Sailing from Peace

[Rûdhon]

There was a cold laughter as Rûdhon had been referred as spirit and then the mist began to dance around until it gathered into one point, right before the two. The eyes came up as they inspected them both, finally the disformed wight figure of Rûdhom appeared before them. He wore a noldor made armour and the very sword he had forged,, most of all the very sword that had killed him. His face and eyes gave a blank inspression as he looked at them both, he did know whom the lady was very well as he had taken interest in specific persons around middle earth that had interesting roots.

Rûdhon`s right hand layed upon his darksword as his right hand was raised into a greeting, he then smirked slightly and scrathed his most distinguishing feature. His bald head or that what had when he had been alive, he looked at them both quickly before concentrating on Ràna.

"Ah daughter of Morgoth, I never expected to see you with... my former lord..."

He added with a smile and then turned towards Feanor.

"It has been long since I have seen lord Feanor, many interesting things are taking place in middle earth and ecspecially Saeren seems to be involved. I expect you are going to meet you son, Maglor? Whom I once serve too..."

[Feanor]

Feanor had felt the presence as he stood below deck eating with his Warriors. The sweeping feeling of depression and death took hold of the crew, but not Feanor. His eternal fire only burned at the feeling. Standing he picked two warriors and the three Noldor went to the deck, all with blades drawn. Feanors burning eyes met with the white milky eyes of the creature. Feanor was engulfed by the sudden feeling of internal coldness. However the heat inside him was eternal and fought it off. Feanor then felt anger for the thing boarding his ship." You, who are you!?" Feanor shouted at it. He then heard the thing speak to him. It then mentioned his Son Maglor." Do not speak of Me or My House." He boomed in anger.

[Rána]

Peace Curufinwe Rana breathed into his mind. He poses no threat against us. She quickly climbed down from the crow's nest and crossed the deck to stand next to Feanor and his warriors. "What is it that you want?" she asked wight.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon laughed at Feanor`s anger all tough knew Feanor was a force to be reckoned with yet in rûdhon`s eternal torment pain wasn`t realy a matter, he could be hurt and he could have pain yet not actually feel it on his flesh as mortals could. He looked at the warriors quietly and approached one, his blade was no use and it went right trough the ghostly figure and Rûdhon brought his finger in front of the stunned elves face.

"Only my touch is enough to bring you pain, no mere sword of yours can hurt me yet your lord surely can yet I am not here to fight."

Then Rûdhon looked at Ràna whom had wanted to know his reason of being there.

"On the contrary I am here to examine and to even help..."

Rûdhon said as he returned peacefully before Feanor, Rûdhon drew his blade carefully and held it in his open hands that were upwards.

"I forged this sword before we left aman my lord, to smite all those whom would dare to defy our people and so it did. I have killed many with this sword yet ironically it was my brother that slew me with this very sword yet I am now cursed to wak this earth as you see me. I lust for the very senses and life you hold inside yourselves, every second I would want to kill you yet I hold my hand. Why?"

Rûdhon sheated his sword and looked Feanor in the eyes.

"Because I am like the sword, I killed all those whom opposed our people including myself yet as I said I am here to help you my lord, I am a being torn between good and evil, wovs to both so, if I may aid with the matter of your son then let me do it now and if not then remember that I owe your house a favour at least...."

[Feanor]

Feanor looked over at Rana and gave her a look telling her to stay out of his mind. He then looked back over at the Spirit infront of him. Feanor belt his insides boiling as the Spirit demonstrated his power over his Noldor warriors. Feanor however would not let this go unpunished. His blade flew through the night air, slashing into the Spirits body. After the minor outburst Feanor sheathed his sword and listened to the creature, which had revealed itself to have once served Feanor. He listened as it explained itself as being one of the Noldor who had sailed forth from Aman with him. Feanor knew doubted this creature was as loyal as it appeared to be. Though, he did need the assistance of powerful creatures. What he intended to do would be no easy task. It would involve war. Against Mortals, possibly even Elves. Powerful allies where always useful. Feanor let this thing finish before he stepped forward. He held no pity in his eyes for this beings fate, it had deserved this. Feanor then spoke." I do not yet know if I will require aid in taking back my son. If he has his heart set on staying it will be diffacult." Feanor said his tone hollow. Maglor was so much like his Father. Or atleast he had been, from the tales he heard now it sounded as if Maglor was dramaticly changed. And not for the better." I will allow you to sail with us, when we reach Harad we will see how useful you truly are." With that Feanor and his Warriors turned there back and walked away. Disappearing below deck. However before he went under Feanor turned." And do not kill or harm any of my crew. Or I will deal with you." Feanor snarled at Rûdhon, his voice holding passion engulfed by hatred.

[Rûdhon]

"I wouldn`t even dream of that..."

Rûdhon said with a smirk before he Feanor disappeared under the deck, Feanor hadn`t changed one bit and indeed was the same as his son Maglor. Yet there was another interesting presence onboard the ship, the daughter of Morgoth and Rûdhon turned his white eyes towards her.

"Why are you here daughter of Morgoth? To see the returning Feanor or just to see it all to an end, which undoutably will be interesting..."

He said with an emotionless face as he inspected her.

[Rána]

"I came to Mithlond, when I felt Feanor's presence, out of simple curiousity to see the greatest of the Noldar. After all it is not only Morgoth Bauglir's blood that runs in my viens." Though Rána did not think she had to explain herself. "When I told Feanor that Lord Saeren had his son..." she laughed remembering how Feanor's temper had flared up. "I want to see Feanor confront Searen about Maglor. And I was in need of passage to Harad."

[Rûdhon]

"Ah... so we share a common interest...."

Rûdhon hmped and he approached Ràna slightly, he stopped and examined her. She seemed rather innocent and defenceless yet after all she was the daughter of Morgoth so there was no telling what she could do unless she was never trained to kill.

"So tell me Ràna, what do you know and think of Saeren?"