Sorry about the mixed up chapters once again everyone--I'll try not to do that again…Forced suicide in this, just so you know!!!

Chapter 11--Dark Plots

After leaving the dungeon Darrin went straight to the room where he cast his magic. He stood exactly in the center of the room. Now to remove a liability and an obstacle, he thought. He began to chant softly.

Quinn sat in his cell, staring at the wall. He knew he was doomed. He was to be executed in two days and he had no way to escape. The king refused to show any mercy even though he'd begged. Suddenly he froze, hearing a voice in his mind. "Darrin?" he asked.

Yes, it's me, you were careless and the king caught you. What did you tell him? Darrin demanded.

"Only a little and nothing about the girl, help me get out!!" Quinn pleaded.

LIAR!!! You told him the girl believes that her life was in danger because of the king and queen. You told him I told her that they planned to dispose of her and I saved her life. Now it will be even harder for her to regain her status of heir. You must pay!!! Darrin said and struck.

Quinn's eyes widened in horror as his hands pulled off his robe without his direction and began tearing a long strip from it. He then stepped onto a stool and tied one end around a rafter in the low ceiling. He tied the other end around his neck. He tried to regain control of his actions, but couldn't. He couldn't speak either. He straightened up and kicked away the stool. The last thing he heard was Darrin's cruel laughter then all went black.

A guard found him dead several hours later, hanging from the rafter and ran to report the suicide to his commander. The execution would no longer be needed. The doomed advisor had taken his life.

Darrin sighed wearily. Now his work would be harder because of that fool of an advisor. At least he was out of the way now. He would tell the girl about this later tonight then would send her back to Gondor on the fastest ship he had in the morning. She would be there in a year; it took at least eight or nine to get to Gondor from Xandir on a merchant ship because they made so many stops.

There was one more thing he had to do. He picked up a crystal and spoke softly into it. "Are you there, my spy?" Darrin asked.

"I am here, it's safe to talk. How may I serve you, master?" the spy asked.

"The queen carries another brat. It will get in the way. There must be no other possible heirs to the throne of Minas Tirith, take care of it," Darrin ordered.

"The child will never draw it's first breath, master," the spy said. "I swear it."

Darrin broke contact and walked wearily to his chambers to rest. He would talk to the princess later.

**MEANWHILE**

A servant finished making the queen a pot of tea and went to fetch a cup and saucer. She did not spot someone drop a pinch of herbs into the teapot. She put everything onto the tray and carried it upstairs to the queen and king's chamber.

Arwen drank several cups of the tea then laid down to rest. She woke late that night screaming in pain. Aragorn tried to help her, but could do nothing. She had lost the baby and both parents' hearts filled with grief.

I'm sorry--I had too do it!!! Now you see how evil and ruthless this mage is!!! R/R please!!!