TuT
(截自The Evil Cradling的某些段落)
"By my lord's grace you dwell within these stones," the Maia called, "and by your impudence he would see you expelled, houseless and accursed, to the pitiless realms without! Be gone, should you wish to keep favour, and fill your bellies elsewhere!"
A low, visceral growl filled the hall then, it thrummed with dark malevolence, yet where Maedhros cowered from it the Maia stood undaunted, the silver whip burning in his hand.
<We know what you cry to the darknesssssss> a voice hissed, and the other continued <when he comes, in shadows, yes, yes, when he hurts you, we know what you cry, we know the taste of your screams>
"You know nothing of me." Brighter still the flaming whip shone, so bright that Maedhros shielded his eyes from its radiance as the lieutenant commanded, "Be gone!"
A horrible, gurgling laugh echoed from above, and again came a voice, though fainter now, and amid the scrape of bloated, dragging flesh.
<We know when you ssssssleep, little Maia> it snarled. <We remember how to bite>
The lieutenant's eyes narrowed in displeasure, ghostly flames licked over the palm of his hand, but at last the creatures retreated, and with a flick of his wrist those fires were extinguished, and with them too the whip vanished. Swiftly then the Maia turned to Maedhros left curled below him, and sharply said, "You will come with me, now."
然后后面某一章
"What those... what those things said..." Maedhros growled; from where he was pinned he twisted, he spat the words up into the lieutenant's face. "I know that he hurts you..."
A terrible silence rent the air; blind adrenaline pumped in Maedhros' veins, until at last the lieutenant spoke.
"You think that you know pain, elfling?" His voice was awful; cold and distant and such power crawled beneath it that Maedhros instinctively shied away. "You know nothing of the world."
And how Maedhros screamed as the knife skewered through his ring finger; the nail splintered from his flesh in a dark splatter of blood and mercilessly the lieutenant held him down.
"You," the Maia spat, "you are nothing but a spoiled, stupid little child who thinks that one taste of war might make him a king. I have walked this earth since before your worthless kind was conceived, I have served my lord since before the first of your people crawled from the mud to claim himself a conqueror. What, in your craven dreams, do you think that you could fathom of me?"
