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Mithril belongs to me. I don't know Isildur's sons name oh and Nimrond I made up."if we shadows have offended..."
She'd been wandering around for days, she didn't know how long, she didn't care. `He's dead' was the only thought that kept swirling and swirling in her mind like some broken record...
She trips again, her clothes and skin are torn in a million places but she just gets up. She just keeps walking, so consumed by her thoughts that she pays no heed to hunger, weariness or even pain.
It was close to midnight, she was still walking along the same road, sometimes she'd stumble or fall and then crawl forward till she was strong enough to get up again. The only sign of her passage was a trail of blood steaming in the cold air behind her. She falls again, but this time she doesn't get up `What is the point?' she thought before she was engulfed the in comforting arms of exhausted sleep.
Morning:
`Gggrrmmfff' Mithril woke with a start. She almost gagged at the stench of sweat and sulfur. Cold callused hands were moving over her body, not in any sexual way but searcingly, she opened one eye to see an orc rifling trough her pockets `They think I'm dead she thought' she was about to lift her hand to strike the questing orc when-
"HALT" said a voice that chilled her to her bones. She turned her head slightly to see the speaker: a white haired man on a horse, a wizard.
"Get up Mithril, daughter of Isildur. I know you're awake"
She did not dare move `I'm still on the road' she thought `this is a dream'
"Very well then" his voice sounded like death warmed over "you there, bring her"
The orc grabbed her roughly and dragged her over a shoulder, this time she gave into the urge to gag at the stench of him. She wanted to do more, to fight, to flee, but there was not enough strength left in her not even to scream.
When next she awoke she was in a small, dark and clammy cell. From all around she could hear the anguished screams of the dungeons other inhabitants. She curled herself into a tiny ball, hands over ears to block out the screaming fresh tears streamed down her face.
Suddenly all was quiet; she strained her hearing, nothing... there! Footsteps came down the corridor and stopped outside her cell. The door scraped inward. "Grrmmff" An orc gestured her to follow. Even without words he managed to convey the message that if she didn't follow she would die a slow painful death.
He led her to a round room, at first she thought the room empty
"So glad you could join me, princess" She spun left in the direction of the wizard's sneering voice.
"Do you know who I am, princess?"
"TRAITOR!!" she screamed in fury as she ran at him, she wanted to kill him. This mage who was once her fathers friend as well as his ultimate downfall. But before she could get near him she ran into a wall of magic, as she crumpled to the floor she could hear him laughing...
"Aww, princess. Don't blame me. Your Father was a weak fool, who tried to use a ring he couldn't even understand. And where is he now? " He smiled evilly " I suppose he's keeping your grandfather company." A black look passed over his face "another fool who thought he could defeat Sauron, hah!" He strode over to where she sat; she kept her face down. He pulled her up by her hair. "I'm going to make everyone of you pay, dearly" he stared at her a little longer, then let go. She fell with a crack as her head hit the floor.
"And you, princess, you shall be the means of my revenge"
Later in her clammy cell she thought on all he'd said and done. His name was Nimrond the dark and after ranting about how he would avenge Sauron, he'd put a spell on her, five simple words... no blood or symbols just, words.
She looked at her hands; they still had blood on them, innocent blood...
"Kill him" Nimrond had commanded pointing to a scared looking man bound to a chair by the window, she had recognized him as one of her Father's loyal captains... Nimrond had then said the spell and as the last syllable left his mouth, she had felt the most unbearable pain in her chest
" Now princess, be reasonable. Kill him and the spell lets you live, but as long as he lives my magic will make your heart beat slower and slower till `pffff' you're dead" She'd done it then, she could still hear the innocent man choke on his own blood as she slit his throat. She hated herself for killing him, but the pain had been too much...
