The Black Lady of Mordor

*Note this story is quite a departure at times from the original plot of LOTR*

Their hunt for the hobbits had been a fruitless one at the tavern, they had been alerted to our presence and had staged to room to look like they were sleeping there. My comrades screeched in fury when they pulled the blankets back to find they stabbed only pillows. I remained silent, it would not do any good to express my anger. Besides it wasn't as if I was going to be punished for not finding the hobbits quickly, the Nazgul would be. I turned and left the room my dark cloak billowing around me. They had a friend now, this friend would lead them from Bree the next day. And when they left I and the Nazgul would be ready for them.

~~O~~

Night had fallen and they had decided to stop at the watch tower of Weathertop, the foolish hobbits lit a fire to cook their meals over but the small flame was like a beacon in the night. They would not escape us now. One of the Nazgul let out a screech the give the hobbits a fright and then we closed in. They were soon surrounded by five black figures each with their sword ready to stab. One tried to put up a fight but the fat hobbit was simply slung aside. The other two were tossed aside as well we only cared about the one hobbit. The one who had my Lord Sauron's ring and soul, the one who kept my lord from taking form. The hobbit fell over and scrambled backwards though the Witch-King simply took a few steps was stood over the ring bearer. Then the hobbit did the most idiotic thing he could have and donned Lord Sauron's ring going invisible, and though I could not see the hobbit the wraiths could and the Witch-King stabbed the hobbit. Everything was going great until the man showed up. He jumped on us with sword and torch and I was flung back against some rubble my head cracked against the stone and my world fell into nothingness.

~~O~~

Aragorn fought off the wraiths and when all seemed to have fled he turned to see one going after its fallen comrade. He flung the torch at the wraith setting it on fire, the wraith screeched and ran from the watch tower. Aragorn walked over to the fallen wraith sword in hand ready to make sure it was dead when he saw what was under the hood and gasped. This was no wraith unconscious before him, it was an elf! She had midnight black hair and ivory white skin, her lips were slightly pink but her pale beauty was contrasted by the blood matting her hair and staining her cheek.

"Strider!" Aragorn turned from the elf and ran to Sam where Frodo was on the ground crying out in pain. Aragorn grabbed the blade on the ground next to Frodo and said.

"He has been stabbed by a wraiths blade, this is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine."

"But we're ten days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!" Sam protested as Aragorn went back to the elf dressed as a wraith. He disarmed her and bound her hands behind her back.

"What are you doing? Why are you bringing a wraith with us!" Merry yelled as Sam picked up Frodo.

~~O~~

I woke with a great pain in my head. It was horrid like someone lopped me over with a stone. Though thinking back to it I was pretty much lobbed over the head with a stone. But that didn't bring me to my current situation. I was laying on the ground, my Nazgul cloak had been laid beneath me and my hands were bound. I struggled with my bonds and whimpered as the tight bonds chaffed my wrists.

"So you have awoken." A man's voice said from across the camp fire, all around them were these statues of trolls, or more probably is that they were trolls and got caught out in the sun.

"You would do wise to release me man!" I sneered as I continued to struggle.

"Why is an elf fighting with the Nazgul?"

"I am the Black Lady of Mordor! The Nazgul fight for me and my Lord Sauron. And you will not be able to protect the hobbit from us. I will return to my father what has been lost! When I do the world will be remade in greater splendor than you could possibly imagine."

"Stride! He's gone cold!" The fat hobbit said. I laughed soon the hobbit would be a wraith and we would have the ring. The man named Strider gave me a shocked and disgusted look but went to tend to the hobbit.

It was not long till Strider was back with some herb and an elf. She had dark hair and light skin but her spirit shone brighter than any I had seen. She spoke elvish to the hobbit and soon he was loaded up onto a horse and the elf left with the ring bearer. After she was gone Strider sat back across the fire and stared at me. After a long while of waiting the fat hobbit asked.

"Strider, will Frodo be alright with her?" Strider looked over at the hobbit and said.

"Yes Sam, tomorrow we set out for Rivendell after them. The wraiths won't bother us now that the ring is heading father from their grasp.

"But, what about her?" Sam asked strider indicating me.

"The wraiths wont risk antagonizing us into harming her so she is going to be with us at least until we reach Rivendell." Sam didn't seem to like the idea I thought but to damn bad. They were the ones that kidnapped me. They would pay for it too but for now I had to be patient if the elf did get this hobbit, Frodo to Rivendell I would have to get the ring from that place as it was too well guarded for the wraiths to get in. So I swallowed my pride and let them think that I was frail enough to be easily handled. But I would make their life a living hell… my chain of thought was broken when strider spoke to me.

"What is your name?

"I told you who I was already." I said in a curt tone, though I knew full well the man wanted to know my actual name instead of my title. Though if he wanted that he would have to ask more kindly, it was such a nice name.

"You know what I mean, I want to know your name not your title." Strider said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Ask me in a more kindly way and I might tell you." I said a smug smile across my face, I twisted and got my leg under me and pushed up to a sitting position. It really was an annoyance to have my hands tied like this. I was a prisoner though so it wasn't like I could just opt out of this part of it. Strider sighed and asked again,

"It would please me to know your name, Lady of Mordor." He almost spat my title and was rather disgusted with having to ask twice.

"Well I don't appreciate your grumpiness but you did ask me nicely so I suppose I will tell you. The name I was given by Lord Sauron is Leanien." Strider looked at me with something like shock, what did he expect an orc name? Really the idea that Sauron would even give me a foul name in any tongue was ridiculous, I was his daughter after all and he treated me as such.

"Sauron gave you an elven name did he? Odd for I would have expected something in his black speech." Strider said to me, I sneered at him and said.

"Men have so little knowledge of such things, your lives are too short to understand any better I suppose."

~~O~~

It really is a pain in the ass being a prisoner. Strider woke me before dawn and made the group set out towards Rivendell. The Nazgul were nowhere to be found, so I assumed they were still after the elf woman who took Frodo and the ring. As we walked I was put next to the horse and the fat hobbit, sam lead it. He kept giving me this curious look as if he was trying to figure me out. It was rather bothersome so after an hour or so of looks I finally said.

"If you have something to say then say it." My tone was harsh the hobbit seemed almost frightened by me but asked anyway.

"I just don't see why an elf is helping the enemy, I thought you were supposed to be the good guys."

"Are you sure that I am the enemy? Maybe you have it mixed up, you are the enemy here. I am not holding you prisoner."

"You tried to kill us! You were helping those wraiths, you are the enemy."

"But how do you know that? Because I associate with them makes me an enemy? You fail to justify your remarks"

"If Sauron gets the ring he will ruin all that's green and good. That makes him the enemy." Sam spoke with a bravery and determination that I wouldn't have expected in a hobbit. There was something about this race that seemed almost resistant to Sauron. This was a problem, if there was a race that could withstand his might then it was possible that if properly utilized they could pose a threat. A short reached, three foot tall threat, they could turn into spies who could sneak though the lands unnoticed for their size. I made a mental note. Once free take control of the hobbits before they could rise against Sauron.