A/N: Sorry for the long delay between chappys…Anyway, this one will
probably suck since I read over my ficcy yesterday and it was really
bad….oh well.
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Chapter 9…I think
'I pity your persistence. You could act the part of the princess, and yet, you refuse to do anything at all!' The guard in charge of Indil, named Dimkris, yelled. (Yes, I named the guard as well…I like naming people!)
The elf sat, staring straight ahead, as if through anything in her way. Nothing at all affected her anymore. She would listen, and Dimkris knew she was not dying for then she would have no chance of getting back to that stupid prince, but still she remained the same. 'Why does she not respond?' Dimkris pondered. 'Give in! That or I shall send an army after your precious prince! Be the princess of Mordor! Take your position!' He yelled. To this he got a response. The young elf slowly rose from her huddles position against the wall and turned to face him. He no longer saw all the care in her eyes that he had when he had first laid eyes upon her. The five months in Mordor must have left her soul unpure. 'Reconsidering?' he asked. She did not smile, she did not laugh. No longer did her insecurities show through. Now, they were veiled under an unseen blanket that covered her mind, soul, and her ever-telling eyes. 'Mordor may yet have a Princess.' The guard thought.
A million thoughts were running through the mind of Indil. Then, they all disappeared. It was as if she had never experienced anything beyond hatred. She could remember not how Legolas' kiss had tasted now. She could remember naught about he friendships she had held with the fellowship. She could not remember the love she had felt. She felt hatred. And that was all. 'What would you have me do to accept my position, pitiful guard?' The elf asked.
'Now that is much more like a Princess of Mordor, Mornawen (Dark Maiden, or Maiden of Darkness). First, you must change out of those rags and into the attire one such as yourself should wear. Then, you will be trained to rule and conquer. No exceptions or I shall put in a bad word about you being the princess.' Dimkris answered.
'A fine choice of instruction from a pathetic excuse for whatever position you do hold.' She replied. Mornawen suited her much better than Indil did anyway. She abruptly walked out of the room she and the guard had been in and up the long stone passageway towards her chambers. They were the most grand in all of the tower. All dark colors but everything was of the finest material. Mornawen put on a blood red dress to match her hair and admired her reflection. She smirked. It truly was an evil look. Dimkris entered the room slowly. 'I believe that most will cower in fear when they see you, Mornawen.' He spoke as he lifted the mithril and bloodstone circlet off the dresser and bowed down, holding it out to her. 'Get your filty hands off my belongings, you stupid orc! And never speak in such a friendly matter to your princess!' Mornawen ordered loudly, and Dimkris cringed at her tone.
'Yes, My Princess. I will send for an escort to bring you to your training.' He meekly spoke and he was practically running as he left the room.
Mornawen picked up the circlet he had so carelessly put back on the dresser, and placed it atop her head. 'Any that defy me will perish!' She thought to herself.
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'Legolas.' Frodo called out. The answer was silence. 'Legolas, you know that if you continue on like this you shall surely die and you will never see her again! Those of Mordor will not kill their princess. She is still alive. You will have no hope of seeing her again if you let grief overcome you and she lives forever.'
'You speak with much wisdom. I thank ye for pointing that out to me. I have been too conceited in only thinking of myself. That will have to change.' Legolas answered as he embraced his friend.
'I do believe that the Lady of the Wood wishes to have a word with you, Master Elf.' Frodo once again spoke. Legolas nodded and paced off to meet Galadriel. When he came upon her, she spoke much wisdom.
'Prince of Mirkwood. I do believe you are not on a leisure trip, but more of a quest to save Middle-earth. I give you two months more time, no longer. A delay will be the ruin of all. Be strong, Legolas.' And that was all she said before walking away. The prince did not even get to say a word. 'Two months. In two months we will take up the quest again.' He thought to himself.
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Well, two months did finally pass and the fellowship started their journey again. With all the training Mornawen had, she could have ruled over everything and killed an entire race without a regret. She had given in to evil totally. To bring one back fro a state such as this is folly. Practically impossible.
