@maladum | Gorovod asked: When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be?
Pale skin ruddied with Gorgoroth’s ash, fingernails lined with dried dirt and blood, a constant vigilance that will not cease — a long day’s work is behind her but the slave overseer wears her labor as a second skin. The filth inseparable. However, in the presence of one of Sauron’s top advisors, posture is a little straighter, the coolness of her gaze less harsh, and words resound more polished despite the ruffness of her voice. The reason for his visit is unknown, the philosophizing of his question strange and disconcerting. As she stares, the whites of her eyes stand more stark against black kohl that line the lids.
❝ I see neither. The sky is not there to fill one with hope or despair. Nor do I place weight on premonitions. Why do you ask this of me, Master Gorovod? ❞













