Chapter Two: Tyrant
"So this is the mighty King of the Arrow Tree Elves," said a sneering voice honeyed with decay. Morgoth appeared from the shadows, leaning forward from his throne staring at Eréndëror who did not as much as blink in front of Morgoth.
"And who is this? A faithful warrior? Or perhaps a lowly peasant?" he continued droning now staring at Leenia with mild interest. "I thought I told you worthless worms to bring me the King, Queen, and the Princess, not an insignificant commoner!" he yelled at his minions, who were now trembling with fear as he slowly rose up from his throne and moved towards them.
"W-we tr-tried your majesty, b-but we could not find the Queen or Princess. A-all we c-could find was th-this Elf warrior," roughly aid a heavily scarred Orc.
"She m-managed t-to kill one of the Balrogs," stuttered another Orc towards the back.
"B-but we think that-that the Q-Queen and Princess i-is heading to the Undying Lands. But if you give us m-more time," said one of the Orc archers in a rough but trembling voice, "we could-," Morgoth, in a fit of rage, decapitated the Orc archer's head before the sentence was finished.
"Search the forests! I want her found now! Do not stop the hunt until she is found!" yelled Morgoth.
The Orcs stumbled out as quickly as possible and got into groups and started the search for the Princess. Eréndëror gave a quick glance and a small wink at Leenia and she gave a slight nod. Both knew that Morgoth would never find the Queen or the Princess, or at least they hoped he would never find them. They had to hope, after they had lost so much.
"Take the King to dungeons and chain him up, I will deal with him later. I want to find who this great Elf warrior is first," ordered Morgoth.
There was silence for a while, but Leenia just stared ahead, already wondering how she was going to rescue the King and get out of Angband without being caught or killed. He was already out of the room and out of sight. Morgoth was slowly moving towards her, looking at her with an almost curious expression on his mangled face.
"So, you are the warrior my Orcs were muttering about, the one who managed to kill one of my Balrogs?"
She made no answer nor showed any sign of acknowledgment of him even being right next to her, leering at her through cold, dead eyes.
"Seeing as you could be useful in my plans, I will give you a choice. You can join me willingly or," he said with a snarl of what appeared to be evil bliss, "I could force you to join us. Just renounce your King, your people, and your heritage and I will spare you an agonizing life and make you a head general of my great army. What say you to that?"
"I would not join your army even if the Valar forgave you as they did once before," she said in a stern voice. "I will never renounce the name of my beloved King or my people. I am proud of my heritage and will never forsake it. I would rather die, nay, be tortured to the end of time than join what you call an army."
"That can be arranged," said Morgoth, snapping his fingers.