A Meeting Of Secrecy

[Rûdhon]

Night had fallen upon the port of Dar where Saeren took residence with his puppets, over the lands approached a wild sight unbelievable to the eyes of mortal men. A greenish mist moved upon the sand as, if it had the will of it`s own and plunged itself forward passing humans quietly leaving them with the feeling of fear in their hearts. The fear of death that was, which this mist brought beyond the grave and arrived it at the residence of Saeren. Two guards looked in fear as it passed and suddenly a long fingered, ugly, deformed hand plunged from the depths. It went right inside the other guard whom began shouting in pain, as the hand seemed to grab around his heart wanting suck out all the joy and life that was the man.

The guard fell dead on the ground, the remaining guard silent and overcome by fear stood there watching as the hand appeared before his very eyes playing around with the thought of death. There was a sound cold as death, a dry laugh that shredded the heart of the mortal as the mist pulled back and entered the residence. Two white pearls appeared from the mist watching around, lingering around the corners the mist arrived at the door of Saeren`s room. There was a servant with a plate before the room, carrying wine on it and he turned hearing a sound. Then there was the sound of the servant falling to the ground and the wine bottle cracking on the floor as meanwhile the mist entered the room of Saeren from the small holes it found.

The two pearls appeared once more searching for their target.

[Saeren]

Saeren looked up at the crash , his eyes at first showing irritation, then the turning wheels of thought - and memory, as he rose.
'' It is not the usual manner of entrance, but I grant you it is effective, '' he said, as he suddenly pinned down the ancient memory. The ancient mounds of kings in the far west, used later by the Kings of the north as Arnor fractured into three kingdoms which fell at the last , fighting Angmar and its Witch King, leaving nothing but those green mounds in the grass, and a shadow stirred in them, from out of the east until the Tyrn Gorthad, beyond the Old Forest, became a place of dread where few travellers ventured. But he had walked amongst Nazgul and seen the lightless depths of Angband, and he was curious, but not afraid, after all, the most terrible things that could have happened to him, already had.
'' What brings thee here? ''

[Rûdhon]

The two pearls watched this `man`, the offspring of Sauron and the one man that might find what he lusted more than life of others as the Lord of Angmar would never let that come to pass. Even now the mist came closer and the hand formed before the eyes of Saeren, all the time there was the thought of sucking out Saeren`s life and causing misery opun other as he himself bathed in it every second. Yet the mist backed down beginning to concentrate and swirl in a certain point in the middle of the room.

The two pearls rose of the level of Saeren`s eyes and the horribly, twisted figure formed before him looking at him quietly carrying a darksword in both of his hands yet the blade was downwards as, if he leaned on the sword. He had a glow of fear about him to mortals yet not to Saeren and the most notable feature of this dead elf was the fact he was bald. Not many had been that and the wight expected to be regonized as they had both once served Sauron. His pale eyes stared at Saeren before the dry voice opened the conversation.

"Some dwell in the shadows such as I, some dwell in the light like your elven prince and you dwell among mortals. I wouldn`t have expected nothing less of you Saeren than this set up in the desert that you seem to enjoy, you always wanted to rule yet not like your father..."

Rûdhon said with cunning and cold voice, yet he a part of Rûdhon just wanted to rip Saeren`s heart out of his chest for it was a part of him forever to lust the lives of others unless he found an escape...

[Saeren]

Saeren nodded. ' And you hunger for life. Well you cannot have mine, I need it, ' a grim smile curved his lips. ' And something else brought you here, or you would still be haunting the shadows of the Barrow Downs. ' He quirked a brow. ' Aye, I remember you, you were once ... very different, ' this sort of unlife was something that Saeren considered more terrible than death, with his love of the senses.

[Rûdhon]

Rhûdon seemed impatient yet he knew that there was no mistakes to be made as this was his only way out of the eternal pain and suffering that his unlife brought. Rhûdon nodded slightly as Saeren remembered him and floated slightly closer.

"Indeed, I could try to take your life yet you are of more use to me than a moment of joy in the garden of enternal death... I have a small task for you, a desperate task that will take time and rescources perhaps. It might come later or sooner yet it will come as you run into... interesting beings... I need a body Saeren, I want to escape this prison of death and that can only be done with someone willing to share his body. Someone desperate, someone strong needing help to save his life from death that is to take him...."

Rûdhon`s voice rasped and came even closer.

"I will reward you for it, do not bring me a dwarf, but an elf or a human that you may find and as much as I enjoy taking lives in death the more I lust to feel bone and flesh of my own even with another persons mind in it too... This task of course must be our secret..."

Rûdhon floated towards Saeren bringing his ghostly face close to Saeren`s with his sword now in his right hand, he placed the sword upon Saeren`s shoulder yet not touching it.

"I will not tolerate betrayal and even, if you have now posibble hosts for me in mind... I want you to train him when you find him, test him and see to it that he gets in danger... when he is wounded mortally or he suffers from a disease you summon me to join him. From that on either of our minds will be no more in a way yet they will become one with knowledge and power... Still both our minds exist like small pockets of identity yet they work as one, if the host is willing... So you understand the complications and challenges, do not disappoint me and I will not take a no for an answer..."

Rhûdon said examining Saeren`s face with the two white eyes that had a blank expression yet his face told otherwise, Rhûdon was anxious and tempted to kill yet more he waited for an answer.

[Saeren]

'' Excuse me? ' ' Saerens tone was deadly, '' I care not what you are now, but no-one, mark you, no-one and nothing, now that my bastard father has gone, speaks to me in that way or tells me anything '' His eyes flared from gold into red with rage. '' I am no-ones servant, no-ones ally, unless I so choose. So do not threaten me, wight. I do not have all my damned sires powers but the ones I have I know well how to use, I survived Morgoth, and Sauron, and torments beyond desciption. Step back. '' the words were dead cold.
'' You perhaps could be of use to me with a body. Alhough it would have to be some-one desperate indeed, some-one dying of a slow disease, some-one mortal. ' he smiled coldly.
'' If I see any-one , I will point you in that direction. Now if you will excuse me, I have things to do, '' He returned to his table and sat down. Flickers of fire limned his body, the visible manifestation of inner rage. Only Sauron and Morgoth had ever spoken thus to him, both were gone into the Void, and yes, he had survived all they did to him, he had no intention ever, of bowing to any other. He cared not what they were, who they were, or their powers. His chains were off.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon just smirked to mock his anger for he knew what it was to be a slave, he had been a slave of Sauron in life and in death yet it was rather amusing that Sauron`s own son felt that way. Rûdhon bowed slightly and the figure turned into the mist once more, the two white pearls watched Saeren for a while.

"Should you meet my lord someday and you undoutably will, then understand something and why I am not afraid of you nor to command you around all tough I don`t... Well... we shall see again someday..."

He said before the pearls disappeared into the depths of the mist and the mist crawled trough the floor into the spacious window from where it descended to the sands. On the way down the mist passed a figure that stopped to look at it in fear and surprise yet seemed to stay quiet as it went by. He had a long journey home and he only hoped that his master wouldn`t have noticed his absence, in that case there might be consecuenses.

[Saeren]

'' Clear up that mess...! '' Saeren snapped to the two guards who had come running, hearing aas the slave dropped his wine, in his death. '' And send for another slave. Preferably a live one, '' he sat down at his desk, his body actually trembling with rage. Never again would he suffer to be commanded, he had vowed when his father was destroyed. Never.