"You cling to life" he had laughed "I knew you would"
That had only been the start. For the next two decades he sent her all over Middle-earth to kill his enemies. And all the time he laughed at her "Strong enough to kill any man" he'd say "but not brave enough to take your own life, tisk, tisk, princess. What would your Father say?" Tears of shame filled her eyes, she'd killed many men... some of them had once been friends and loyal servants... she would never forget how they looked at her before they died, the hurt betrayal in their eyes would stay with her till she died "God willing I'll die soon"
"Now now princess" Nimrond's voice said from inside the fire.For twenty years she'd made a fire each night trough which Nimrond then fed her instructions on her next kill. "Have I got a treat for you"
"Spit it out Nimrond, I care nothing for your games "
"Careful princess I would hate to have to kill you before you kill Isildin "
She dropped the sword she'd been cleaning. "Isildin ? "
He took a moment to savour the pain in her voice "yes"
"NO!! I won't kill my own brother !!" She clutched at her chest, gasping for breath as the mindnumbing pain subsided " Yes" he said, " you will"
For the second time in her life she ran blindly from the castle, tears trailing down her cheeks. Winded she fell down next to the river. From far off she could hear the bells of mourning toll, her brother was dead.
Trough her tears she saw her reflection in the water she still looked eighteen, when she was in fact thirty-eight "MURDERER!!" she screamed at her reflection, then she picked up a stone and threw it in the water to distort her reflection. She reached for another but stopped when she noticed flecks of red on her fingers. "Isildin" she cried, picking up the stone she began scraping at her hands with it in an attempt to get his blood off.
He found her there.
Scraping away at her hands with a bloody rock. Confused she thought her own blood must be more of Isildin's and thusly she scraped even harder at her hands, in some places she had scraped away skin and flesh to the bone.
He quickly grabbed the stone from her. She tried to take it back, but he threw it in the river and caught her hands instead. She looked angry for a moment and then started to cry again
"shhh" He pulled her close, not caring that she was getting blood all over him. He cradled her and comforted her till her sobs died down. Even then he did not let go... "shhh, there now. Feel better?"
She could only nod, the warmth and sent of him was making her drowsy "who are you?" she whispered
"Legolas Greenleaf"
"Oh"
With a sigh she fell asleep against him.She was safe
Mithril belongs to me. I don't know Isildur's sons name oh and Nimrond I made up."if we shadows have offended..."
She'd been wandering around for days, she didn't know how long, she didn't care. `He's dead' was the only thought that kept swirling and swirling in her mind like some broken record...
She trips again, her clothes and skin are torn in a million places but she just gets up. She just keeps walking, so consumed by her thoughts that she pays no heed to hunger, weariness or even pain.
It was close to midnight, she was still walking along the same road, sometimes she'd stumble or fall and then crawl forward till she was strong enough to get up again. The only sign of her passage was a trail of blood steaming in the cold air behind her. She falls again, but this time she doesn't get up `What is the point?' she thought before she was engulfed the in comforting arms of exhausted sleep.
Morning:
`Gggrrmmfff' Mithril woke with a start. She almost gagged at the stench of sweat and sulfur. Cold callused hands were moving over her body, not in any sexual way but searcingly, she opened one eye to see an orc rifling trough her pockets `They think I'm dead she thought' she was about to lift her hand to strike the questing orc when-
"HALT" said a voice that chilled her to her bones. She turned her head slightly to see the speaker: a white haired man on a horse, a wizard.
"Get up Mithril, daughter of Isildur. I know you're awake"
She did not dare move `I'm still on the road' she thought `this is a dream'
"Very well then" his voice sounded like death warmed over "you there, bring her"
The orc grabbed her roughly and dragged her over a shoulder, this time she gave into the urge to gag at the stench of him. She wanted to do more, to fight, to flee, but there was not enough strength left in her not even to scream.
When next she awoke she was in a small, dark and clammy cell. From all around she could hear the anguished screams of the dungeons other inhabitants. She curled herself into a tiny ball, hands over ears to block out the screaming fresh tears streamed down her face.
Suddenly all was quiet; she strained her hearing, nothing... there! Footsteps came down the corridor and stopped outside her cell. The door scraped inward. "Grrmmff" An orc gestured her to follow. Even without words he managed to convey the message that if she didn't follow she would die a slow painful death.
