Azof and the Cult of the Scorpion Goddess | By : kspence Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“These panels show” (the priestess told Azof) “that in the evening of the first day, the red sun first saw the shining, silver crescent face of the blessed Queen of Light. Under the stars of that first night they lay together, side by side in the western sky. The sun’s essence was strong! The Queen welcomed him and her body soon quickened with his children – she how grows heavy, round and full?”
(“Oh yeah?” Azof squinted at the drawings, head tilted to one side. “It looks like - is it supposed to look like, you know – phases of the moon?”
The girl nodded. “Yes.”)
They moved onto the next series of images.
“One at a time the blessed Queen birthed them, her shining, scuttling young; one at a time, day upon day until she faded to a shadow of her former crescent self. Afterwards, exhausted by her labours the Queen closed her many, faceted, shining eyes and laid down her head to rest.”
(“Her ‘many, faceted eyes’?” Azof exclaimed incredulously. “Wot? So how many eye’s your Queen of Light got, then?”
The girl shrugged. “This is the way of the story - our traditional way of telling.”)
“The Queen” (the young woman continued), “closed her eyes and she slept in blessed slumber for two dark nights. When he could not find her, the sun grew jealous of her children. He hunted through the hills and forest till he found her sacred birthing-nest, hidden beneath the roots of a great cedar tree. Then he crushed the blessed, shining brood.”
“When she woke the next night the Queen saw what the sun had done and her rage and grief were terrible to hear. She ravened through the sacred forest, making the ground shake. Mighty trees fell before her - the earth was razed in her wake. The fertile hillsides slipped. The soil choked and killed the rivers and the salt waves beat high as all was washed down to the sea.”
“At the end, when the Queen was finished the green hills and sacred forest had gone forever. The trees were gone. The green fields would grow grass no more. The land was rendered to a stony desert and in memory of that first, lost, blessed brood, in her sacred desert the Queen made new and multiplied her little, scuttling children –“
She broke off then, momentarily distracted. Rugratz, deep in his cups, had started singing a bawdy Orcish drinking-song, the lyrics of which in this starlit, open temple-space sounded even to the perennially slow-on-the-uptake Azof, outrageously profane.
“So that’s what this one’s showing is it?” he asked in a loud voice, primarily to block out the sounds of Rugratz’s off-key caterwauling. “This’ll be the Queen multiplying her kids, is it?”
“It is,” the third priestess said serenely.
The carvings they’d been looking at were all intricately executed, with no portion of background left undecorated. Weird enlargements and foreshortenings of the subject material had been included, seemingly with the intention of adding emphasis to key parts of the narrative. They were so densely-illustrated - and at the same time highly stylized - that it was difficult for Azof to properly determine what much of the material they depicted was actually intended to represent. Possibly it was on account of the episode with the old Orc sergeant earlier in the day, but now Azof found that something about the (obviously intended to be abstract) images in the final panel of the frieze was putting him in mind of....certain, very specific types of desert wildlife.
“Here!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at the panels in his agitation. “So if these things here and here are supposed the Queen’s children, right, how come they all look just like great big scor –“
The girl whirled round to face him, staring at him in surprise. “Did I not say it has been given you to see? Are they not glorious?”
“Er…yeah, I s’pose,” Azof said doubtfully. The scorpions in the pictures looked as big as houses, which didn’t sound particularly ‘glorious’ to him - but maybe that was due to traditional ways of story telling, too.
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