Mornawen lay upon her bed thinking. She was disturbed by a messanger from the Dark Lord.
'Princess?' The messenger asked.
'WHAT DO YOU WANT?' The elf demanded.
'I-I was sent to tell you, y-your highness, that t-the Dark Lord wishes you to take on a hard task.' The former replied.
'DID HE GIVE DETAIL OR NOT?!?!' She asked.
'Y-yes, my lady! He said you would be on a mission to k-kill the Fellowship of the Ring. H-he said to have you come down to the throne room for further discussion.'
'WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SO I THE FIRST PLACE! NOW, LEAVE!!' Mornawen spoke before arousing from her rest. Then she strolled out of her chambers, headed towards the throne room. She admired all the paintings hung on the wall. Most were of dragons and other foul beings, but they were most wonderful. All too soon, she reached her destination. She walked into the room and sat down in the nearest chair. The cold stone of the seat chilled her, but she uttered not a word. Never had she been told to go on a quest as hard as this, and she wondered why she was the one sent to do it.
'Good evening, my child. I suspect you are here for information of your quest? Do not answer. I shall tell you all you need to know. I will send you to the borders of Lothlorien. You will follow the fellowship from their, learning their weaknesses and how to kill them. Do not let them know of your presence if can be done. If not, deceive them in the best ways you can. This is my test for you to see if you are truly the Princess of Mordor, now. If you fail, the Uruk-hai will finish your job for you. Kill them all, Princess!' The voice of the Dark Lord boomed within the room. She still shuddered at the evil in the voice, but she was beginning to accept it. She closed her eyes to blink for a second, and when she opened them she was in a bright area outside a forest. 'So, my task has already begun.' She thought to herself while hiding behind some bushes.
'Now to figure out where the company I am to be tailing is.' She thought with a wry grin. She felt for her bow and arrows and found them with her as well as her daggers. 'Great. Now I shall finally defeat those I have despised for so long.' She looked at her dress attire and found that she was no longer in her daily garb. She was wearing a black folded skirt, a black long sleeved tight shirt and a black velvet cloak that's hood cast a shadow upon her face. She was wearing her circlet as well. 'I guess he wanted me to always be seen as who I am.' She thought, grinning to herself. A shout brought her out of her thoughts as a small company left the forest and climbed into boats. Se knew she would have to travel fast on land if she wanted to keep up with them.
The current of the water was fast and though she didn't tire easily, she knew she might fall behind that day and have to catch up while they were resting. As she sprinted through the forests surrounding the river, all the greens and browns of the trees and brush were a blur and she hoped her fast movements would not catch any attention from unwanted gazes. As the day wore on, she caught bits and pieces of those she remembered naught of's conversation. 'Nothing about weaknesses and such. How quaint.' She thought bitterly. The gap between the area where she was and where they were was growing, and she put on speed. She was taken off guard when an arrow whizzed in her direction and grazed her arm. It was only a scrape but it ripped her shirt. 'Shit! How the fuck do they do that??' She wondered. Another arrow was shot in her direction followed by a 'Bloody hell, that's no orc because orcs aren't that smart!' 'Looks like I might have to be seen after all.' She thought to herself. She decided it best if she rested a while and picked up on their trail after nightfall when they would be resting. She sat at the base of a tree and rested her head upon it, falling into a deep state of mind. As close to sleep as Elves can get.
She dreamt, in her 'sleep', of someone caring. Of someone who wanted to make it all better. She dreamt of one of the strangers she saw. He was kind to her. She dreamt of someone telling her not to listen to the Dark Lord. To come back to being who she was. In this dream, she has asked who she was. The reply was silence. Then she woke up.
'What did they mean by who I was? I don't remember being anything other than what I am now.' She pondered. What surprised her next was the fact that it was already dark. She knew she had to get a move on if she didn't want to fail her test. She ran off into the thicker trees and didn't stop for quite a while. Her feet ached and her head swam from all the running without any food or water, but she kept going until she came upon the bushes surrounding their camp. She looked around to see how many were present and she counted 7. 'Seven! Where is the other! There was eight when I counted at the river!' She frantically thought.
