The voice echoed in the dry air of the chamber. Helryx’s voice was terse, thick with urgency. She stepped forward and pressed something into his hand. It was the gnomon—a piece of the ancient sundial he had unlocked. What did it mean? He could not say.
Takanuva glanced to his left. The Silent Toa still stood motionless, his eyes grim. Krakua was a strange Toa, Takanuva thought; but, of the three beings which surrounded him in this dim chamber, he trusted him the most.
Krakua nodded, his voice echoing in Takanuva’s mind: “Go.”
The other being was there too: Brutaka, the traitor, the one whom they said had despaired, once.
“Once condemned, but now redeemed,” Helryx had said. The scarred mask upon Brutaka’s face flickered with a dangerous light. The Olmak was perilous. A thing that could open doors…gateways.
Windows through the Void.
There was nothing for it now. No other task, no other cause.
No other duty.
Takanuva faced forward now, steeling his nerves, eyes wide against the terrible light of what loomed before him.
The portal gaped.
He stepped forward.
Windows Through the Void
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Edited by Tolkien, Dec 16 2011 - 03:58 PM.