[ not surprising, perhaps, that he isn't awake. given his injuries, he'd likely been drugged heavily, and sleeps now as best he may. --it begins to wear off eventually, though, becoming more apparent as he shifts, eye moving beneath the lid, maimed hands clenching weakly where they may against the stark sheets.
of a sudden, his eye flies open, and he comes awake all at once with a hoarse, strangled cry, surging up in the sheets-- only to fall back when his body won't support him. for a few moments, he simply trembles, staring up in mute confusion at the ceiling. the last he remembers.. the last.. he swallows back the bile, grateful that there's nothing in his stomach. how long had he been in that place? panic swells in his chest at the thought that this might be some sort of trick, some other way to torment him-- but even as he thinks it, a familiar brightness on his other side filters into his awareness.
.. no. it can't be. can it? sauron has never been able to do this, never so perfectly. weakly, he turns his head, and-- it is her. wherever this is, however he's come to be here.. ]
Cousin, [ he manages, voice a bare thread. it aches to speak, but it's better than the agony of before, and an ache is a small price to pay. ] How--?
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of a sudden, his eye flies open, and he comes awake all at once with a hoarse, strangled cry, surging up in the sheets-- only to fall back when his body won't support him. for a few moments, he simply trembles, staring up in mute confusion at the ceiling. the last he remembers.. the last.. he swallows back the bile, grateful that there's nothing in his stomach. how long had he been in that place? panic swells in his chest at the thought that this might be some sort of trick, some other way to torment him-- but even as he thinks it, a familiar brightness on his other side filters into his awareness.
.. no. it can't be. can it? sauron has never been able to do this, never so perfectly. weakly, he turns his head, and-- it is her. wherever this is, however he's come to be here.. ]
Cousin, [ he manages, voice a bare thread. it aches to speak, but it's better than the agony of before, and an ache is a small price to pay. ] How--?