Anger blinds him easily. Talion will always be the first one to admit it. Not that he particularly fought the burning feeling. Or the sensation of his rotten corpse moving seemingly of it's own volition.
No.
Instead he let the flames grow as he hauled himself from the arms of his orc captors and immediately reached for their blades. The two closest guards didn't get a real chance to react as, in a blink of an eye, they fell to the floor, their necks open and spewing a river's worth of blackness onto the stone floor.
A moment of shock lingered. Talion was vaguely aware of his body moving as, with a dance-like grace, he made quick work of the remaining creations of Morgoth.
Mentally, he stopped. The realisation finally fully sinking in.
He wasn't in control.
A light panic started setting in, quickly squashed by a dominant bright presence, leaving something akin to an emotional void. Talion turned his mind towards the presence that was the silver band upon his finger, reaching out in confusion. A familiar warm light embracing him finally made him relax.
Calm down, little one.
We shall end this shortly.
If you let me.
As reassuring as the ring sounded, the words did not feel the same. Talion's mind raced before hitting the metaphorical wall that was a man, A MAN, standing before him, eyes wide in shock.
Oh, but if it only were just any man...
"Isildur?"
Talion couldn't be sure whose shock was more impressive. Talion's at the fact that the ring was stunned to the point of completely releasing control of him or the dead kings at the mere sight of a still existing nazgûl.
The wraith of the king gave him a combination of a patient and a curious smile, his gaze bouncing between the dark rider and the carnage around him.
"Not quite. Though I appreciate the sentiment."
Still thralled with disbelief, Talion let the twin blades fall and burrow themselves in the corpses that lay the closest. He quickly looked around, cringing a little at the trail of carnage as he turned to look at the apparition once more.
"What are you doing here?"
A true laugh escaped the apparition this time as he looked up to the black rider.
"I could ask you the same, my friend. Although I suspect our reasons for being here don't differ that much from each other.
Besides, my new associate and I... Where is he gone of to?"
Talion leaned slightly to the side just so he could see over the man's shoulder, a small smile creeping it's way onto their pale face.
The coward returns.
The small figure might have been hiding behind a metal pillar, but his sight reached through and landed on a familiar looking soul. Although, to be completely truthful, his voice was easily recognisable on it's own.
"Do you have a death-wish!? Run while the shrieker doesn't see you!"
A dumbfounded expression flew over both their features.
"So, how long you've been imprisoned here?"
"Who said we were imprisoned at all?"
Momentarily, the fiery eyes jumped between the king and Ratbag.
"Call it a hunch. You both should leave."
"But, what ab-"
"Now, you don't worry your pretty little heads. I'll take care of this. You just follow the trail of corpses, you should be able to find a way out."
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Kingdom of the fallen
Fiksi Penggemar***UNDER EDITTING*** As a ranger of Gondor, Talion was slaughtered on the Black Gate with everyone he ever loved. However, Talion did not find peace in death. He was cursed, and resurrected, by a powerful wraith Celebrimbor, who reforged him into an...
