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Disclaimer: If I owned Lord of the Rings, Jeebus knows my life would be that much better. But since life seems to loathe me right now, I'm guessing I don't. Although god knows I want to own Aragorn and Legolas….:bashes her own head with a meat log: don't dream! Dreams are bad!

Betrayals

By Luthien

"Anin." A cold voice ran through her mind, beckoning her to where the horses were being kept; she would have to go; it was that or, a death that she wished not to endure.

"Begging pardon, M'lord," She said to Isuldur, who was planning to set out to fight Sauron at sunrise. "I must see to the food, for the men need their strength."

"Then go, for I do not wish to see an army of underfed Elves and Men on the marrow." He replied, looking at the girl warmly; she was his favorite servant, hence why she on the battle field with him, for he wished not to part with her. Although that was not the only reason she was there, for he enjoyed her 'company' at night as well.

'No doubt he'll take me tonight, I assume,' she thought in her mind. 'He'll probably say he wants it for good luck. I do hope that this works.' She walked quickly, picking up her skirts as she stepped over a sleeping soldier; she thought he was sleeping, but his eyes were open, and she gasped, before realizing that it was an Elf. 'Damned be the Elves!' She thought again. She finally reached the horses, and saw the black cloaked figure there.

"I've been waiting for nearly an hour, you damned girl." He said in a low voice. "Do you have it?"

"Of course, Daecam*" She said, and she closed the space between them, so they could whisper without being heard, for the ears of the Elves were keen…

"Well then, tell me, girl!"

"They're attacking first thing on sunrise. Isuldur talked his father into it. There are going to be three waves coming at you, the fist both Elves and Men, the second only the latter, and the last only Elves. It will be from the west and the east, trying to head off your clear escape routes, so that they will be able to herd your armies into the cliffs, and finish you off there." She looked at the fair face hidden underneath the hood. "Does that help?"

"More than you know. The plans of a rival army are practically the most valuable thing in a war. How did you find them out this time?"

"Pillow talk." She said simply. "Being the whore of royalty has some advantages."

"He took you again?" Daecam asked heatedly.

"He takes me constantly. But do not deny that it helps you out more than you know."

"Tell me how that bastard forcing you under his sheets is helping us." He said bitterly.

"For one thing, I wouldn't be gathering such precious information if he wasn't forcing me to be with him, for I would have no reason to loathe him as I do. And I get the best information. Men are caught up in themselves the most after their release, and they say any thing to amplify that feeling." She smirked. "Are you jealous, Daecam?"

"More than you will ever know. You get good things for being a human." He brought the hood down, so she was looking at his features; hair as dark as the night, eyes that were almost as dark, and the ears that the Elves possessed.

"And you are incredibly evil for an Elf, Daecam."

"Sauron is still keeping his promise to you, for this information. I can bring you back with me tonight, and he won't take you again. And Sauron will give you the reward." His voice was hopeful, and his eyes seemed to be pleading with her; after a hesitant pause in their conversation, she replied.

"Indeed, I must get away from here." She nodded to him, and he led her away, to where he had his horse waiting. She mounted, and he followed behind her. As he kneed the horse, to set a quiet pace, he could smell the girls red hair as it whipped him in the face; he had his arms around her, hands grasping the reins, and he could feel the cold that came from her. He was a Dark Elf; he had betrayed his people, as had she. Aninlacea had practically betrayed her entire race to the Dark Lord, without a second thought; Daecam still knew not why, although he had asked her many times.

She had come to him while he was staying in an inn in Minas Tirith, trying to gather information about what the kings of Gondor were planning to do about Sauron. She had a keen sense, almost like that of the Elves, and had known who he was. She asked him if she could help, and he took her, bound, gagged, and unconscious, to Sauron, where the Dark Lord himself took counsel with the girl and told her that if she could relay valuable information, he would reward her greatly. She was of the race of Men, and knew many tricks for boiling the blood of men, and she used these tricks to get next to Isuldur. Daecam had loved her much, ever since the girl, of only seventeen, had come up to him in the bar, and she had felt the same of him. It hurt him at times to know what the poor girl was going through just to get what she was, but now it was over, she would never have to do it again, and it nearly overjoyed him; he could have her for himself.

"How far away are you camped?" She asked, and they then heard the yelling among the men behind them complaining about how hungry they were; she snickered before he answered her.

"Only about five or six miles. We should be there shortly." He paused. "Anin, I want to know what Sauron is giving you. Tell me, please." He whispered into her ear.

"Do you truly love me?" She asked, staring off into the darkness as they rode.

"With all my heart." The question threw him off; what did his feelings have to do with her request.

"I've seen it in my heart. Tomorrow your armies will win. And after that, I want to be with you forever."

"No…he's not giving you that…is he?"

"I can spend eternity with you. He's giving me eternal life, Daecam." He could almost hear her smiling in the dark.

"And I would gladly spend it with you." He kissed her cheek, and took her hand.

*Daecam means 'Shadow Hand'