Chapter 13:
A/n: This is getting towards the end. Just a warning, the next chapter is a song one. Not this one, the next one. This one…well… I can't tell you cause you all won't read it then… so ha! Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha! Ok… I'll be good now… (Tobi-wan, get down!) Oh, that's the other reason I haven't updated in a while. I want you all to give a greeting to my new puppy (lil puppy) Tobi-Wan Kenobi… singing Tobi… of the nine paws… and the bark of doom…. Ok, enough of that. Don't watch the cartoon 'Return of the King', 1) they completely left out Legolas, the Twins and Gimli, and 2) It messes you up man! Ok… shutting up now…
Tha actual chapter!
"Nazglas!" The commanding voice echoed through her mind as she approached the giant throne room. He knows, she thought, though her step was calm. Perhaps she moved too slow, but Sauron appeared in front of her. Nazglas stepped back, a bit startled. The evil elf smiled, his features startlingly handsome. And it was just as well she thought so… he was her lord in every possible way. "There is a message for you, my shadow. The Elvin prince wishes to see you." Naz's eyes widened in surprise. "You may, but twist the knife slowly when you kill him." The hilt of her knife suddenly felt heavy against her side. But the reluctance faded.
"Rant-o, brannonîn. [Of course, my lord]." But why did that cold feeling creep up her neck? She chose to ignore it and bowed, following his orders. She didn't know the elf anyway, and no strange feeling was going to change it. Even if it felt better then lust and hate. She was a Mordiquendi… a dark elf… what did she care about a Sindar elf, let alone one that's father was a Teleri elf, which made him one. He was a 'line to the crown' elf… royal blood since his ancestors awoke… and he was a prince. It would be a blow to the elves to show them who was in command of Middle Earth.
"Nazglas!" She froze, her hand tightening on the hilt of her morgul blade. "Don't strike me, sis. It's me, Angelonus." The dark elf stepped in front of her, his gray skin shimmering. But his eyes were brown… they were supposed to me amber…
"What do you wish of me, brother?" Her eyes focused on his, searching for the reason for the intrusion. He sighed.
"Do you know who the elf you are going to kill is?" She shook her head. "His name is Legolas." Yes the name sounded familiar, but most likely, Sauron had said it. "He is an Elvin prince of Mirkwood- don't give me that 'you're an idiot' look- who once saved a prince and princess of thieves." Pain etched itself on Angel's face.
"Oh, if this is a fairie tale, tell me later. I must obey_" The slap that struck her face caused her to fall to the floor. She looked up and Angel, shock written throughout her features.
"Naz, you are completely his bitch, you know that?"
"You did not just call me a_"
"Shut up and listen for once!" Nazglas fell silent, wearily watching Angel's raised fists. "You are going to be killing your betrothed, did you know that?" He stared at her, hoping for some reaction. There was none. "Nazglas, do you remember what… who we were before we served the dark lord?" He knelt next to her, his voice and features softening. The expression on her face confused him… knowing and denial all at once.
"aye, we were thieves, raised by humans in Gondor for the other elves forsook us. And you had decided to rob some men of Rohan, and they held a grudge and chased us all the way to the Eastern Borders of the Cursed Greenwood. Then Lord Sauron rescued us."
"The forest hasn't been called 'Greenwood' in hundreds of years, twin. It's Mirkwood." A slight recognition flashed through her eyes, softening them to brown. Angel continued, considering this a good sign. "And he didn't rescue us… we ran into the forest and were cornered by Mithrandir and Legolas. We were brought back to the palace of Mirkwood, and treated as royal guests. And…" He bit down on the sob of realization that threatened to choke him, "Legolas and you fell in love with each other. But, we were disguised by the wizard, made to look like normal elves. And we changed back when Sauron called us. Nazglas, don't you see? Sauron tricked us. He may have created us, but he's using us… using you to produce an heir." Naz instinctively took a step back, placing a hand on her lower stomach in surprise.
She studied him for a moment before speaking. "You lie."
"Nay. Naz, it should be Legolas's child you carry, not Sau_"
"No child do I carry! Gods, Angelonus, has the wizard corrupted your mind? Have you no shame? You would turn against our lord because the wizard spoke? The Dark Lord warned you of his trickery." With her final word, she stormed down the hall, the torches going out as she passed. Angelonus stood, watching her, and the torches flared back on.
"Why were we made opposites? You are corrupted, sister."
"The idiot, how dare he assume that I would believe his tale?" Nazglas shook her head, still walking briskly to the dungeons. No need to dwell on silly stories. But how did he know she carried a child?
He is your twin, Nazglas. He feels what you feel.
But that was blocked by the Lord.
Blood is thicker than water.
An adage made by undeserving relatives.
She slowed to a halt in front of the cells that held the latest prisoners. That had put an end to her internal war.
But, as she peered through the door, a feeling jerked her heart. A blonde elf, bruised and beaten, was using his hands to talk to the king of men. By happenstance, he looked up.
Their gaze locked.
And she knew, everything Angelonus had said was true.
