Gold were the fires that birthed the world in chaos, and spilled from the molten crevasses of Earth. Gold soaks the bellies of clouds as the sun dies, and gold fall the screaming ribbons from a crucible. Gold, the eyes of preying beasts, the backs of lions; gold, the secret cells of honeycomb, the tongues of liars, the temptress of greed. Gold are the hoards of my dragons, the seat of my throne; gold are the floors of hell! Gold bears my seal, my stamp; it is the metal of my desire and all who crave it carry a piece of me in their hearts.
They say I cannot create, only twist and corrupt what already was; this is a lie. The truth they know, and fear: I have always had power over the purest elements– fire that scours, ice that halts, darkness that existed before the light touched it, and perfect, incorruptible gold.
“My liege, you will be spoken of as no king before you, for you will accomplish that which no man ever before has dared. You are destined for greatness; to bathe your feet in deathless waters, and wrench the Flame Eternal from those jealous gods who have so long denied the race of Men. You will be as the king of legend who delivered the sun’s fire to humanity, in the tales of old Harad.
And best of all, my golden one, you will tell the tale yourself, for being deathless, your reign will never end.”
Maybe they’ll love me then. “And you, my faithful advisor, shall be rewarded with everything that Númenor has to offer. I would not have come this close to immortality without your guidance. I thank you, Tar-Mairon.”
“Ah, my lord,” he winced, choosing his words carefully, “Your servant is not worthy of such a name! I am only a voice, the tongue with which the Giver of Freedom speaks. I am a guide to those betrayed by the Valar, and of course, your loyal friend.” He licked his lips. “Will you not call me what I am?: Zîgur. Or perhaps ‘Sapthân’ if your majesty is so inclined; for wisdom is my gift to you.”
“My liege, you will be spoken of as no king before you, for you will accomplish that which no man ever before has dared. You are destined for greatness; to bathe your feet in deathless waters, and wrench the Flame Eternal from those jealous gods who have so long denied the race of Men. You will be as the king of legend who delivered the sun’s fire to humanity, in the tales of old Harad.
And best of all, my golden one, you will tell the tale yourself, for being deathless, your reign will never end.”
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