He led her to a round room, at first she thought the room empty
"So glad you could join me, princess" She spun left in the direction of the wizard's sneering voice.
"Do you know who I am, princess?"
"TRAITOR!!" she screamed in fury as she ran at him, she wanted to kill him. This mage who was once her fathers friend as well as his ultimate downfall. But before she could get near him she ran into a wall of magic, as she crumpled to the floor she could hear him laughing...
"Aww, princess. Don't blame me. Your Father was a weak fool, who tried to use a ring he couldn't even understand. And where is he now? " He smiled evilly " I suppose he's keeping your grandfather company." A black look passed over his face "another fool who thought he could defeat Sauron, hah!" He strode over to where she sat; she kept her face down. He pulled her up by her hair. "I'm going to make everyone of you pay, dearly" he stared at her a little longer, then let go. She fell with a crack as her head hit the floor.
"And you, princess, you shall be the means of my revenge"
Later in her clammy cell she thought on all he'd said and done. His name was Nimrond the dark and after ranting about how he would avenge Sauron, he'd put a spell on her, five simple words... no blood or symbols just, words.
She looked at her hands; they still had blood on them, innocent blood...
"Kill him" Nimrond had commanded pointing to a scared looking man bound to a chair by the window, she had recognized him as one of her Father's loyal captains... Nimrond had then said the spell and as the last syllable left his mouth, she had felt the most unbearable pain in her chest
" Now princess, be reasonable. Kill him and the spell lets you live, but as long as he lives my magic will make your heart beat slower and slower till `pffff' you're dead" She'd done it then, she could still hear the innocent man choke on his own blood as she slit his throat. She hated herself for killing him, but the pain had been too much...
"You cling to life" he had laughed "I knew you would"
That had only been the start. For the next two decades he sent her all over Middle-earth to kill his enemies. And all the time he laughed at her "Strong enough to kill any man" he'd say "but not brave enough to take your own life, tisk, tisk, princess. What would your Father say?" Tears of shame filled her eyes, she'd killed many men... some of them had once been friends and loyal servants... she would never forget how they looked at her before they died, the hurt betrayal in their eyes would stay with her till she died "God willing I'll die soon"
"Now now princess" Nimrond's voice said from inside the fire.For twenty years she'd made a fire each night trough which Nimrond then fed her instructions on her next kill. "Have I got a treat for you"
"Spit it out Nimrond, I care nothing for your games "
"Careful princess I would hate to have to kill you before you kill Isildin "
She dropped the sword she'd been cleaning. "Isildin ? "
He took a moment to savour the pain in her voice "yes"
"NO!! I won't kill my own brother !!" She clutched at her chest, gasping for breath as the mindnumbing pain subsided " Yes" he said, " you will"
For the second time in her life she ran blindly from the castle, tears trailing down her cheeks. Winded she fell down next to the river. From far off she could hear the bells of mourning toll, her brother was dead.
Trough her tears she saw her reflection in the water she still looked eighteen, when she was in fact thirty-eight "MURDERER!!" she screamed at her reflection, then she picked up a stone and threw it in the water to distort her reflection. She reached for another but stopped when she noticed flecks of red on her fingers. "Isildin" she cried, picking up the stone she began scraping at her hands with it in an attempt to get his blood off.
He found her there.
Scraping away at her hands with a bloody rock. Confused she thought her own blood must be more of Isildin's and thusly she scraped even harder at her hands, in some places she had scraped away skin and flesh to the bone.
He quickly grabbed the stone from her. She tried to take it back, but he threw it in the river and caught her hands instead. She looked angry for a moment and then started to cry again
"shhh" He pulled her close, not caring that she was getting blood all over him. He cradled her and comforted her till her sobs died down. Even then he did not let go... "shhh, there now. Feel better?"
She could only nod, the warmth and sent of him was making her drowsy "who are you?" she whispered
"Legolas Greenleaf"
"Oh"
With a sigh she fell asleep against him.She was safe