I am proud to introduce the sequel to Darkniss Rising, Falling into Darkness. I want to thank everyone who has been with me since Feywen. To answer some reviews from the last chapter of Darkness Rising: Elves are Awesome, thank you for bringing the whole Legolas thing into perspective. He does seem like a spoiled wimp because I've made Feywen such a badass. Again, horseyyay, Legolas cannot die. Thanks to everyone for reading and staying with me. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own any and all OC's that pop up in this fic, including Feywen. Everyone else belongs to the beloved J.R.R. Tolkein.

Elvish is in bold italics

He looked at the Homely House of the Middle Earth, sadness in his heart. He was alone. His pursuit had been in vain. The one he had hoped to reunite with had walked willingly into her enemy's hands. He knew that she was now in his dark castle. He guided his horse down the trail, making sure that he didn't step in a hole. After she had left them, Legolas had retrieved the discarded ring and disappeared into the trees. He had sat where he was until night had fallen and the new day had risen. It was then that Vilya had convinced him to move before he was killed by any Dark Elves that could be looking for him to make sure that no one followed her. He had made it to East Lórien within a month. The look on Celeborn's face when he was told of Feywen's sacrifice haunted him. The older Elf looked as if he would fade in that instant. Celeborn had given him shelter and he stayed in Lórien for a month before crossing the mountains. In that month, he had sent word to King Aragorn to tell him of Feywen's sacrifice.

"Lord Glorfindel!" He looked up at his name and saw Carolani rushing to him from the gates of Rivendell. He could see that she was looking for Feywen. But Feywen was not to be found. "Where is Feywen?" She asked as she reached him and took the reins from his hands. "You did find her, didn't you?"

"I found her." He answered. "But she had a price to pay in order to fulfill her destiny."

"She's dead."

"No!" He said sternly. "And she will not be his prisoner for long. I will save her."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Glorfindel looked to his right and saw Gandalf walking up to him.

"I haven't figured that out yet. But I will save her. I swear I will."

"Where is your wife?" He asked his son as they walked. The prince shrugged.

"All I know is that she is not behind any of the shields."

"Who took off her ring?"

"An enemy."

"The Elf Lord?"

"No,"

"I thought I should be the one to tell you. I plan to withdraw the support you have pledged to Gondor. She has been missing far too long and no one can find her. She may be dead for all anyone knows."

"Fifty years is too long to hope for her rescue or escape. I will carry out the orders myself, Father. I will leave at first light." Thranduil nodded and his son walked away.

She sighed as she looked out the window. Seventy-five years she had been locked in the tower with only the Dark Elf, Anil, for company. She was the same Dark Elf who had taken her from the only one she would ever love. She wondered if he was planning her rescue. She thought back to her dreams, the ones of the future that her grandparents had shown her. He would either rescue her and they would fight or he would die and the fate of Middle Earth would be sealed.

"But if he rescues me and we march on Morgoth, the same fate will happen. The people of Middle Earth will be killed or enslaved because of our mistake. The mistake my grandparents made." She waited for a response from one of the elements and frowned when none came. Then she remembered. She was alone in Mordor, locked in a tower with only one person for company. "How do I destroy Morgoth?"

"Wake up." Anil's voice ripped her from her dreams of Valinor and the life she had with Glorfindel there. After a hundred years, the woman had finally gotten on her nerves enough that she had nearly killed her. This was the first Anil had visited her in about six months. "I said to wake up. King Morgoth wishes to speak with you."

"I am locked in here for a hundred years and now he wants to talk to me. Why doesn't he just kill me and get it over with?" She thought bitterly as she followed Anil out of her tower and down the stairs. Anil led her down numerous halls until they reached an ornate, obsidian door. "A little excessive." Anil opened the door and led Feywen inside and down to the dais that held three thrones, all made of obsidian and all the same size. The left and right ones, she knew, were for the queen and Crown Heir of Morgoth's dark kingdom. In the middle sat Morgoth himself. He skin was ashen, just like the other Dark Elves, and his black hair fell to his shoulders, framing his face. Upon his head sat an iron crown with two jewels in it. There was an empty space in between them and she suddenly remembered the legend of Eärendil and what made the star shine. "A Silmarilli!"

"Welcome, Lady Celebrant." She didn't say anything and didn't kneel like Anil did before she sat on the steps at Morgoth's feet. "Well, are you going to greet me?"

"Why would I exchange pleasantries with my enemy?"

"I am not your enemy." He said smoothly.

"You took me from everyone that I love. You have been hunting me for months. You cursed me so I could not be happy with the one I truly love. How is that not being my enemy?"

"Do not blame me. Blame the Valar. Had they not given your grandfather the power to seal me away, you never would have been cursed and we would not be in this situation."

"No, we would be in a worse one." He narrowed his eyes before turning to the Dark Elf on the steps of the dais.

"You failed to mention that she is an Elandili." He growled.

"I thought you knew, Majesty." She answered. He scowled, knowing he could not blame her for his bride being a half-elf. He dismissed them and watched as the Elandili walked, straight backed, out of the Throne Room. He began thinking of how he could possibly turn her into a full blooded Elf.

"We need to march against his castle and save her. She is the only one who can kill him. We have to march against him."

"That will accomplish nothing without her at our head, Silvan."

"That is the same mistake her grandparents made. If we march on him, than he condemn ourselves to death and her sacrifice will be in vain."

"Well, you are not offering any ideas, Glorfindel." Silvan sneered.

"That is because I cannot think of any that will result in our victory. Feywen is the only one who can defeat Morgoth just as it was her grandfather who was the only one who could seal him away." The old man glared at the much older Elf. Having been descended from King Aragorn, he had the blood of the Númenor and so the long life shared by his ancestors since Aragorn had married Arwen and revived the blood and the long life and wisdom with it. But he was dying and his son was also sitting with them. The white wizard stood.

"This bickering is getting us nowhere. Glorfindel is right. Marching against Morgoth now would only result in the death of us all. We must give Feywen time to figure out his weakness. Once she has, she can escape and lead an army of her own."

"But how long do we wait?" Gandalf looked at the Ithilian Ranger who had come in place of his king. Gandalf opened his mouth to answer.

"Centuries, if we must." Glorfindel answered instead. "We must wait if we are to avoid repeating the past."

Sorry if it seems short, but i wanted to give you all a sense of what was happening in the time between the end of Darkness Rising and the beginning of Falling into Darkness. thanks for reading and please review.