A/n: This is getting towards the end. Just a warning, the next chapter is a song one. Not this one, the next one. This one…well… I can't tell you cause you all won't read it then… so ha! Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha! Ok… I'll be good now… (Tobi-wan, get down!) Oh, that's the other reason I haven't updated in a while. I want you all to give a greeting to my new puppy (lil puppy) Tobi-Wan Kenobi… singing Tobi… of the nine paws… and the bark of doom…. Ok, enough of that. Don't watch the cartoon 'Return of the King', 1) they completely left out Legolas, the Twins and Gimli, and 2) It messes you up man! Ok… shutting up now…
Tha actual chapter!
"Nazglas!" The commanding voice echoed through her mind as she approached the giant throne room. He knows, she thought, though her step was calm. Perhaps she moved too slow, but Sauron appeared in front of her. Nazglas stepped back, a bit startled. The evil elf smiled, his features startlingly handsome. And it was just as well she thought so… he was her lord in every possible way. "There is a message for you, my shadow. The Elvin prince wishes to see you." Naz's eyes widened in surprise. "You may, but twist the knife slowly when you kill him." The hilt of her knife suddenly felt heavy against her side. But the reluctance faded.
"Rant-o, brannonîn. [Of course, my lord]." But why did that cold feeling creep up her neck? She chose to ignore it and bowed, following his orders. She didn't know the elf anyway, and no strange feeling was going to change it. Even if it felt better then lust and hate. She was a Mordiquendi… a dark elf… what did she care about a Sindar elf, let alone one that's father was a Teleri elf, which made him one. He was a 'line to the crown' elf… royal blood since his ancestors awoke… and he was a prince. It would be a blow to the elves to show them who was in command of Middle Earth.
"Nazglas!" She froze, her hand tightening on the hilt of her morgul blade. "Don't strike me, sis. It's me, Angelonus." The dark elf stepped in front of her, his gray skin shimmering. But his eyes were brown… they were supposed to me amber…
"What do you wish of me, brother?" Her eyes focused on his, searching for the reason for the intrusion. He sighed.
"Do you know who the elf you are going to kill is?" She shook her head. "His name is Legolas." Yes the name sounded familiar, but most likely, Sauron had said it. "He is an Elvin prince of Mirkwood- don't give me that 'you're an idiot' look- who once saved a prince and princess of thieves." Pain etched itself on Angel's face.
"Oh, if this is a fairie tale, tell me later. I must obey_" The slap that struck her face caused her to fall to the floor. She looked up and Angel, shock written throughout her features.
"Naz, you are completely his bitch, you know that?"
"You did not just call me a_"
"Shut up and listen for once!" Nazglas fell silent, wearily watching Angel's raised fists. "You are going to be killing your betrothed, did you know that?" He stared at her, hoping for some reaction. There was none. "Nazglas, do you remember what… who we were before we served the dark lord?" He knelt next to her, his voice and features softening. The expression on her face confused him… knowing and denial all at once.
"aye, we were thieves, raised by humans in Gondor for the other elves forsook us. And you had decided to rob some men of Rohan, and they held a grudge and chased us all the way to the Eastern Borders of the Cursed Greenwood. Then Lord Sauron rescued us."
"The forest hasn't been called 'Greenwood' in hundreds of years, twin. It's Mirkwood." A slight recognition flashed through her eyes, softening them to brown. Angel continued, considering this a good sign. "And he didn't rescue us… we ran into the forest and were cornered by Mithrandir and Legolas. We were brought back to the palace of Mirkwood, and treated as royal guests. And…" He bit down on the sob of realization that threatened to choke him, "Legolas and you fell in love with each other. But, we were disguised by the wizard, made to look like normal elves. And we changed back when Sauron called us. Nazglas, don't you see? Sauron tricked us. He may have created us, but he's using us… using you to produce an heir." Naz instinctively took a step back, placing a hand on her lower stomach in surprise.
She studied him for a moment before speaking. "You lie."
"Nay. Naz, it should be Legolas's child you carry, not Sau_"
"No child do I carry! Gods, Angelonus, has the wizard corrupted your mind? Have you no shame? You would turn against our lord because the wizard spoke? The Dark Lord warned you of his trickery." With her final word, she stormed down the hall, the torches going out as she passed. Angelonus stood, watching her, and the torches flared back on.
"Why were we made opposites? You are corrupted, sister."
"The idiot, how dare he assume that I would believe his tale?" Nazglas shook her head, still walking briskly to the dungeons. No need to dwell on silly stories. But how did he know she carried a child?
He is your twin, Nazglas. He feels what you feel.
But that was blocked by the Lord.
Blood is thicker than water.
An adage made by undeserving relatives.
She slowed to a halt in front of the cells that held the latest prisoners. That had put an end to her internal war.
But, as she peered through the door, a feeling jerked her heart. A blonde elf, bruised and beaten, was using his hands to talk to the king of men. By happenstance, he looked up.
Their gaze locked.
And she knew, everything Angelonus had said was true.