Egor was the most experienced miner in the Mines of Moria. Others who had mined as long as he were driven mad with the mithril lust, lost in the need for the beauty of the silver metal. Many told him he ought to quit while he still had the full use of his wits, yet he never did. What else did he have to do?
One day, however, Egor made a discovery so beautiful and precious that even his eyes, hardened against the beautiful mithril, wept at the sight.
Egor was following a vein of mithril when the vein abruptly turned away from him and the rock gave into a small cavern. Having determined that open space was beyond the wall he was working at, he proceeded with caution. The cave was roughly the size of a large room, and a silver light gently shone from the opposite side of the cavern. Stepping carefully down onto the floor and gently testing the stability of the rock beneath him (because others had died for assuming the floor before them was solid), Egor squinted to see where the light was originating from, as he knew the cavern to be almost a mile underground. A pillar of clear crystal slowly faded into sight. Though the crystal was beautiful, the being frozen inside stole Egor's breath.
Every line in his body screamed heart-breaking sorrow and agony. Eyes closed, his smooth, white skin a sharp contrast against his ebony hair, which was streaming forever behind him, a tall, painfully slim - almost delicate - young man floated, suspended in timeless crystal. One hand over his heart, the other stretched forward toward Egor in a silent plea for comfort. A close-cut emerald shirt and snug black pants clung to his lean figure, highlighting beautiful, perfect lines. His bare feet leant him an aura of innocence, while the tears captured on his face accentuated his sorrow.
A matching tear trailed slowly down Egor's face as he stood before the beautiful youth. He watched in wonder, unable to turn away, as eyes that should have been sealed shut by crystal slid open. Those green eyes, deeper and more startling than any emerald, hypnotized him and he wondered vaguely if this was what those with the mithril madness felt.
A sweet, anguished tenor sang through the stifling air around him. Why have you woken me?
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Ron… Ginny… Fred… George… frauds...
Please.
Dumbledore… traitor…
Please…
Hermione… Death Eater…
Please. I…
Gone. All gone…
Please. I want…
So much death… so much…
Please. I want…
Betrayed, hurt, frightened… searching… so long…
Please. I want to…
Immortality. Tom always wanted it… such irony that I should gain it…
Please. I want to forget…
Destruction… smoking rubble and dead bodies far as the eye can see…
Please. I want to sleep… forever.
We will grant your wish, young one.
Darkness.
A small movement brings me from the depths of unconsciousness.
Then footsteps, a short figure approaching rouses me.
The despair, the suffering, the pure agony…
Why have you woken me?