He was disoriented at first and unable to connect being that close to freedom and then suddenly here back in his cell. As his awareness returned to him he heard spine chilling screams of terror coming from Faewin's cell.

"Not here! Not here again I can't go back in here! I can't breathe. I can't breathe!"

The words ripped from his throat again and again. Occasionally when the elf became too exhausted from his efforts he would collapse against the doors and sob brokenly.

"Celebehain tell Faewin to cease. I cannot rest."

The blonde elf sighed deeply. "I cannot my friend. The evil here has unhinged his mind." "And soon it will take us too." He added quietly as Faewins hitched gulps for air grew louder. How he was to withstand what was coming Celebehain did not know. Somehow he must find the strength.

Faewin's door was wrenched open. Celebehain could hear him screaming crying and begging as he was dragged away. His calls grew fainter and fainter.

"I wish I had not called for his silence, it is better to hear any sound of a friend than no sound at all."

Celebehain did not reply. He was trying to sleep and regain some strength. He did not have much chance. It was soon his turn to be dragged out of his cramped grave and go he knew not where.

Rough hands pulling at his arms, forcing them into iron manacles, twisting them over his head and against his back. He was hauled to his feet gasping in agony as the muscles in his arms were contorted unnaturally.

"Come on elf, you're needed."

It wasn't as if he had a choice about going anywhere. The demon escorting him twisted the heavy chain tighter and tighter. The elf felt as if his arms were about to be torn from their sockets. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"I can go no further like this."

"Why is that little one?" His guards bared his teeth threateningly.

Celebehain was not about to move. The chain was pulled creating new pain, still he wouldn't follow like a dog he was going to resist this. Finally the guard lost patience with inflicting pain to hear him gasp.

"If you won't move then I will take you." With these words he aimed a swift kick at the elf's legs. Celbehain found himself face down on the ground and spitting out foul brown clods of dirt. He hadn't even got to his knees when the guard started walking once more. He was dragged across the rough mudstones face down. The sharp rocks tearing his clothes and the mud streaking his pale skin. They stopped.

"Place him there."

It was Morgoth, Celebehain shuddered against the wave of hatred that burst forth at the sight of the monster. He turned away as one of the Dark Lords many slave demons strapped leather restrainers over him pinning him to a rough slab of rock. It was set at roughly forty five degrees so the elf could see round the small circular chamber. What he saw did not cheer his soul in the slightest. Instruments of torture and pain lined the walls. A more macabre collection could not be found anywhere in middle earth.

"So elf-man have you found some respect for me since our last meeting."

"I will not respect you Morgoth."

"When I am through with you we will see if you still speak so forcefully."

The dark lord moved to the far side of the room and searched for a few moments in an old carved chest covered in runes. He returned to face the bound elf and held out a crystal bottle.

"This vial is a Vhazid Yhre. In Elvish it translates as soul jar. I am going to need your soul little elf."

He stared at his victim for a few seconds.

"Now I can either torture you into insanity so that you will do anything I say, or you can give it up willingly now and save us all the time."

"Or you can give up now because I will not surrender."

An ugly laugh was emitted from Morgoth. "Brave words. Maybe an indication of what torture means." He barked out a few words in the black speech. Celebehain gritted his teeth against the anger he felt.

Something was brought into the room, it was led like a faithful pet by a collar around it's neck. It was hideous. It's bald scalp was blistered and scarred, it's skin raw and charred from seemingly terrible flames. Celebehain turned away in disgust as the creature fawned up to the feet of the dark lord.

"Look at this pitiful creature Elf, look closely." Morgoth seemed oddly amused. Fighting down the urge to recoil from the repulsive sight he looked. Then a terrible realisation hit him. The skin was distorted and scarred and all semblance of self had been stripped away but if one stared closely at the pale moonlike orbs in the creature's face they could perhaps catch a briefest glimpse of the elf that it used to be.

"Faewin."

A broken whisper of understanding and Celebehain sagged forwards. Clear tears fell from emerald eyes and cut trails of pale white skin against the filth on his face. His friend, his brother, his leader had been reduced to this. The loss pained him deeply and

The creature spat and chattered at the name, hiding away from Celebehain behind what was now it's master. The once proud beautiful child of Iluvatar was ruined and corrupted beyond recognition.

"You foul evil thing, how could you dare do this to another being." Celebehain raged straining against the straps. He didn't care what was done to him. He was going to revenge the evil that had destroyed his friend and brother.

"I am not done with him yet Elf." The quiet amusement was still tangible in Morgoth's voice. "He still recognises what he once was. I have much work to do on him..and you."