His Corrupted Heart [Witch-King x OC]

Chapter XIV : To Pursue the Heart's Desire

"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire. " -Unknown

Inconnu woke up with an empty feeling.

For the first time in nearly two weeks Inconnu felt empty inside and this unnerved her greatly. It was only after a few moments of shifting around underneath the cover of the Dire Wolf pelt that she opened her eyes and saw exactly what was wrong.

Er-Murazor was nowhere to be seen.

She sat up suddenly and looked around the campground which they had pitched for the night. Still, he was nowhere to be seen. She stood on shaky feet and her eyes stared into every direction she could think of to find evidence of his remaining presence. Even looking around further she could see no trail that led from the camp and the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach grew worse.

"Sverundr," She called to her companion, her voice shaking ever so slightly, trying to maintain composure. The large stallion rose from his resting spot and was immediately at her side, nuzzling her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her anxiety. It worked to a degree, but the growing fears of Er-Murazor's absence was proving to be stronger.

"He can't have left," Inconnu muttered to herself, "We're not in any immediate danger. There's no reason to separate at this time." Then she added much more quietly, "Not when he's so close to freedom."

"You are correct Inconnu," A new voice broke into the air, deep and calm. "On the surface there is no immediate danger for you and the Witch-King of Angmar."

Inconnu looks to her immediate right and saw her patron Oromё, the Great Hunter of the Valar, standing there in his armor of chainmail and furs, his great bow slung across his back as well as his hunting horn. She was then put into a slight shock when she realized that she was not dreaming, that he was physically in front of her.

The smile on his features grew wider as he saw the questions in her grey gaze.

"I frequent Middle Earth often my Chosen, this is no strange occurrence."

"O-of course," Inconnu managed to get out, and then noticed that the Great Hunter was not alone. In his hand he held reins of fine leather, which led the equally fine leatherwork of the bridle of a finer stallion. His coat was of a shining white, mane and tail almost silver in the morning sunlight, and the stallion at Oromё's side possessed dark eyes filled with wisdom and great knowledge.

Sverundr nickered to the other stallion, bobbing his head slightly in excitement. The white stallion returned this and Oromё smiled before letting go of the reins. Inconnu watched in interest as Sverundr and the white stallion greeted each other with obvious familiarity. Oromё noted her interest and gave explanation.

"You already know that Sverundr is one of the Mearas, but you did not know his lineage. Your stallion's sire is my own, whereas his mother was a true descendant of Felaróf. Nahar has been my companion since the beginning, and so shall Sverundr be for you and yours until the end."

This was a grand revelation, and Inconnu had to ask, "So the little colt who kept me from falling was truly waiting for me?"

"Yes, he is yours as you are his. This has always been so since his birth."

Her heart warmed at this, appreciating Sverundr even more than she already did. The large stallion was a better friend than she could ever ask for. A true friend indeed. However, her feelings were still torn from Er-Murazor's absence. She had gotten so used to him being around that him suddenly missing from her side was something felt keenly. Oromё knew this as well, and his calm tones also adopted ones of soothing.