It was a tall and black as night when she was dragged in, hardly forced to her feet she felt the ground slam beneath her. Nothing could describe she felt as she met the eyes of those who merely whispered his name. His long black hair and silvery gaze stared back at her as if to see right through her and beyond. Never would she understand his choice in her and her alone. Beyond what she had seen or lived through no amount decay of the foundation of the floor beneath her could be touched. Black stone and darkened ice made the room cold, as the fire brimmed above and sounded like the howl of the wind. If there was ever a feeling so cold this was it. The room shot up beyond what she could see as he sat upon his decayed throne as the throne seemingly was rusting away with time. The Lord who had sat there before she dared not utter the name "Morgoth", a name she had feared in stories. Here she was now before his self-proclaimed heir in all his darkened glory. A pale complexion was wearing away as if he was fading away to another plane not parallel to this one. If he would exist outside of time not bending to the laws of this world, he would rather rule it and it was clear. Her gaze sharpened as her blue eyes were full of anger and suddenly hatred. "Do you not fear the Lord before you? King of those he claims?" She heard his darkened voice thick with curiosity. She didn't move as she looked up at him over the years she knew fear could not exist within her. "I do not bow to mock kings who have no claim where they aren't welcomed." She spoke her voice harsh as she stood up with her grace. Her long blond hair untamed as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Why do you summon me here?" She asked with a glare wishing her blade was beside her. She had lost it in the struggle with the orcs it was either her blade or her life. Knowing that she would dearly be wishing for death but Sauron still had to make his intentions with her clear. Her comment angered her; she had a sharp tongue a bold spirit. "You are no good to me dead, you sang for me once and danced happily with me. Do you recall?" He asked his voice amused hardly phased by her insult. "Those were simpler times, had I known your true form I would have never even laid my eyes on you. My back would be turned away from you and your shadow." She replied as he stood. "Quiet!" he proclaimed as she was forced silent. He walked to her as he circled her as she stared off into the blackness. There was no help for her here, as she knew she was alone which was turning her soul cold. She was wary of him as she was now his prisoner and he could do as he pleased with her. He touched her cheek which she flinched forcing her to gaze him in the eyes. "Do you wish for home? Do you wish for the death of me?" He asked as he could read her eyes were longing for home and her loved ones. "I wish for your destruction that is no lie." She spoke keeping the tremor in her voice away from his ears. "I will see your death…"She added as he slammed her to the floor. "Do not mistake you're unharmed as mercy I need you in one piece." He grimaced over her as she had the wind knocked out of her. "You will know fear, you will know pain, and you will know death. There is no music here for you to sing or to dance to but you will do as I bid and please." He told her as the orc guards forced her to feet. "Only a coward like you would hit a woman to the floor." She spat at him as she watched him turn sharply. He grabbed her by the cheek whispering to her. "I promise you I am no coward." He pushed her away as she was taken to be held in a cell deep beneath the ground.