\\Chapter 10
Fog smothered the land, muting all colour and sound. As the morning breeze washed over the land he could feel the electric tingle starting in his blood; the lust of the hunter that had sustained him countless times before, an addiction as powerful as strong spirits.
Saruman was tireless; pressing Narquelie Namaarie relentlessly, and despair combined with exhaustion. Her fist crashed into his ribs; he grunted and staggered and saw the other fist coming at his face. He could not avoid it; his feet seemed planted in place and he grabbed at her arm and hung on grimly. That was exactly what Narquelie Namaarie had been trying to force him to do, and she whipped her other arm around Saruman's neck; twisting so violently he felt as though his neck had snapped. The shock of the attack was as if an iron spike was driven down from his skull to the base of his spine.
The darkness filled his head with a sound like the wind, blotting out the murderous chorus His struggles became less urgent until he was flopping and flapping his arms loosely. His eyes opened to find Narquelie Namaarie wrestling with one of his creations. The giant orc sent her flying into the black crystallized wall.
Impatiently she lifted her hand to stop him from rambling on as he had become accustomed to. The skin of the hand was tanned a creamy coffee colour in contrast to the silver white diamond and blood red garnet, as long as the top joint of the tapered forefinger that she pointed at him. "You are living in a dream world," she told him. "Sauron will never share his power with you, and you are truly pathetic if you think that giant orc…"
"Uruk Hai" Saruman interrupted pointing his staff at her, causing her to rise to her feet. Narquelie Namaarie grabbed the staff, moving it away to her side, before limping up and kissing Saruman on the cheek. She limped away but he grabbed her arm and she shivered under his force. His skeletal fingers were icy pale against her tanned skin. Through the open window there came the sound of voices, even at a distance they sounded lustful for action, baying like hounds as they take the scent.
"10,000 uruk hais" Saruman grinned.
"You flatter yourself," she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She leaned in slowly before continuing. "It's a giant orc," she said slowly as if she were talking to a toddler.
"Well as a matter of fact he's really not that giant," Narquelie Namaarie said before advancing towards the uruk hai.
The uruk hai lifted his sword over his head to bring it down on her. Saruman rose to stop him, but at the same moment Narquelie Namaarie had grabbed the uruk hai's other sword. Drawing it back, one handed; then whipped it around in an arc, completed so quickly the sword seemed at one moment to be resting over both shoulders; its right shoulder, and then at the next over his left. Relaxing, dropping her hands to her side she sighed.
The mouth fell open. The eyelids fluttered. The sword fell from his hands, and the hands dropped to his sides. He stood motionless and silent for a moment then a thin ring of bright red appeared around the disgusting charcoal neck. Suddenly the head separated from the shoulders and fell to the floor. The body stood like a pillar for a moment; blood hissed and fountained from the stump of the neck, and then the body collapsed to the ground on top of the severed head.
"You might want to fix that"
Suddenly Narquelie Namaarie found herself on top of the tower; wind blasted at her from all directions. She fell on her back as Saruman's staff had caught her off guard.
"I have had enough of you woman!" Saruman hissed before sending her towards the edge. "You will help me or die!"
"As… you… wish" Narquelie Namaarie hissed, she pushed one of her feet to the edge, "You will get yours Saruman"
She leaned backwards, waved and smiled before sending herself over the edge, plummeting towards the ground. He ran to the edge, pointed the staff at her, trying to use his powers to pull her back up. "No, NOOO!" The thud could be heard all the way up from where Saruman stood.
As she fell she had muttered her final words and using all her final energy summoned a spell.
"Entula tuulo' i'ba (Resurrection) Lema ed' templa" (Teleport)"
Falling had been the last sensation the body had felt. Sitting up, looking around, unsure of what was going on. Needing time to figure out what was going on; but knowing very well that time was something no one had. The chill of waking up was peculiar, surrounded by snow; feeling as if unconsciousness was all there was in the world. Unconscious, dead even, yes definitely dead. Something or someone that wasn't meant to return to this realm. The realm of the breathing and living. Rising to one foot, then the other, they forced themselves to trudge along, knowing very well time was not on their side. Hoping and praying the hobbits, the elf, the dwarf, and the humans were well…edging down from the exit of the Moria mines with a sigh; gathered up all the energy the recovering body held and started on the long journey to catch up to the others.