Instadrabbles (delayed dribbles) by 0ur_Ouroboros  

Restoration (a smile can do that?)

He embraces pain and cold; he worships at their altar. But this time they are blinding. He looks down to see the blade, glowing blue, casting a curious light straight through him.

Then there is nothing.

And yet—

He feels it more than anything. A voice that beckons, a caress on his cheek and on his head gentle as summer breeze.

He is beyond thought, beyond knowledge, and still he knows to follow.

Light takes shape around a room. He looks down at his hands and his mouth gapes. They are clean, whole, each finger the same on both sides. He flexes them a little.  He feels strong. And something else too. Good. 

“What is this place?” As soon as it leaves his mouth he has the curious thought that he’s asking it of no one and everything at the same time.

“A place for restoration.” The same voice, that presence. He looks then, and sees the shadow that somehow is also a god.

“Stay as long as you need,”’ and the smile embraces him.

A smile can do that? He thinks. I have much to learn. 

Chapter End Notes

All orcs go to Mandos too. If they accept.