Author's Note : I'm writing a lot today.J Not certain why. Could be because I'd rather write than job search. Anyhoo…maybe someone will pay me for writing one day. What happened to Merilas? Read on…
Merilas POV
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CHAPTER 21 : Back to the Light
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I don't remember -when- I got knocked out. Only that I had been after the fourth Orc went down. I had managed to cut Shagrat…but had not defeated him. Orcs…when led by someone with intelligence were difficult if not impossible to deal with. I faded in and out of consciousness from whatever they had used to knock me out. I was back in my room in the tower, my hands bound. The first thing I did when I woke was wince at the pain of the tight rope.
"Frodo…" The Hobbit's name lept into my head, "Where was he?"
I looked around but was alone in the small room. The window was barred and locked shut. I dragged myself to a sitting position, my head reeling. Using my sleeve I wiped at my mouth. I had almost killed Shagrat, I remembered…I had had the blade to his throat and cut his cheek. But they had overpowered me. He had dragged me here.
The door was wrenched open and Shagrat glared at me. He stomped into the room and dragged me to my feet. "Elf scum." his beady eyes bore into mine. I tried to struggle, but was weak from loss of blood. "Who is it that's in the tower? Which Lord?" He growled fiercely and shook me. "Tell me." He had a bundle with him…a glint of something that looked silvery…a bit like Mithril. My eyes gleamed. His room was linked to mine. He looked like he'd been in some kind of scuffle.
I didn't answer, but merely glared back at him. He growled in fustration. Something was -obviously- going wrong in the tower. He never usually looked that desperate. "Did you lose the Rat after all?" I taunted, and was thrown aside, my shoulder hitting the post of the bed for my trouble. They -had-. I began to laugh. "Whose the betrayer now, Shagrat. You let someone into the Tower didn't you? You let them get under your very noses. That's what the bells were for." I coughed as he hit me once again.
"You be quiet!" He hissed. "Or I'll take care of you once and for all." he growled as he heard more alarms going off.
"He's gone." I continued to laugh, suddenly realizing what was going on. Frodo had been rescued. "He escaped. You let a -HOBBIT- escape. Shagrat…you are finished." I picked myself up and leant against the bed. "You're nothing anymore. You're career in terror is -over-. Saruman will have you brought to him, and you'll beg for death just like everyone else you butchered. "
"Shut Up! Shut UP!" he croaked.
"He's in here!" I called out at the top of my lungs, and was belted once again. "You're never getting out of here alive, Shagrat, not with what -you're- holding in your arms. Not with what you've done. You're a fool. A sniveling coward that deserves no better than death." as I was against the bed once again…I was struggling with the bonds around my wrists, easing myself out of them.
He jumped in confused fear as he heard troops moving everywhere in the tower, calling for the Captain. Shagrat turned away and I took that opportunity. I slipped out of my bonds and lunged forward, grabbing for one of his daggers. I flipped it in my hand and we fought. His sword was longer than the dagger and I was at a disadvantage with the chains on my feet. But…he had the key…and I would kill him. He was agitated…and I was calm.
"15 years…" I spat out in black speech. "You kept me here in this land. You destroyed everything that was light about me. You." Not really him, I knew…not all the time…but he was the one that would keep me awake at night. He was the one who disfigured me, made me his own. "I always thought you were invincible, you stood up to everyone in the army here, you were strong, even Snaga feared you. Now look at you. You're nothing. You're diminished. You lost a -hobbit-. You let something that was half your strength get the better of you. Its over, Shagrat. You underestimated your enemy, and for that if I don't kill you now, Saruman will. You are master of no one now." I lept forward, and decided to use my chains as an advantage, whipping my legs around to tangle him. I forced the sword from his hand as we fell to the floor, and held him fast. The bundle was dropped onto the ground…and I knew what it was…Mithril chain…the finest light that the elves had to offer.
He stared at me as my chains weighted down his legs, and I held the dagger to his throat. "You can't do it." he jeered. "You won't kill me."
I thought about Frodo…I thought about the seven who died…I thought about my life…what it would never be, what I had lost, what parts of me would never heal. I shook my head, "I should have done this 10 years ago. Never again will your hand touch the flesh of light." My eyes held a terrible glint to them as I sliced the dagger once. .
His eyes bugged out in astonishment…blood spilled…and he choked and writhed on the floor. I watched, rising. I balanced on my knees and went to grab the bundle before the pool of blood that was forming touched it. I searched around at his belt for the keys to my chains and I found them. The last act he saw was me dropping the heavy chains on his stomach, holding the bundle of Mithril in my arm.
"Die like the dog you are, Yrch." Those were my last words ever spoken in the black tongue of Mordor. I turned towards the door. That's when I saw something gleaming there. I opened my eyes a little wider…it shimmered and sparkled and a wave of peace washed over me. Then it was gone.
For the first time… in many many years an image rose to my mind. A light I had long banished to the back of my mind, a feeling that had been trapped under the skin and armor I had built up around my heart. I opened the door of the room…and stepped out of the darkness and I didn't look back.
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Author's Note : Yes I know that the mithril chain was one of the things given to Gandalf. I couldn't find anywhere where Shagrat died. So let us just imagine for the sake of this fanfic that She killed him. If anyone knows what -actually- happened to Shagrat…tell me what pages they're on…Hm. Well, Merilas won't be back for a couple of chapters. Sauron gets ahold of the stuff she has eventually. You'll understand when I write the next chapter of Merilas.
