken Orcs and weary Watchers, questions of Morsereg: his early days in Angmar, his loves and his hates, his desires, his haunts. Ere long he learned that Dindaedel was a solitary one, but took delight ever in the cold. In the cold, he heard, over and over. Oft went he abroad, ever to the north and the west, and returned with frost and snow upon his black clothing.
It was a start, and was at least more than Aragorn had for now. To Forochel he turned his stride.