'Well. We were right in thinking you were not an orc, though you are clothed in dark colours like one. You won't be going anywhere all too soon, step into camp so we can see why it is you're following us.' Hissed a voice as the cool blade of a dagger was pressed against her neck. She shuddered as her mind was taken over by a flashback of a scene she could not remember. It was that of when she was by the river Nimrodel, trying to kill herself. As soon as it began, the flashback ended, and she was pushed into the camp area, hard.
She fell to her knees as she came into sight and a tingling feeling went down her spine as the one who had pushed her into the area, the elf that had been in her dream, was staring at her. She had not taken her hood off yet, and she was pulled her cloak around her so none would see the skirt. She was hoping she would not have to.
'I found this stranger wandering around the borders of where we set up camp for the night. I fear it is the same as the one who was seen on land near the river. It may be a spy.' The elf spoke.
'Will you not say a word of defense?' The rather rugged looking man asked. His reply was Mornawen spitting at his feet.
'Rather proud, for a cornered spy. Maybe we should alter that.' Said the other man, kicking her in the stomach. She had not expected that and she clutched her stomach in pain, though she refused to give him the satisfaction of her crying out. 'Ah. So you like being kicked, eh?' He said while holding his sword to her neck, tilting her head up. A slight glimmer of moonlight shone upon her face and he dropped the sword in acknowledgement, with a loud intake of breath.
'What is it, Boromir?' The elf asked.
'It's—It can't be! This is impossible. I must be going crazy.' He mumbled. Then he glanced back at the kneeling figure. 'Take down your hood.' He spoke and the figure shook its head 'no.' 'Take down your hood before there will be no hood left of that pretty cloak!' He threatened. She reached up and pulled it off her face just as the moon fully came out fro behind a cloud. The whole party gasped at the sight and no one spoke. She took this as her chance to escape and quickly stood and started to run off, but was stopped by someone grabbing her wrist. Their grip was like steel and she could not pull free.
Legolas turned her to face him and he saw an unknown glint lingering in her eyes. It was the same that he had seen in a creature of evil. He realized then that she didn't remember him at all. 'Then why is she here? Was she sent by the Dark Lord, I wonder? Ah, she is so different now. She despises us all. It is quite unfortunate that she cannot remember what had happened. Will her memory ever come back?' All these thoughts ran through his head. His mind was running away with him and he couldn't grasp that she could not even remember him. He pulled her back towards the others. Talking would be of the essence tonight.
'Speak. Why are you here now? If you don't respond you won't live to see the next sunrise!' Aragorn spoke. He watched Legolas cringe at the threat on her life.
'Why am I here? A test. Simply a test.' She replied, smirking at the thought of what they would all look like floating down the falls in those pathetic boats.
'Who assigned you this test, then?' Boromir requested.
'It is not right for you to speak to me in such informal terms, you stupid mortal.' She sneered.
'Oh, then what do I call you? Oh wicked and evil wretch?' He said testily.
In a flash she had a dagger at his throat. 'Never say anything of the sort to me or you won't live long enough to watch Mordor triumph.' She spoke.
'Who would want to see that?' A halfling piped in. Mornawen withdrew the dagger from the area around Boromir's neck and walked over to the little one.
'What is your name?' She asked.
'Pippin!' He quickly answered.
'Well, Pippin, do not talk out of turn.' She said while walking back towards the others.
'Indil, what happened to you?' The elf asked.
'Indil? Who is that? My name is Mornawen. Whoever you speak of is long gone.'
'You never answered Boromir's question.' Aragorn stated, while training an arrow to her vulnerable form.
'Who assigned me the test? The Dark Lord. Is that all, because if it is, I'd best be trying to complete this.' She replied.
'No, that is not all. Amin hiraetha, melamin.' Legolas spoke as he bound her arms together. She struggled to get out of his grasp, but Aragorn came to the elf's aid and it would have been impossible for her to escape. They stripped her of her weapons, then tied her to a thick tree. She relented trying to escape and took advantage of what time she had to rest again. Ass the mental strain of what to say had taken it's toll. She finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Chapter 9…I think
'I pity your persistence. You could act the part of the princess, and yet, you refuse to do anything at all!' The guard in charge of Indil, named Dimkris, yelled. (Yes, I named the guard as well…I like naming people!)
