I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of its characters, I only own my OC's.
Chapter 1
Lost & Locked
I opened my eyes. The pain still lingered in my body but being a werewolf, I was healing quickly. I realised that I was still in wolf form and sighed inwardly. At least they wouldn't know who I was… would they? I dispelled the thought and analyzed my surroundings. I was enclosed in a small room. I could barely even stand up. The walls were dirty and made of some horrible stone that was damp and rough. The ground was hard and the same dark colour as the walls. I glared at the dented metal bars that blocked my escape. Where was I? Had the Elves taken me to one of their cities? There were lots of possibilities: Could I be in Rivendell? Or maybe Mirkwood…
I started to panic; claustrophobia kicking in like a brick wall. I whimpered and threw myself at the bars. It hurt like hell but I didn't stop, I had broken a few ribs. The bars barely even bent. I growled and my mouth started foaming. I began barking and growling madly while I scratched and bit the metal bars. My mouth was bleeding by now as the metal tore at the inside of my mouth. I stopped when my body began to tire and my eyes were wide as I panted. I was trapped. I slowly put my nose through the bars and stood up on all fours, seeing as I couldn't stand up on two legs.
Several other cells like mine were spread around the room. What or who was in them, I did not know. It was too dark to see anything really. The only light was a flaming torch in the centre of the circular room. It glowed and flickered but none of the warmth made it into my cell. Luckily, my fur kept me relatively warm. I tried to push down the urge to escape and curled into a tight ball in the corner. I could taste the blood in my mouth and feel the foam drip onto my crossed paws. I heard shuffles from the other cells and I wondered why my night-vision wouldn't work.
I sniffed the air and immediately recoiled and growled in disgust. Thousands of smell clouded my sinuses. Dirt, blood, spit, sweat, rotting flesh and urine among others. I attempted to block the scents from my nose but I eventually gave up and drifted into a troubled yet dreamless sleep.
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Several footsteps entered my slumber and my eyes snapped open. I lifted my head and stayed lying down. My ears were perked as the footsteps neared the room. I shrank back into the shadows of my cell when a door that I had not even noticed was there opened. An Elf with sleek brown hair and a certain aura that confused and dominated me in a strange way entered the room with a seemingly permanent frown on his serene face. He was followed by a group of nine people of different races.
Two were men, both stood proud and strong with two different attires. Four were Hobbits, all confused and slightly scared at the cells that surrounded them. There was an Elf with platinum blond hair and electric blue eyes, he was elegant in a way not many Elves were. A Dwarf stood by his side with a rough expression and beady eyes. Finally, there was an elderly wizard that I instantly recognised as Gandalf the Grey. He would never recognise me, because I had only ever followed him on his adventures.
The first Elf I slowly remembered was Elrond. That meant that I was in Rivendell. Or at least under it. He looked around the room with an unreadable expression before turning to the group.
"These are what you need to look out for if luck is not in our favour." He stated his voice smooth and strong.
"Is there even a chance anyone in here would escape?" The dark haired man in the rugged, worn clothes said.
"It has happened on rare occasions, Aragorn, so I want you to know what to look out for." Elrond said, his eyes scanned the room but they settled on my cage.
"What is in there?" One of the Hobbits asked in a small voice.
"In there, Master Peregrin, is something we have taken extra precautions on." Elrond said vaguely.
He walked towards me and I suddenly felt threatened so a low resounding growl escaped my throat. He didn't seem fazed, but the others did. They almost stumbled backwards in shock. Wide eyes stared at my cell. They couldn't see me due to the shadows. I stopped growling since he obviously wasn't going to back away. He stood beside my cell and looked at the group.
"In here is a creature that had killed two of our finest Elves." He stated with a hint of venom and anger.
