Hey, I just couldn't resist writing another chappy today!
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*~* The wind Child*~*
The Beginning of Change
She had decided to take a long walk. She needed to think in peace and she couldn't do that with the wraiths in such a bad mood. They were still angry because of what had happened yesterday, it wasn't even her fault and they took it out on her. Tear marks grazed her face because the wraiths had punished her. They had whipped her with the sticks they used on their horses drawing blood on her already aching back. She wanted to run away, but she knew that she could not for, they had a hold on her and she was weakening. She didn't know what was going to happen to her exactly, but she had a pretty good idea. She had heard the stories of what happened to elves and half elves tortured by darkness and she guessed that she too would slowly turn into an Orc. It had already begun!
Dusk began to wrap itself around the trees, and the amber, glowing sun began to fall behind the low rolling hills. Casting shadows upon the ground and rocks like a blanket of ebony black. The light that remained was not bight but dim and red, almost brown. It made Narisunell shudder as the light disappeared, leaving her alone in the dark valley.
She had been walking absentmindedly for hours it seemed. Just wondering aimlessly and thinking about the future. She was not following a path as such, for there was not a physical one on the ground to follow. However she did seem to know where she was going, but not how she got there. She was loosing herself in the strong scent of the surrounding woods. They were beautiful to her and she loved the outside. Just being able to breath fresh air was a thrill for her. As she let her feet choose the path they desired she gazed at the auburn and ginger leaves that littered the forest floor. She truly loved the outdoors. She let herself settle beside a small cheerful stream that bubbled and splashed playfully over the rocks that lay beneath the water. The darkness was lit slightly by the few stars that glittered continuously every night. The stars reminded Narisunell of the elves and men in the last alliance. They were like a glimmer of hope.
*** Wait a minute. Who's side am I on? ***
That was just it Narisunell was torn apart. Before this whole thing had happened with the hobbits her mind was made up. She was an enemy of Hobbits, elves and most men, but now she wasn't sure who she was or who was her enemy.
She knew she was a servant of the enemy.
*** Wait… Enemy… but who is my enemy ***
She knew that she was a servant to Sauron and she couldn't change it. She would always be seeking the ring for her master, even against her will. And all this time he was gaining more and more of her as she slowly turned into an Orc. You could see it in her eyes that she was changing. You could see the pain and feeble resistance on her face, but in the long run it was useless.
Her body was becoming more muscular, at the moment it was hardly visible but in a few years she would be unrecognisable. Her hair was becoming harder to brush and matted, but she didn't care for it anyway. She had always been tall and lean but she was becoming taller and broader. It depressed her so much when she compared herself to the Orcs. She knew she looked nothing like them but she also knew that she would eventually and it hurt her. She also grew depressed when she compared herself to the elves, they were so beautiful and she despised them for it.
The cold was almost unbearable, but Narisunell drew her long, tattered cloak around her scrawny body and tried to hold back more tears. Her hands subconsciously grasped the thin blade in her pocket and she traced its edges feeling the cool sensation on her fingers. It was blood. She drew the knife out of her pocket and looked at it. She marvelled at the beautiful liquid that tumbles down her slim fingers, it made them throb with pain and turn a little white. Narisunell's tears mingled with blood as she brought her trembling fingers to her bony cheek. It was pain and she was enjoying it? She then brought the knife to her pale, thin wrists and began to draw thin lines of blood. At fist she was shocked at what she had just done, but then she grew bolder and she cut into her fragile flesh more deeply. This caused the blood to flow out of her more easily and freely along with her tears. Emotions tumbled themselves over her face as she sketched an intricate design on her arm. She didn't know why she did it, but she couldn't stop and soon both her arms were streaming with blood. The flesh that had been pale, almost white was now a deep red/brown colour. She had covered her arms and wrists in shall flowers (roses and daisies) that carried on all the way up to her thin shoulders with creeping leaves of ivy trailing them. Narisunell's tears increased when she looked at her reflection in the cool water, she was a wreck. And as more and more droplets fell she felt week and dizzy. Then she began to sway and she felt herself falling. She cried out in alarm and she felt an urgent panic grip her, but it was no use; she was going to fall. Her frail body collapsed out of pain and exhaustion and her world went black
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There is a deep pungent smell to match the deep colour of the darkness that is surrounding me. I look up into the stars, which disappear… then there is more darkness and black… but then…the beautiful faces of elves fill the night sky surrounding me and taunting me. They shout saying…
"You are not beautiful"
"You are not one of us"
"You are horrible and impure"
Then they vanish suddenly… there is more darkness…
"Please don't leave me," I cry in vain
But they have gone…then I wonder around looking for something I will realise. Then suddenly there are more beings… they are closer, but they are not beautiful, they are horrible and terrible Orcs… they snarl at me and mock me, whilst coming closer and closer, I am terrified. They start to shout at me and I begin to cry…
"Leave me alone"
"No! You are ours, you are his"
"I am my own person, not yours not anyone's. Leave me!"
