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She trailed off for a moment, and brought her hands to her face, crying softly for some time. She
finally wiped at her eyes, and sighed to herself, her fingers absently fiddling with two rings on her
right hand. "I joined Elrond and Gil-Gilad on the ride back to the armies. Gil-Gilad's words to me
as we rode of men's lack of acceptance of my lineage rang true when we arrived, as I was
shunned badly by the men. At that time, there was only a couple of months left of the war, and I
suffered each day avoiding the men, for not only did they view me as a threat, but they were
simply cruel to me. But they did listen to Gil-Gilad and Elrond, and for the most part, left me be.
The alliance eventually broke down Sauron's forces, and on that last day, I came to finally face
my mother in battle. I had seen her once or twice during those months, and I know she had seen
me. Sauron was struck down, as all know, by Isildur, and as Sauron fell, my mother ran from
Barad-dur in vain toward the scene. I rode forward, and cut off her flight. She laughed then, as
though she could not believe that I still lived. I slid from my horse's back and faced her, with an
elven sword, and she laughed all the more, cursing the elves and the men, crassly describing
things I will not speak of here. I spat at her and swung at her blindly, my anger overbearing my
good sense. It was then that she saw the circlet I wore, and her laughing ceased, and she held
out her hands at me, and began waving and muttering. I surged forth to try and stop her, but my
swing was too late. She had uttered a curse that still stands today. She had uttered it in the black
speech of Mordor, in the last of her power before I beheaded her, sending her from these lands.
She had seen me with Elrond during the months of the war of the last alliance, and she had
pieced it all together. With Sauron struck down, she knew she was next, and she had muttered of
her belief that I had brought all of this upon them; that this war was my doing solely.
Her curse was that so long as Sauron's power could exist, I would not know the touch of my love;
his touch would cause me the pain of a piercing sword. I did not think anything of her words, for I
had not thought that her curse would ring true. She had died easily enough, a beheading and a
point from groin to throat had ended it quickly, and I spat upon her corpse, for all of the hatred
and anger she had caused me….for bringing me into a world and abandoning me to the darkness
of Barad-dur and its creatures because she was not strong enough to believe in anything else.
She fell…." Sycha stopped herself when Legolas took hold of her arm, hushing her. The red flush
in her cheeks had dangerously deepened, and she rose, shaking her arms out and breathing.
"I….am sorry…." She forced herself to calm and closed her eyes. "I spat upon my mother's
corpse and left her, searching for those I knew. Elrond had taken Isildur into Barad-dur, to destroy
the ring of power. Had that succeeded, I would have never known there had been a curse, for it
would have been destroyed with the ring. But…..it was not. As it is said by elves, the hearts of
men are weak. Isildur backed away from Elrond as he bade him to throw the ring into the fires of
Orodruin, for he was weak, and his desire for power strong, and he took the ring away from there
with him. He fled from there, before Elrond could catch him, and was gone. While this happened,
I had found Glorfindel, bent over the body of Gil-Gilad, who had fallen in battle, and could not be
saved. I cried over his body, for the kindness and compassion he had given me; for the life he
had given me the chance of; and for giving me over to Elrond. It was not until Glorfindel pulled
me up that I thought on anything else.
Elrond was approaching on horseback, coming back from the fires of Orodruin. He slid from his
horse's back before the horse had even slowed and I rushed to him, thankful he was well and for
the most part, unscathed. In my eyes, all was done. I thought at that point, my parents power was
gone. I did not know the ring still remained, nor did I know that it mattered. It was then that I fell
into his arms, and a blinding light exploded behind my eyes as a pain coarsed through my body
greater than anything I could have ever imagined. I fell back from him and screamed horribly.
When I was able to recover, I pieced it together when Elrond recounted that the ring still existed.
