An Evil Cradling

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Today, Brenda and Elaine still live in Belfast, but the three siblings see one another regularly and he talks to them a lot on the phone. Amid wreckage and steaming ruin he had ascended to a precarious throne, but though grief wore at him, he would do what he must for his people. Rough hands gripped about his shoulders and yanked him aside when the terrain shifted, his boots scrabbled for purchase upon the broken shale as slowly they began to descend, and through the panicked clutter of his thoughts Maedhros guessed that they wound now across the easternmost slopes of the Ered Wethrin, and down to the sparse plains of Ard-galen below. His mother died in 2004 having survived his captivity – something she rarely spoke about, Keenan says. He grimaced as Gothmog withdrew the skin, but as the Balrog then took up a bowl of dark, chunky stew Maedhros stared at him in confusion.

He had given up teaching, "because what the kids needed to learn they were learning on the streets and not in my classroom. Furiously he fought; they would not take him, they would not take him, the thought screeched through his head as his boots skidded through a mire of blood, but as a fiery whip suddenly cut towards his head, in that terrible instant he came undone. But even through his apprehension, surprise washed through him, for it seemed almost as though an elf sat beside him, a thickly muscled ner made warped by some slow geological cataclysm. I could feel, twirl in my hand, the earrings that my mother wore when I was a child and she'd carry me in her arms.Before three monstrous Valaraukar he was dragged, and four burly uruks held him fast as their flame-filled eyes appraised him. The enumerations suggest the plentiful reasons of his never ending human degradation and exposure to filth. His chaotic reaction is further emphasised by the extreme, seemingly almost exaggerated verbs or adjective for their nouns. He laughs for ages at the memory, then we go on to chat for a while about the family holiday two summers ago, when he and Audrey took the boys to Lebanon. I remember thinking, if I'm going to die here, my biggest regret is that I haven't had any kids," he says.

Dust billowed about the heel of his boot as it skidded across the dirt, the uruk bellowed out its hatred as fleetly Maedhros turned, and after one brutal, scuffling moment of torsion, he drove the knife to its hilt within the uruk’s neck.The blunt tone of knowing in Gothmog’s voice sent spears of foreboding lancing through Maedhros’ heart.