The elf sat, staring straight ahead, as if through anything in her way. Nothing at all affected her anymore. She would listen, and Dimkris knew she was not dying for then she would have no chance of getting back to that stupid prince, but still she remained the same. 'Why does she not respond?' Dimkris pondered. 'Give in! That or I shall send an army after your precious prince! Be the princess of Mordor! Take your position!' He yelled. To this he got a response. The young elf slowly rose from her huddles position against the wall and turned to face him. He no longer saw all the care in her eyes that he had when he had first laid eyes upon her. The five months in Mordor must have left her soul unpure. 'Reconsidering?' he asked. She did not smile, she did not laugh. No longer did her insecurities show through. Now, they were veiled under an unseen blanket that covered her mind, soul, and her ever-telling eyes. 'Mordor may yet have a Princess.' The guard thought.
A million thoughts were running through the mind of Indil. Then, they all disappeared. It was as if she had never experienced anything beyond hatred. She could remember not how Legolas' kiss had tasted now. She could remember naught about he friendships she had held with the fellowship. She could not remember the love she had felt. She felt hatred. And that was all. 'What would you have me do to accept my position, pitiful guard?' The elf asked.
'Now that is much more like a Princess of Mordor, Mornawen (Dark Maiden, or Maiden of Darkness). First, you must change out of those rags and into the attire one such as yourself should wear. Then, you will be trained to rule and conquer. No exceptions or I shall put in a bad word about you being the princess.' Dimkris answered.
'A fine choice of instruction from a pathetic excuse for whatever position you do hold.' She replied. Mornawen suited her much better than Indil did anyway. She abruptly walked out of the room she and the guard had been in and up the long stone passageway towards her chambers. They were the most grand in all of the tower. All dark colors but everything was of the finest material. Mornawen put on a blood red dress to match her hair and admired her reflection. She smirked. It truly was an evil look. Dimkris entered the room slowly. 'I believe that most will cower in fear when they see you, Mornawen.' He spoke as he lifted the mithril and bloodstone circlet off the dresser and bowed down, holding it out to her. 'Get your filty hands off my belongings, you stupid orc! And never speak in such a friendly matter to your princess!' Mornawen ordered loudly, and Dimkris cringed at her tone.
'Yes, My Princess. I will send for an escort to bring you to your training.' He meekly spoke and he was practically running as he left the room.
Mornawen picked up the circlet he had so carelessly put back on the dresser, and placed it atop her head. 'Any that defy me will perish!' She thought to herself.
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'Legolas.' Frodo called out. The answer was silence. 'Legolas, you know that if you continue on like this you shall surely die and you will never see her again! Those of Mordor will not kill their princess. She is still alive. You will have no hope of seeing her again if you let grief overcome you and she lives forever.'
'You speak with much wisdom. I thank ye for pointing that out to me. I have been too conceited in only thinking of myself. That will have to change.' Legolas answered as he embraced his friend.
'I do believe that the Lady of the Wood wishes to have a word with you, Master Elf.' Frodo once again spoke. Legolas nodded and paced off to meet Galadriel. When he came upon her, she spoke much wisdom.
'Prince of Mirkwood. I do believe you are not on a leisure trip, but more of a quest to save Middle-earth. I give you two months more time, no longer. A delay will be the ruin of all. Be strong, Legolas.' And that was all she said before walking away. The prince did not even get to say a word. 'Two months. In two months we will take up the quest again.' He thought to himself.
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Well, two months did finally pass and the fellowship started their journey again. With all the training Mornawen had, she could have ruled over everything and killed an entire race without a regret. She had given in to evil totally. To bring one back fro a state such as this is folly. Practically impossible.
Mornawen lay upon her bed thinking. She was disturbed by a messanger from the Dark Lord.