There was a horrified silence as he knelt down where I had fallen and I winced painfully when his
hand nearly rested upon mine. Glorfindel murmured something softly and I could do no more than
stare up at him. My mother's curse had stuck well, and the realization of what she had just taken
from me left me empty and numb. I clawed my way to my feet and ran from him, to my horse, and
fled Mordor, taking what I guessed would be the way to Gondor. I was not welcome there as you
might have guessed, and I took my chances in trying to find Isildur. It was a battle I could not
have ever hoped to win, but I tried. I begged of him and told him of what the existence of that ring
was causing. Isildur laughed at me, calling me 'Mordor's whore' and 'Sauron's bastard bitch'. He
mocked me, telling me that I only wanted the ring for myself…..to carry on my father's throne of
tyranny. It was then that I told him that I could never want the ring for myself, for I could not even
carry the ring myself. I carry the golden ring's sister, the last sane thing my mother had done
when Sauron had created the ring of power deep in the hole of Orodruin. She knew what that
would mean in the end somehow, and she disappeared for several days then, and found
Celebrimbor, and pleaded with him to create something to combat Sauron's evil. This was several
years before my birth.
Together, they created a white ring in silver, and bestowed everything that she had once been, a
creature of love and compassion. A ring that would hold together the power of the three elven
rings to combat Sauron's evil. She had hung it from my neck when I was born, and I don't believe
Sauron ever knew of it. I don't believe anyone ever knew of it's existence until I told it to Isildur,
for it appears just as the golden one does, a simple golden band until it is brought to fire. Maybe
Elrond did, I'm not sure. He seemed to know much more than even I did. Mine will only shine in
full moonlight the language written upon it, as the other would shine in the fire. Where the golden
one gives power over the minds of men and such, mine will give power over the elements….of
either I am not sure which would be considered more powerful. But I have worn mine always, and
the power has become me. I was born with great power, and the ring has only shaped and
refined it, or maybe I have helped to shape the ring, I am not sure, but the ring is me now. I have
come to understand this over the many years, and maybe my mother had created it initially to
protect me, knowing that those she had once helped would help me and bound a power within it
to help them as well. But this was well a mistake to tell it to men, least of all Isildur. He became
lecherous, and demanded I give him the ring. I knew then that there was little hope of his
understanding what he had done. I left Gondor quickly, and returned to Rivendell, where Elrond
awaited me. It was the most painful morning I have ever endured. I could not remain in Rivendell,
for I could not live being in his presence without any hope of his embrace, or even a whisper of a
touch. He begged me to remain, that something would be figured out, and I left, without any more
words. I could not bear the pain in my heart nor the pain I would cause him by being there. "
She trailed off for a moment, and brought her hands to her face, crying softly for some time. She
finally wiped at her eyes, and sighed to herself, her fingers absently fiddling with two rings on her
right hand. "I joined Elrond and Gil-Gilad on the ride back to the armies. Gil-Gilad's words to me
as we rode of men's lack of acceptance of my lineage rang true when we arrived, as I was
shunned badly by the men. At that time, there was only a couple of months left of the war, and I
suffered each day avoiding the men, for not only did they view me as a threat, but they were
simply cruel to me. But they did listen to Gil-Gilad and Elrond, and for the most part, left me be.
The alliance eventually broke down Sauron's forces, and on that last day, I came to finally face
my mother in battle. I had seen her once or twice during those months, and I know she had seen
me. Sauron was struck down, as all know, by Isildur, and as Sauron fell, my mother ran from
Barad-dur in vain toward the scene. I rode forward, and cut off her flight. She laughed then, as
though she could not believe that I still lived. I slid from my horse's back and faced her, with an
elven sword, and she laughed all the more, cursing the elves and the men, crassly describing
things I will not speak of here. I spat at her and swung at her blindly, my anger overbearing my
good sense. It was then that she saw the circlet I wore, and her laughing ceased, and she held
out her hands at me, and began waving and muttering. I surged forth to try and stop her, but my
swing was too late. She had uttered a curse that still stands today. She had uttered it in the black
speech of Mordor, in the last of her power before I beheaded her, sending her from these lands.
She had seen me with Elrond during the months of the war of the last alliance, and she had
pieced it all together. With Sauron struck down, she knew she was next, and she had muttered of
her belief that I had brought all of this upon them; that this war was my doing solely.
Her curse was that so long as Sauron's power could exist, I would not know the touch of my love;
his touch would cause me the pain of a piercing sword. I did not think anything of her words, for I
had not thought that her curse would ring true. She had died easily enough, a beheading and a
point from groin to throat had ended it quickly, and I spat upon her corpse, for all of the hatred
and anger she had caused me….for bringing me into a world and abandoning me to the darkness
of Barad-dur and its creatures because she was not strong enough to believe in anything else.