"You belong with us, and you know it"
And with that chains slide around my arms wrapping me and binding me. Then he forces me to look at him. I stare back deep into his cold, black eyes that are filled with hatred and malice. I am determined to keep my cool but I am so scared…so scared…
"Daughter, you grow rebellious with age."
"Your highness, I assure you that I am not in the least bit rebellious to your power."
"Oh, but you are. You tell yourself everyday"
"I'm not your daughter and I'm not rebellious."
Then he laughs, a cruel, low, evil laugh right in my face. His breath on my cheek is so horrible and warm, not to mention the smell.
"You say two things that contradict each other, DAUGHTER."
I'm not saying anything, but he's so insistent
"Speak…DAUGHTER"
"Come now DAUGHTER there's no point in keeping silent for ever is there DAUGHTER"
I still didn't reply so he grew angry…
"DAUGHTER, If you don't obey me then you shall be
punished!"
and after I still didn't speak again His face became very dark and he seamed to
grow taller and larger leaving me on the ground.
He then took his sword from his side and drew it above his head. He swirled it around a couple of times before he prepared to strike me…
I couldn't move. It was like I was stuck to the floor with terror.
Then he put his face closer to mine and said in an inane whisper
"Good bye my DAUGHTER"
He then clasped his sword tightly and began swinging it down upon my head.
It had nearly reached my scalp when I found my voice and screamed with all my might.
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She woke up screaming and confused. Her body was drenched in sweat, blood and earth. Tears had never left her eyes that night and they began to fall swiftly again. She was shaking violently and her wet body was…
*** Wet body, since when has my body been wet? ***
True her body was soaking and freezing cold because she had fallen asleep in the stream. The whole of her bottom half was soaked in the cool, healing water and she felt terrible. She felt as if she could die of cold.
Narisunell looked around and to her surprise it was early morning. So, before she went to look for the wraiths she decided to clean herself up. She hurriedly discarded her filthy sodden clothes and soaked them quickly in the freezing water. The water dramatically changed colour as the garments entered it, but the stream soon returned to normal. She then set her clothes upon a rock that was already heated with the warmth of the sun to dry. Shivering slightly as the cool air swirled around her she dipped herself into the water. Immediately she felt like screaming, but then she grew accustomed to the cleansing water and she started to enjoy it. She scrubbed her skin until all the access earth and blood had gone, until all that remained on her arms were those delicate flowers she had sketched yesterday. Then she dunked her head under the water and removed all the dirt and grease from her hair. Finally she plunged her whole body under water and scrubbed her face and neck until the filth had left them.
Satisfied with the result, Narisunell waded down stream until she came to a lake/pool. It wasn't very deep, but it was beautiful all the same. It was a cool secluded area, sheltered by high cliffs that reflected their dark shadows into the clear water. Beautiful, tiny waterfalls plunged delicate drops of water into the lake from the high cliffs above. Nearby there were beautiful wild grasses and herbs growing, their smells were delicious and Narisunell found herself drawn towards them. She plucked the beautiful scented plants and mashed her favourites together in a mixture that smelled heavenly. Then she took the strange mixture in her hands and waded back into the lake up to her chest. She took the mixture and rubbed it all over her body and hair, letting the water swirl around her. Then she rinsed off her body, jumped out of the water and went back to her clothes on the rocks.
When she was nearly dry Narisunell put on her white under-dress (petticoat) and lay herself down in the sun waiting for her clothes to dry. However she was restless and she decided to go and choose a beautiful flower to put in her dark hair.
She hadn't gone very far when she found what she had been looking for. It was a delicate maroon flower with a large green leaf and orange middle. It was on a bush with many other flowers and berries as well. The berries were not poisonous and were well known among men and elves, however the flower was uncommon and Narisunell had never seen it before. She picked several of the flowers and a handful of berries, which she ate on her way back to her clothes.
When she reached them, they were almost dry, but Narisunell took a while to arrange her hair in a fancy design for fun. She twirled her dark locks around her slim fingers and braided the front parts of her hair in an intricate crown, and then she placed the flowers in her hair and admired her reflection. She looked like a beautiful elven maiden with her hair and long, simple flowing white dress. But it was only a reflection and as a twig intercepted her view by floating down the stream in front of her she glanced at her reflection once more before putting on her black garb and returning to the real world.
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Few! That took ages! Anyway hope you liked it… It was the longest one yet and probably the most boring…but more action next chapter, I promise! All comments, flames, suggestions and reviews will be greatly accepted…
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