*bangs head* Yet another Weird Day fic. I'm obsessed with this thing, I tell ya. OK, so this is for my favorite pairing, Sarah/Soromir. Pretty dark and angsty, VERY AU. Please review?
WARNING! PLEASE READ!: This will contain mature content. If that's not your thing, then just skip it. No bitching about it!
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The kidnapping of Sarah Elessarwen was ridiculously easier than had been expected.
The plan was executed flawlessly. As she left the White City for another hunt, all they needed to do was follow her and drug her from behind. When she awoke, she was chained to the wall of a little-used cell without her magic or precious Jumping.
For most involved, it was a pleasure to put her into her rightful place. For Soromir son of Meglidur, it was necessary. Of course, he could never tell his authorities that. He would never tell them how, as they treated him as their pawn, he was amassing his own force to take control of their 'noble cause'. He would never tell them of how, when his last contact in his former country's noble capital told him what she knew, that he had immediately moved into action. He would never tell them about what plans he really had for his former friend and ally. No, no, all of his ambitions were privy to only him himself...
The game was set, now all that was left was to set it into motion.
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Sarah groaned as she slowly came to, blinking away the multicolored spots of fatigue that danced before her eyes. She realized that she was still in the cell she had woken up in earlier. How long had she been there? From the dull pain, it was more than twelve hours. She remembered dully waking up and eagerly gulping down the lone loaf of bread suspiciously placed in the center of the cell, just within her reach.
Stupid, stupid Sarah! She chastised herself. Never ever ever EVER eat the suspicious-looking bread!
She grimaced to herself and tried to Jump, but again, the power slipped away from her. She snarled with frustration as she tried and tried again, to no avail; she hated being powerless.
Before she could formulate a plan, the locks in her door slid out of place, and her eyes snapped up as the door opened. The lights blinded her for a moment as two large, burly men that smelled like stables walked through the doorway. The chains were undone and she was dragged up. "On your feet, princess." He snarled, and she wrenched away before spitting in his face. His face contorted with rage, and he brought back his hand to strike her as the other man grabbed her from behind when a fluid, lazy voice spoke.
"Don't."
All three froze and turned back to the doorway. A tall, thin man stood like a rain in the doorway. His gaunt face was as pale as snow, the exact opposite of his jet black hair that formed a neatly trimmed beard and shoulder-length hair tied back. He smiled slightly and bowed his head to Sarah as she glared at him suspiciously. "Sarah Elessarwen, we meet at last. I am Caligo, I am in command of these barbarians."
"Very nice to meet you." She said sarcastically. "Now, would you mind telling me where I am and just why I am here?"
He smiled again. "If you would come with me." He said, motioning for her to walk in front of him. She yanked her arm out of the second man's grip and cautiously walked out of the cell, massaging her sore wrists. He continued to smile, though his beetle-black eyes examined her coldly and watched her every move. She considered fighting her way out, then decided against it. The guy looked like he could kill her easily. He led her through old stone corridors, deeper and deeper into wherever-the-hell-she-was. She smelled Orc everywhere. He stopped in front of a heavy wooden door made of dark wood and black metal. He knocked on it, and an irritated voice answered.
"Enter."
The door swung open, and Caligo ushered her inside before closing the door behind her. She stared at it, panic starting to beat in her chest, then she froze as the voice spoke again, chillingly familiar.
"My friend. It has been so long."
She spun around and gasped. A man was leaning over a large table spread with maps and papers, most weighed down with rocks or small candles. The man himself looked like a beast, his familiar face twisted with amusement at her shock, rage and horror.
"Soromir." She said quietly.
He nodded. "Indeed I am." He said with another smirk. He grandly swept out an arm at the rooms, which were obviously his chambers. "Welcome to my humble abode."
"Why am I here?" She demanded coldly, a lump of emotions she didn't quite know what to do with welling in her throat. This man was her worst enemy, and yet, some time ago, they had been the closest friends you could imagine. She shook off her nostalgia and steeled herself, crossing her arms. "You and I have nothing to discuss."
He raised his eyebrow. "Obviously we do. And I brought you here to simply... congratulate you."
A chill ran down her spine. He couldn't know. She thought. He couldn't. No one else does! "What do you mean?" She bluffed.
"You know damned well what I mean." His eyes were trained on her like a predator, pinning his prey in place. He slowly walked towards her from behind the table, and she backed up until she was against the door, panic and fear ripping through her, making her dumb and irrational. He smirked as he ran the back of his hand over her cheek. Chills racked her body at the touch and the look in his eyes. "How could I allow you to go off without giving you a goodbye gift?" He said in a low voice that, if nothing else, told her his intentions.
She put her hands on his chest and pushed, trying to run away, only to be caught and thrown back against the wall with a flash of pain. "Where are you going in such a rush, my friend?" He asked mockingly, and she screamed with panic and tried to break away again. This time she managed to strike at his face, even if it was a feeble strike, an accident really. But she froze at his reaction.
His face contorted with rage, and he struck her as hard as he could. She fell to the ground with a cry and a crash, knocking over a tall rack. He grabbed her roughly and dragged her back up before striking her again, shaking her shoulders as tears began to well in her eyes. "You will love me as I have loved you!" He roared before throwing her towards the other rooms. And though she screamed, no help came.