She fell…." Sycha stopped herself when Legolas took hold of her arm, hushing her. The red flush
in her cheeks had dangerously deepened, and she rose, shaking her arms out and breathing.
"I….am sorry…." She forced herself to calm and closed her eyes. "I spat upon my mother's
corpse and left her, searching for those I knew. Elrond had taken Isildur into Barad-dur, to destroy
the ring of power. Had that succeeded, I would have never known there had been a curse, for it
would have been destroyed with the ring. But…..it was not. As it is said by elves, the hearts of
men are weak. Isildur backed away from Elrond as he bade him to throw the ring into the fires of
Orodruin, for he was weak, and his desire for power strong, and he took the ring away from there
with him. He fled from there, before Elrond could catch him, and was gone. While this happened,
I had found Glorfindel, bent over the body of Gil-Gilad, who had fallen in battle, and could not be
saved. I cried over his body, for the kindness and compassion he had given me; for the life he
had given me the chance of; and for giving me over to Elrond. It was not until Glorfindel pulled
me up that I thought on anything else.
Elrond was approaching on horseback, coming back from the fires of Orodruin. He slid from his
horse's back before the horse had even slowed and I rushed to him, thankful he was well and for
the most part, unscathed. In my eyes, all was done. I thought at that point, my parents power was
gone. I did not know the ring still remained, nor did I know that it mattered. It was then that I fell
into his arms, and a blinding light exploded behind my eyes as a pain coarsed through my body
greater than anything I could have ever imagined. I fell back from him and screamed horribly.
When I was able to recover, I pieced it together when Elrond recounted that the ring still existed.
There was a horrified silence as he knelt down where I had fallen and I winced painfully when his
hand nearly rested upon mine. Glorfindel murmured something softly and I could do no more than
stare up at him. My mother's curse had stuck well, and the realization of what she had just taken
from me left me empty and numb. I clawed my way to my feet and ran from him, to my horse, and
fled Mordor, taking what I guessed would be the way to Gondor. I was not welcome there as you
might have guessed, and I took my chances in trying to find Isildur. It was a battle I could not
have ever hoped to win, but I tried. I begged of him and told him of what the existence of that ring
was causing. Isildur laughed at me, calling me 'Mordor's whore' and 'Sauron's bastard bitch'. He
mocked me, telling me that I only wanted the ring for myself…..to carry on my father's throne of
tyranny. It was then that I told him that I could never want the ring for myself, for I could not even
carry the ring myself. I carry the golden ring's sister, the last sane thing my mother had done
when Sauron had created the ring of power deep in the hole of Orodruin. She knew what that
would mean in the end somehow, and she disappeared for several days then, and found
Celebrimbor, and pleaded with him to create something to combat Sauron's evil. This was several
years before my birth.
Together, they created a white ring in silver, and bestowed everything that she had once been, a
creature of love and compassion. A ring that would hold together the power of the three elven
rings to combat Sauron's evil. She had hung it from my neck when I was born, and I don't believe
Sauron ever knew of it. I don't believe anyone ever knew of it's existence until I told it to Isildur,
for it appears just as the golden one does, a simple golden band until it is brought to fire. Maybe
Elrond did, I'm not sure. He seemed to know much more than even I did. Mine will only shine in
full moonlight the language written upon it, as the other would shine in the fire. Where the golden
one gives power over the minds of men and such, mine will give power over the elements….of
either I am not sure which would be considered more powerful. But I have worn mine always, and
the power has become me. I was born with great power, and the ring has only shaped and
refined it, or maybe I have helped to shape the ring, I am not sure, but the ring is me now. I have
come to understand this over the many years, and maybe my mother had created it initially to
protect me, knowing that those she had once helped would help me and bound a power within it
to help them as well. But this was well a mistake to tell it to men, least of all Isildur. He became
lecherous, and demanded I give him the ring. I knew then that there was little hope of his
understanding what he had done. I left Gondor quickly, and returned to Rivendell, where Elrond
awaited me. It was the most painful morning I have ever endured. I could not remain in Rivendell,
for I could not live being in his presence without any hope of his embrace, or even a whisper of a
touch. He begged me to remain, that something would be figured out, and I left, without any more
words. I could not bear the pain in my heart nor the pain I would cause him by being there. "