'Princess?' The messenger asked.
'WHAT DO YOU WANT?' The elf demanded.
'I-I was sent to tell you, y-your highness, that t-the Dark Lord wishes you to take on a hard task.' The former replied.
'DID HE GIVE DETAIL OR NOT?!?!' She asked.
'Y-yes, my lady! He said you would be on a mission to k-kill the Fellowship of the Ring. H-he said to have you come down to the throne room for further discussion.'
'WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SO I THE FIRST PLACE! NOW, LEAVE!!' Mornawen spoke before arousing from her rest. Then she strolled out of her chambers, headed towards the throne room. She admired all the paintings hung on the wall. Most were of dragons and other foul beings, but they were most wonderful. All too soon, she reached her destination. She walked into the room and sat down in the nearest chair. The cold stone of the seat chilled her, but she uttered not a word. Never had she been told to go on a quest as hard as this, and she wondered why she was the one sent to do it.
'Good evening, my child. I suspect you are here for information of your quest? Do not answer. I shall tell you all you need to know. I will send you to the borders of Lothlorien. You will follow the fellowship from their, learning their weaknesses and how to kill them. Do not let them know of your presence if can be done. If not, deceive them in the best ways you can. This is my test for you to see if you are truly the Princess of Mordor, now. If you fail, the Uruk-hai will finish your job for you. Kill them all, Princess!' The voice of the Dark Lord boomed within the room. She still shuddered at the evil in the voice, but she was beginning to accept it. She closed her eyes to blink for a second, and when she opened them she was in a bright area outside a forest. 'So, my task has already begun.' She thought to herself while hiding behind some bushes.
'Now to figure out where the company I am to be tailing is.' She thought with a wry grin. She felt for her bow and arrows and found them with her as well as her daggers. 'Great. Now I shall finally defeat those I have despised for so long.' She looked at her dress attire and found that she was no longer in her daily garb. She was wearing a black folded skirt, a black long sleeved tight shirt and a black velvet cloak that's hood cast a shadow upon her face. She was wearing her circlet as well. 'I guess he wanted me to always be seen as who I am.' She thought, grinning to herself. A shout brought her out of her thoughts as a small company left the forest and climbed into boats. Se knew she would have to travel fast on land if she wanted to keep up with them.
The current of the water was fast and though she didn't tire easily, she knew she might fall behind that day and have to catch up while they were resting. As she sprinted through the forests surrounding the river, all the greens and browns of the trees and brush were a blur and she hoped her fast movements would not catch any attention from unwanted gazes. As the day wore on, she caught bits and pieces of those she remembered naught of's conversation. 'Nothing about weaknesses and such. How quaint.' She thought bitterly. The gap between the area where she was and where they were was growing, and she put on speed. She was taken off guard when an arrow whizzed in her direction and grazed her arm. It was only a scrape but it ripped her shirt. 'Shit! How the fuck do they do that??' She wondered. Another arrow was shot in her direction followed by a 'Bloody hell, that's no orc because orcs aren't that smart!' 'Looks like I might have to be seen after all.' She thought to herself. She decided it best if she rested a while and picked up on their trail after nightfall when they would be resting. She sat at the base of a tree and rested her head upon it, falling into a deep state of mind. As close to sleep as Elves can get.
She dreamt, in her 'sleep', of someone caring. Of someone who wanted to make it all better. She dreamt of one of the strangers she saw. He was kind to her. She dreamt of someone telling her not to listen to the Dark Lord. To come back to being who she was. In this dream, she has asked who she was. The reply was silence. Then she woke up.
'What did they mean by who I was? I don't remember being anything other than what I am now.' She pondered. What surprised her next was the fact that it was already dark. She knew she had to get a move on if she didn't want to fail her test. She ran off into the thicker trees and didn't stop for quite a while. Her feet ached and her head swam from all the running without any food or water, but she kept going until she came upon the bushes surrounding their camp. She looked around to see how many were present and she counted 7. 'Seven! Where is the other! There was eight when I counted at the river!' She frantically thought.
