The waters leave him bodiless, naked in the Dark. For the briefest moment… a pull toward what he rejected many lifetimes ago; his answer now is as it was then. He rejects the call of Death.
Even were he so inclined, to heed that call would be desertion. Yet it whispers, even now, that Death would be freedom. Still, even if he would, he could not follow, for he is bound to his Lord, like his brethren.
He returns, and naked in the Dark, cringes before his Lord. He has, somehow, disappointed Him by even acknowledging, hearing, that other call.
Written for the June 2013 Nuzgûl of the Month (Death, Desertion, Disappointment)
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