Lady of Mordor

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Chapter One

Fuinwen of Mordor

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Darkness.

It surrounded her and pressed down on her. A blanket of darkness suffocated her in black.

Emptiness.

It filled her heart and soul with no living hope inside her, reducing it to emptiness. Her heart was empty, black and torn.

Mordor.

The name made shivers run down her spine. It was her dreaded home where she would stay with no escape.

Fuinwen of Mordor sat in the corner of her dark cell filled with only black. The only source of light was the flickering torches on the dull stone walls behind the bars.

Fuinwen... In her mind, she laughed bitterly. A name they dubbed her: Fuinwen of Mordor, servant of darkness. Once she was Maloth, gold flower of Imladris where she once had dwelled in peace and harmony.

Imladris seemed like a distant memory forgotten under the darkness looming in her mind. She had once known her true identity but now it was well forgotten.

Her golden hair was specked with dirt and was in disarray. Her gown was stained with her own dried blood and her eyes were filled with emptiness. The pools of green had no emotion in them but shrouded with emptiness and darkness reflecting the land of Mordor, which was only darkness and emptiness.

The darkness had consumed her, leaving her mindless. She cared no more about life but only death. She wished death on herself as days inched by slowly. She was losing her mind and she could feel it in her heart.

She could no longer control herself but only think dark thoughts with no meaning. The Land of the Shadow had reduced her to nothing but an empty shadow.

She was bitter and cold and no longer cared about good nor evil. She did not care. She had forgotten emotion and life but only the Void and death.

And in the shadows, she cursed the orders she was given. The orders she was soon forced to fulfill. The memory stung her for it was still fresh in her mind only occurring hours ago.

The Orc pushed her roughly to the grounds, her knees crashing onto the hard stone. Raising her head slightly, she caught the Orc's master who was another Orc, yet larger and more menacing. He spoke to her with bitterness and spite.

"The Lord commands you to fulfill his wishes, She-Elf," he said as he spat before her knees. Surprising, she heard a hoarse voice retort.

"I will not," it snarled. She recognized the voice as her own but her tongue had wrapped around the wrong words to utter to an Orc. A whip lashed her skin with a sting of pain and she accepted the pain without wincing.

"You will not, She-Elf? Insolence will not be accepted by the Lord," he said wickedly. "His wills will be done. Will you not hear his wishes, fool?"

She did not answer and the Orc continued. "He wishes for you to kill the one who carries his Ring and bring the Ring to him." She laughed coldly.

"I will not," she snarled. The Orc laughed. "You will not, Elf?" he sneered. "You are binded to the Dark Lord if you wish it or not. You must obey his orders and or face his wrath. He has punishments you would fear for you do not fear our whips after we have whipped you countless times. He will make you feel pain again and his magic is strong..." He waved his hand and two Orcs emerged from the shadows, one holding a bowl filled with glowing embers, still hot.

Fuinwen screamed as the glowing iron pressed against her skin, burning. She shook violently as the piece of iron was removed from her skin and a mark, a mark of Sauron was placed on her arm, glowing red.

"You are bound to his wills," the Orc said disappearing as he walked down the corridor. Two Orcs pulled on her arms and dragged her to her cell.

The mark was cool and the pain had disappeared. A skull was pressed onto her arm, permanent and ugly. She closed her eyes, releasing the sleeve, allowing the cloth to cover her arm.

"You leave soon, fool," a snarl said from behind the bars of her cell. "When day falls, you shall leave. Eat." The Orc flung a loaf of bread through the bars and placed a bowl of bitter water she had drunk for years in Mordor.

She waited until the Orc disappeared before scrambling across the straw on the floor and devoured the loaf hungrily. Fuinwen sipped the bowl of water, ignoring its bitter taste on her tongue but nourishing it.

Several gulps were taken before the water disappeared and she flung the bowl into the corner where it stayed. Her face emotionless, she slid back into the shadows where she closed her eyes, trying to forget the present.

Hours passed and she sat in the corner, drifting off to sleep now and then. The sound of the bars opening was rang in her ears and she opened her eyes to see an Orc, towering over her. He grabbed her arm and pushed her roughly outside into the dark corridor. "Your horse is waiting. You shall leave now."

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