Sorry this chapter is so short. It's more of a prologue than an actual chapter. I'm in school right now, so unfortunately my updates may be rather far-between. I would love to have your opinions and suggestions, so be sure to drop a review! I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter I: A Dark Princess
The only noticeable light in the room came from the black, oily torches in the corners. The walls of cold, black stone seemed to suck the light from the nearby Mount Doom, leaving an ominous sort of dim in this tower chamber. The acrid stench of orcs and goblins wafted through the long, narrow window. Approaching the single table in the center of the chamber, the slender, black-haired beauty could hear a flaming roar seeping through the ceiling. Only her heart was unmoved by the terror normally caused by the massive Eye.
Kneeling before the table, she placed her hand on the dormant glass sphere and closed her eyes. The sphere at once flashed, filling the shadowy room with a piercing red light. "Shakhbûrz," she slithered, "lab-deznush." The palantír replied in the same hissing speech, too foul to be uttered here. "Good," it said, "I have a weighty task for you."
"Speak it, master, and it shall be done."
The flaming eye considered for a moment. "My enemy," it hissed, "Isíldur, has an heir. My greatest wish is to have revenge on this haughty son of Men. Find this heir, and extinguish the line of Kings."
The dark maiden bowed her head. "As you wish, Father."
Mordollwen adjusted her circlet crown beneath her concealing cowl. The crown, a twist of mithril vines converging in an eye-shaped socket at the center of her forehead, was adorned with only one jewel: a blazing ruby eye with a narrow pupil of black diamond, the insignia of her father, Sauron. The menacing gem struck fear into her victims—delicious fear. She was armed to the teeth; two curved swords and a quiver of poisoned arrows across her back, a recurve bow with serrated spear-heads at either end, a belt of hunting knives and a belt of spiral glaives criss-crossed over her chest, her hip-belt outfitted with two medium travel-pouches, smoke pellets, and needle-point darts filled with poison or tranquilizer, and daggers strapped to her legs, hidden in her high boots. A full black cloak hid her slender form.
Every orc and Man she passed on her way to the mountain pass bowed to their princess—rather, they cowered in fear both reverent and physical. Her loyal black steed awaited her at the pass. He smelled her excitement as she mounted him, and began to prance in place.
"Come, Morghash," she murmured to her horse. "We have a king to meet."
Author's Notes: I used Black Speech, so here are the translations:
"Shakhbûrz" = "dark lord"
"lab-deznush" = "your offspring"
Mordollwen (Elvish, for lack of Black Speech version) = "dark as night"
Morghash = "black fire"
I am unsure when I will be able to upload the next chapter, but I believe they will be longer. Again, be sure to leave your comments, and thanks for reading!