Merilas POV
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CHAPTER 21 : Back to the Light
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I don't remember -when- I got knocked out. Only that I had been after the fourth Orc went down. I had managed to cut Shagrat…but had not defeated him. Orcs…when led by someone with intelligence were difficult if not impossible to deal with. I faded in and out of consciousness from whatever they had used to knock me out. I was back in my room in the tower, my hands bound. The first thing I did when I woke was wince at the pain of the tight rope.
"Frodo…" The Hobbit's name lept into my head, "Where was he?"
I looked around but was alone in the small room. The window was barred and locked shut. I dragged myself to a sitting position, my head reeling. Using my sleeve I wiped at my mouth. I had almost killed Shagrat, I remembered…I had had the blade to his throat and cut his cheek. But they had overpowered me. He had dragged me here.
The door was wrenched open and Shagrat glared at me. He stomped into the room and dragged me to my feet. "Elf scum." his beady eyes bore into mine. I tried to struggle, but was weak from loss of blood. "Who is it that's in the tower? Which Lord?" He growled fiercely and shook me. "Tell me." He had a bundle with him…a glint of something that looked silvery…a bit like Mithril. My eyes gleamed. His room was linked to mine. He looked like he'd been in some kind of scuffle.
I didn't answer, but merely glared back at him. He growled in fustration. Something was -obviously- going wrong in the tower. He never usually looked that desperate. "Did you lose the Rat after all?" I taunted, and was thrown aside, my shoulder hitting the post of the bed for my trouble. They -had-. I began to laugh. "Whose the betrayer now, Shagrat. You let someone into the Tower didn't you? You let them get under your very noses. That's what the bells were for." I coughed as he hit me once again.
"You be quiet!" He hissed. "Or I'll take care of you once and for all." he growled as he heard more alarms going off.
"He's gone." I continued to laugh, suddenly realizing what was going on. Frodo had been rescued. "He escaped. You let a -HOBBIT- escape. Shagrat…you are finished." I picked myself up and leant against the bed. "You're nothing anymore. You're career in terror is -over-. Saruman will have you brought to him, and you'll beg for death just like everyone else you butchered. "
"Shut Up! Shut UP!" he croaked.
"He's in here!" I called out at the top of my lungs, and was belted once again. "You're never getting out of here alive, Shagrat, not with what -you're- holding in your arms. Not with what you've done. You're a fool. A sniveling coward that deserves no better than death." as I was against the bed once again…I was struggling with the bonds around my wrists, easing myself out of them.
He jumped in confused fear as he heard troops moving everywhere in the tower, calling for the Captain. Shagrat turned away and I took that opportunity. I slipped out of my bonds and lunged forward, grabbing for one of his daggers. I flipped it in my hand and we fought. His sword was longer than the dagger and I was at a disadvantage with the chains on my feet. But…he had the key…and I would kill him. He was agitated…and I was calm.
"15 years…" I spat out in black speech. "You kept me here in this land. You destroyed everything that was light about me. You." Not really him, I knew…not all the time…but he was the one that would keep me awake at night. He was the one who disfigured me, made me his own. "I always thought you were invincible, you stood up to everyone in the army here, you were strong, even Snaga feared you. Now look at you. You're nothing. You're diminished. You lost a -hobbit-. You let something that was half your strength get the better of you. Its over, Shagrat. You underestimated your enemy, and for that if I don't kill you now, Saruman will. You are master of no one now." I lept forward, and decided to use my chains as an advantage, whipping my legs around to tangle him. I forced the sword from his hand as we fell to the floor, and held him fast. The bundle was dropped onto the ground…and I knew what it was…Mithril chain…the finest light that the elves had to offer.
He stared at me as my chains weighted down his legs, and I held the dagger to his throat. "You can't do it." he jeered. "You won't kill me."
I thought about Frodo…I thought about the seven who died…I thought about my life…what it would never be, what I had lost, what parts of me would never heal. I shook my head, "I should have done this 10 years ago. Never again will your hand touch the flesh of light." My eyes held a terrible glint to them as I sliced the dagger once. .
His eyes bugged out in astonishment…blood spilled…and he choked and writhed on the floor. I watched, rising. I balanced on my knees and went to grab the bundle before the pool of blood that was forming touched it. I searched around at his belt for the keys to my chains and I found them. The last act he saw was me dropping the heavy chains on his stomach, holding the bundle of Mithril in my arm.
"Die like the dog you are, Yrch." Those were my last words ever spoken in the black tongue of Mordor. I turned towards the door. That's when I saw something gleaming there. I opened my eyes a little wider…it shimmered and sparkled and a wave of peace washed over me. Then it was gone.
For the first time… in many many years an image rose to my mind. A light I had long banished to the back of my mind, a feeling that had been trapped under the skin and armor I had built up around my heart. I opened the door of the room…and stepped out of the darkness and I didn't look back.
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Author's Note : Yes I know that the mithril chain was one of the things given to Gandalf. I couldn't find anywhere where Shagrat died. So let us just imagine for the sake of this fanfic that She killed him. If anyone knows what -actually- happened to Shagrat…tell me what pages they're on…Hm. Well, Merilas won't be back for a couple of chapters. Sauron gets ahold of the stuff she has eventually. You'll understand when I write the next chapter of Merilas.