'Well. We were right in thinking you were not an orc, though you are clothed in dark colours like one. You won't be going anywhere all too soon, step into camp so we can see why it is you're following us.' Hissed a voice as the cool blade of a dagger was pressed against her neck. She shuddered as her mind was taken over by a flashback of a scene she could not remember. It was that of when she was by the river Nimrodel, trying to kill herself. As soon as it began, the flashback ended, and she was pushed into the camp area, hard.
She fell to her knees as she came into sight and a tingling feeling went down her spine as the one who had pushed her into the area, the elf that had been in her dream, was staring at her. She had not taken her hood off yet, and she was pulled her cloak around her so none would see the skirt. She was hoping she would not have to.
'I found this stranger wandering around the borders of where we set up camp for the night. I fear it is the same as the one who was seen on land near the river. It may be a spy.' The elf spoke.
'Will you not say a word of defense?' The rather rugged looking man asked. His reply was Mornawen spitting at his feet.
'Rather proud, for a cornered spy. Maybe we should alter that.' Said the other man, kicking her in the stomach. She had not expected that and she clutched her stomach in pain, though she refused to give him the satisfaction of her crying out. 'Ah. So you like being kicked, eh?' He said while holding his sword to her neck, tilting her head up. A slight glimmer of moonlight shone upon her face and he dropped the sword in acknowledgement, with a loud intake of breath.
'What is it, Boromir?' The elf asked.
'It's—It can't be! This is impossible. I must be going crazy.' He mumbled. Then he glanced back at the kneeling figure. 'Take down your hood.' He spoke and the figure shook its head 'no.' 'Take down your hood before there will be no hood left of that pretty cloak!' He threatened. She reached up and pulled it off her face just as the moon fully came out fro behind a cloud. The whole party gasped at the sight and no one spoke. She took this as her chance to escape and quickly stood and started to run off, but was stopped by someone grabbing her wrist. Their grip was like steel and she could not pull free.
Legolas turned her to face him and he saw an unknown glint lingering in her eyes. It was the same that he had seen in a creature of evil. He realized then that she didn't remember him at all. 'Then why is she here? Was she sent by the Dark Lord, I wonder? Ah, she is so different now. She despises us all. It is quite unfortunate that she cannot remember what had happened. Will her memory ever come back?' All these thoughts ran through his head. His mind was running away with him and he couldn't grasp that she could not even remember him. He pulled her back towards the others. Talking would be of the essence tonight.
'Speak. Why are you here now? If you don't respond you won't live to see the next sunrise!' Aragorn spoke. He watched Legolas cringe at the threat on her life.
'Why am I here? A test. Simply a test.' She replied, smirking at the thought of what they would all look like floating down the falls in those pathetic boats.
'Who assigned you this test, then?' Boromir requested.
'It is not right for you to speak to me in such informal terms, you stupid mortal.' She sneered.
'Oh, then what do I call you? Oh wicked and evil wretch?' He said testily.
In a flash she had a dagger at his throat. 'Never say anything of the sort to me or you won't live long enough to watch Mordor triumph.' She spoke.
'Who would want to see that?' A halfling piped in. Mornawen withdrew the dagger from the area around Boromir's neck and walked over to the little one.
'What is your name?' She asked.
'Pippin!' He quickly answered.
'Well, Pippin, do not talk out of turn.' She said while walking back towards the others.
'Indil, what happened to you?' The elf asked.
'Indil? Who is that? My name is Mornawen. Whoever you speak of is long gone.'
'You never answered Boromir's question.' Aragorn stated, while training an arrow to her vulnerable form.
'Who assigned me the test? The Dark Lord. Is that all, because if it is, I'd best be trying to complete this.' She replied.
'No, that is not all. Amin hiraetha, melamin.' Legolas spoke as he bound her arms together. She struggled to get out of his grasp, but Aragorn came to the elf's aid and it would have been impossible for her to escape. They stripped her of her weapons, then tied her to a thick tree. She relented trying to escape and took advantage of what time she had to rest again. Ass the mental strain of what to say had taken it's toll. She finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.