I barked this time and the Hobbits nearly jumped out of their skins. A wolfish grin tugged at my lips which were clean from foam and blood by this point. Elrond asked for the torch which Gandalf quickly obeyed. He lowered the torch and the shadows disappeared. I felt suddenly naked without the shadows protecting me from disgusted eyes. Sure enough, the looks I got from the group were not the best but strangely, they were pitiful, shocked and the Hobbits were flat out scared. I sighed and rolled my eyes before I lowered my head to the ground and ignored them.
"It looks like a wolf but it's too big." The ginger man said thoughtfully.
"Yes, we do not know what she is exactly." Elrond said.
"She? You think it's a she?" One of the Hobbits asked.
"Before we caught her, she transformed from a girl into… this." Elrond clarified.
"How old did she look?" Aragorn asked in a quiet voice.
"The Elves who witnessed it says she's around fifteen or sixteen."
Everyone was speechless. I had to look at them to see what they were thinking. They were all staring at me with unreadable expression. Was it shock? Sadness? Pity? I growled at the last one and turned my body around so I lay facing the wall. I heard loud whispers and tucked myself into a tighter ball. I soon heard small shuffles as if someone was walking towards me. I shrugged it off up until the point when someone shouted,
"Mr Frodo!"
I lifted my head quickly and turned with wide, curious eyes. My expression was one of innocence as I watched one of the Hobbits slowly making his way towards my cell. I noticed that Aragorn and the other man were holding back the other Hobbits. I then focused on the dark haired Hobbit nearing my cell. He had dark brown-almost black hair that was curly and large, piercing blue eyes and pale angelic skin. I cocked my head in confusion when I noticed his fearless gaze. I stood up and eyed him wearily. Not everyone had the nerve to confront a werewolf.
He gripped two of the bars and looked in-between them, straight into my eyes. I was inches away from him and I could sense how nervous the others were.
"Who are you?" He asked in a soft voice. My gaze softened somewhat and I reluctantly looked away from him. I nudged the chains, padlocks and bolts that kept the door to the cell shut tight. He understood and looked at Elrond.
"Frodo, I am not going to open that cell." Elrond said before the young Hobbit could utter a word.
"But she could tell us who she is!" Frodo exclaimed.
"She killed two of my finest Elves." Elrond said cautiously.
"Maybe she could tell us why." Frodo reasoned. Elrond was silent before reluctantly ordering a few on hand Elves to unlock the cage. I was ecstatic and literally jumping with happiness. When the gate opened, they backed off to the wall and I took my first steps out of that horrible cell.
It was as if several boa constrictors had released their iron grips on my lungs. I drew in a long, deep breath. I looked at Frodo and nodded my head in thanks. He smiled slightly and nodded back. I decided to stand up to my full height. On my back legs I towered over Elrond by about two feet and smirked upon seeing his bewildered expression. I noticed that most had their hands resting on their weapons so I huffed in annoyance and crossed my arms over my furry chest.
"Why did you kill those Elves?" Elrond asked. I flattened my ears in an irritated manner.
I didn't give any sign of speaking because, well, it was impossible. I couldn't speak in this form, I tried all the time but all that came out was short raspy barks and whimpers. They gave me expectant looks so I started looking around for something to scratch the ground with. I spun around and started looking around on the floor. I could feel their curious gazes burning holes into my back. I ignored them for the time being and finally found an iron poker. I knew that it was for torture reasons and was slightly scared of what the Elves could have done to the unfortunate person with it.
I turned and they freaked out. Swords and bows were at the ready with silent motions and wide eyes. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I began to scratch words into the stone with the end of the poker. They cautiously sheathed their swords and lowered their bows as they watched me write. I had written:
"Full Moon, animal instincts, fear, pain, anger, ran, caught." I scrawled in relatively readable writing.
They seemed confused until Gandalf kindly shed some light on the subject.
"So, the Full Moon, animal instincts and those emotions and feelings drove you to attack and then you ran away but was caught before you could escape?" He said.
I nodded firmly.
"What has the Full Moon got to do with anything?" Pippin said. I quickly turned and hurriedly wrote a little bit more.
