The statue was not even half finished, but there was no real question of who it was. Short hair, and an all too familiar posture.
Thendryt had walked into Imlad Gelair on impulse. But he did not expect to see a half made statue of Faorie in the glade. Who the mason was wasn’t blatantly obvious.
Thendryt heard Raolor approach. He was standing on the opposite end of the statue, and didn’t reveal himself until the Elf started picking up tools.
“Thought you preferred bones.” Thendryt said, as he revealed himself.
“What are you doing here, mortal?” Raolor’s voice was calm. His back was facing Thendryt, and he made no effort to turn.
“Am I not allowed to be here, Elf?”
“I do not know who allows you the things you do. But I do not deem these decisions wise.”
Thendryt chuckled.
“You surprise me, Raolor.” Thendryt took a step to the side, bringing him in front of the statue. “Or rather, I suppose you disappoint me. I did not think you this weak.”
Raolor slowly turned around. He picked up a white stone and slowly made his way over to Thendryt.
Thendryt placed his hands behind his back. One hand resting on the handle of a dagger, just in case.
Raolor stopped right in his face. His gaze showed little emotion. He looked down at the large stone in his hand, and raised it slightly. The two locked eyes. As the stone exploded in the sculptor’s hand, Thendryt didn’t flinch.
“Scary.” Thendryt said, his voice full of sarcasm.
“You are lucky. I am not your enemy anymore, mortal. Had I been your enemy, you would be at this stone's place.”
Thendryt shook his head.
“My dear Raolor…” Thendryt’s tone get slightly more hostile. “You honestly think I'm frightened of you? You've never been a threat.” Thendryt tiled his head towards the statue. “You weakness is too easy to find.”
“If I wanted to frighten you, I would not show such kindness.” The Elf replied. “Kindness you do not deserve.”
Thendryt suddenly laughed as he realized what now bound the Elf. Faorie must have made him back off completely. The very thought of the large Elf being so easily controlled by her brought a sinister smile to his face.
“So bound… So hopeless.” Thendryt mocked, but his voice darkened. “Let me give you a piece of advice, Elf. Be careful who you threaten. With a weakness so exposed as yours...” Thendryt glanced over at the statue, as his smile returned.
“It’s not bad.” Thendryt continued. “But her shoulders are a bit small.”
Thendryt walked past the Elf.
“Tell me, Thendryt the mortal.” Raolor’s words brought Thendryt to a halt. “Where did you get these lovely scars?”
Thendryt turned around very slowly. Images of Myrith raced in front of his eyes.
“I bet the one who caused them had great fun. He was luckier than me, he was your enemy.” Raolor tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes. “On both sides... That is rare. I have seldom seen similar scars on both sides. It rarely happens in battle.”
“You are a victim, mortal, trying to act as if you were the predator.” The Elf laughed. “But YOU are the one being weak. Tormented, and abandoned.”
Weaknesss…
Thendryt grinned, widely.
“Oh, this smile. Do not play the game of masks with the Eldar, mortal.” Raolor said.
“He was the very best. And he had plenty of fun.” Thendryt replied, his voice low and dark, yet the smile remained. “You told me you sculpted in flesh and bone. I do not. I leave a mess.”
Thendryt’s smiled faded, slowly.
“I do not build sculptures.” Thendryt’s eyes darkened. “I built a fire.”
“I better leave you to your work.”
“You better leave me to my work. The first reasonable thing I am hearing for today.” Raolor replied.
“I'll make sure to let Faorie know you said hi.”
Thendryt turned around and left the Elf to his own weakness, and obsession.
