Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien even though I dream as if I were.
Summary: Luiloth has a power so incredible that it could breathe light into the darkness impinging upon Middle Earth. The elves rejoiced with her coming, then wept as she left. In a battle to destroy evil, can something so pure survive?
Luiloth
The sound of a gentle whisper lulled Luiloth from the darkness. The voice was so sweet and soft that it sounded like the faintest wisp of wind brushing against a leaf.
"Luiloth … child… you must wake."
Barely able to lift her head, Luiloth's eyes darted around the tiny cell, searching for the owner of the beautiful voice. She strained to see in the dim light, but all she could make out were the cold stone slabs surrounding her. Her body ached with weariness and stung with pain. Memories of where she was and who was holding her captive blinked; fading in and out.
Luiloth's tongue darted out to wet her cracked lips. Her breath came in short shallow gasps and her ribs burned from the last round of torture. Although she wanted to call for help, she was also weary of her torturer. He was smart, cunning, and deceptive. He struck not only with physical force, but also with illusive enchantments. He had been torturing her for weeks, trying to find out who she was and what power she held. With every session that ended unsuccessfully, his anger and vengeance grew. He believed she was lying to him and withholding information. Thus the beatings and interrogation worsened in severity.
There was only one problem with his method of questioning, no matter how hard he beat her, she would not be able to tell him what he wanted to know, because the only thing she remembered was her name. Luiloth.
Luiloth rested her head back down onto the cold slab. She turned to stare at the wall. Yesterday, she had discovered a small green stem growing from a crack within the stone. The brightness of life that she saw in the small shoot had given her hope. She turned her eyes to the spot where the stem grew and stared, bewildered by what she saw. The stem had grown, separated, and curled into a smaller stem and from there, into a smaller stem! She followed the curving stalk inward with her eyes. In the center of the swirling stems, an ethereal blue flower blossomed. Freckled with hints of violet, the flower seemed to glow in the darkness, releasing a pulsating energy.
Luiloth dared not breathe. She feared that the sight in front of her was a hallucination. Another trick created to compel answers from her, answers that she did not have.
In the quiet, she heard the soft, sweet voice once again, "Wake, child… help is coming."
The flower throbbed, brightening with each word. Stems shot out, growing and stretching across the stone wall. They separated and slithered into cracks, widening them. Luiloth sat up and watched as small pebbles began to fall down, scattering across the floor.
Suddenly, a large chunk of stone fell outward and light flooded into her small cell. Luiloth listened to the stone whizz as it fell, waiting for it to hit the ground. When it finally clanked upon the ground, she realized she must be up high, possibly in a tower. More stones tumbled outward as the blossoming plant continued to grow. The vines ripped, tearing through stones like claws on skin. Shouts cried from below and feet pounded outside her cell.
"Luiloth, you must be strong… Help is coming!" the voice hummed.
Luiloth staggered to her feet, grasping the wall beside her as the vines started to climb up her arms. Lightning flashed from outside, illuminating the large opening that the plant created. The thundering feet and voices grew louder from outside her door. The vines around her arms tightened and pulled her towards the opening in the wall. She tugged against their grasp, trying in vain to free herself from their entrapment.
The screams from outside rang as the vines dragged her to the edge. On the damaged ground below, thousands of creatures burned trees forging steel into weapons.
The door to Luiloth's cell flung open, banging against the wall. A creature with a grotesque face lifted its arm grasping for the sword wrapped around its waist. The creature reeked of death and decay. The smell was so vile and potent that it caused her empty stomach to flip.
"I'm going to kill you! Then I will eat every bit of flesh from your bone!" the creature shrieked as it lunged towards her.
"Trust me Luiloth! You must trust me! Jump!" the voice urged.
The vines tugged, dragging Luiloth forward. Turning back to the scarred ground beneath her, she took a deep breath, spread her arms, and flung her bruised body off the edge.
The vines slinked from her body and sprang across the opening closing it, and the creatures, in. She fell, plummeting towards the ground. The wind whistled in her ears as her body twisted and rolled in the air. She screamed as the tumbling rattled her injuries.
From the corner of her eye, Luiloth saw a large beast hurdling towards her with a rider on its back. The beast flew closer, its talons reaching out towards her. She battled, twisting her throbbing body to escape the beast's grasp. She could not let this beast capture her. She saw the rider on its only a quick glimpse she knew it was him. She saw his long hair, robes, and the staff he held in his hands. She would rather plunge into the hard ground than be recaptured by her tormentor. Saruman the White, he called himself.
Flipping towards the ground, Luiloth cried out as the beast's claws closed around her body. She felt the hard talons curl and soft feathers tickled her face. Blackness swirled across her vision spotting her eyesight. With one final desperate lurch, she passed out.
From the darkness she heard, " Child, you are safe now..."
A/N: This is my first fanfiction attempt! I have read many fanfiction stories since I was a young tween and I am finally attempting to write one of my own! I love all things elvish!
Warning: This story will be a Legomance and a tenth walker story. I hope to make my rendition different though and I will be creating new scenes and drawing from both the books and the movie. I want to write something that draws the reader in and creates an entirely new world.
I am not a perfect writer and I make many grammatical errors. I have tried to catch as many as I can. My weakness is commas. Those stinking things kill me. If you find a mistake and it irks you, let me know and I will correct it.
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