"Transform, pain, suffering, wolf." They seemed to understand.
"You only change under the full moon?" Aragorn said, to clarify.
I nodded once again. It was silent for a while until Frodo spoke in a soft, careful voice.
"Who are you?"
I turned to write my name in the stone but the poker didn't move across the ground. My mind was drawing a blank. No matter how hard I tried no name came into my thoughts. I pinned my ears back and hung my head slightly in sadness. I didn't even know my own name…
"You don't know your own name?" One of the other Hobbits, Sam I think, asked in disbelief. I wrote something into the stone.
"You were never given a name…" Pippin said sadly.
I shrugged and threw the poker into the corner. All I could think about was my parents… the screams… the fire… the pain… I felt all those horrific memories flooding into my mind. I shook my head in denial. It was my fault… all my fault… I gripped my head in a death grip as I felt the pain I had endured all those years ago. I growled and snarled as I tried my hardest to block out the images but they flooded my mind like a tidal wave. I fell to the ground and kept myself up with my paw. Shouts could be heard around me; some panicked, some frightened and confused. But I didn't care. I had to get rid of the memories.
My body made up a sudden conclusion. My eyes snapped open, revealing black orbs that used to be crimson. I bared my teeth and growled at the men and Elves that stood in shock before me. Even with the memories of pain and despair, I stood up and straightened my back. I lunged forward and they scattered. My body slammed into the stone wall and loose bricks bruised my skin but my mind was set on revenge. Revenge for my parents, the monster that made me what I am, the pain, the memories… the regret…
I felt the familiar arrows stinging in my flesh once more. This just made me angrier. I lunged at the Elves who were firing the arrows and one was crushed under my immense weight. I felt his ribs snap under my paws and his heart beating rapidly as he screamed and writhed. Now you feel my pain… I thought and sank my teeth slowly into his arm and tore it slowly from his body, blood pouring from the fatal wound. I threw the arm away and once again felt arrows and daggers piercing my skin. I dragged my razor sharp claws along his stomach and all his internal organs flowed out like a water fall. His breathing stopped and I grabbed his limp body between my jaws and threw him into the wall.
Just as I turned for seconds, an impossibly bright white light blinded me. I howled and tried to look away from the light, but it surrounded me and swallowed me whole. I snarled and lashed out; trying to find the source of the light but chains suddenly restrained my limbs and head. All the chains were pulled with a mighty strength and I collapsed with pain and the fact I was unable to move. This hated sensation caused my mind to go into overload. I writhed and thrashed as the light faded to reveal a chanting Gandalf.
I stopped my thrashing and stared at him in disbelief and betrayal. He was helping them to bring me down, to enslave me!? I felt all the exhaustion and pain hit me all at once. My mind was foggy and my vision stained red. My breathing was laboured and uneven, but everything was completely silent besides my occasional whimper and the panting Elves. I kept my eyes trained on my own cell, which I was sure to be put back in. Fear struck my heart like a whip and I recoiled slightly.
"We should never have let her out." Elrond said, "She may be innocent of killing my Elves purposely, but she is a killer and a wild animal none the less."
I growled at the 'wild animal' part but quickly regretted it as my throat was dry and sore from my little escapade. I choked a little before calming down. I could feel eyes a pair of eyes on me. I looked while Elrond spoke to the Elves. It was Frodo. He was staring at me with an unreadable expression but his eyes screamed 'why'. I sighed and looked at the stone floor. I suddenly yelped in surprise and realization. I began scratching at the ground with one of my more moveable paws.
"Put her back in the cage." I heard Elrond order and I quickly finished. Fear lingered in my heart. Not the cell…
I whimpered as they dragged me across the cold, hard floor. Using the chains, they arranged me in the cell, with the chains attached to the wall, so I could only sit like a dog would and nothing more. I could only move my head which grew tedious and annoying when one wishes to be free…
