A/N: You have no idea how much trouble I had writing the first part of this chapter! I had a complete blank! Luckily the characters were very cooperative (for once). And before I start the chapter, I just want to say to all you who thought I'd killed Erestor, you don't know me very well. ;o) You don't have to fear for Erestor, but you should be fearing for someone.... You better bring your tissues to this one folks, it's not gonna be happy....
Chapter 39: Decisions of a Sunstar
Aria rushed back and forth between the sick rooms, lending her aid wherever it was needed. I can't believe how many wounded there are! she thought as she bandaged one soldier. I hope Galareal is alright.
"More wounded!" someone called.
"Won't this ever stop?" Aria groaned, going to see the newest causalities.
As she entered the front hall, she was shocked to see Galareal there. His fair face was streaked with soot and blood, and he was carrying a young boy.
"Galareal! Are you alright?" Aria asked, rushing over.
"I'm fine, but he isn't," Galareal said, nodding at the boy in his arms. Aria looked at the boy, then gasped.
"Halbid! What happened to him?"
"He got in arrow through his arm and passed out, I think he'll live though," Galareal explained, handing Halbid off to one of the healers. "I have good news though."
"Good, I could use some," Aria said, walking around to the other wounded.
"The Sunstar has come," Galareal said, trying to suppress a smile.
Aria's eyes widened. "Elwing's here! Well, it's about time! Where is she?"
"Where do you think?" Galareal laughed. "Right in the thick of things. But she won't be there much longer, the battle is nearly over."
"Ahh, you certainly are the bearer of good news!" Aria grinned. "Why don't you stay and help me? As soon as the battle is over we'll go down and look for her."
"Sounds good," Galareal smiled.
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"Falagorn, have you seen Erestor?" Elwing asked, her voice quivering slightly.
The Elf frowned and glanced out at the battlefield. "I have not seen him for a long time. Where is Spruce? He'll be with Erestor."
"I think I saw Spruce with the wounded," Draug volunteered.
Elwing quickly found Spruce, who was sporting a nasty cut on his leg and a lump on his head. "What happened to him?" Elwing asked the Elf who was tending him.
"We are not sure," the Elf replied. "When we found him he was unconscious. It seems some one knocked him out."
"Spruce, where is Erestor?" Elwing asked anxiously. Spruce whined and dropped his gaze. "Spruce, where is Erestor?" Elwing asked again, unable to take the fear out of her voice. The poor wolf whined and shrugged his shoulders, then looked up at the sky. Elwing's eyes widened. "Nazgûl." Spruce nodded.
"Elwing, are you alright?" Draug asked anxiously.
Elwing did not respond, instead she sat shaking, her face whiter than the moon. "No, it can't be."
Draug frowned and cocked his head. "What can't be?"
Elwing ignored Draug and leaped to her feet, calling for Alagos. Before the horse came to her, Aria and Galareal rushed to her side.
"Elwing!" Aria cried, a smile on her face as she hugged her friend.
Elwing stared at her in shock. "Aria? How did you get here?"
"Galareal and I came with Faramir," she said, slightly breathless. She stepped back and studied her friend's face, then became very serious. "What has happened?"
"I can't find Erestor, and I think the Nazgûl have taken him," Elwing said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Horror and shock swept over Aria's face. "Oh Elwing, I'm so sorry," she murmured.
Elwing bowed her head, a single tear running down her cheek. Suddenly she looked up, her eyes cold and hard. "I won't believe it. He can't have been captured. I'm going to look for him."
"I'm coming too," Aria said quickly.
Elwing shook her head. "No Aria, you should go tend to the wounded."
"Erestor is my friend too, I'm coming with you," Aria said firmly.
Elwing studied her face, then sighed in defeat. "Alright, let's go."
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"Elwing, we have searched the whole field, he's not here," Aria said for the tenth time, leaning against Galareal tiredly.
"No, he has to be here," Elwing said, looking about her.
"Aria's right, he's not here," Galareal said gently. "They've taken him."
Elwing did not reply, but looked towards the pillars of Osgiliath, scarcely a hundred feet from where she stood. Suddenly an Orc stepped out of the shadow of the pillars, a sneer on his face.
"Lose something Sunstar?" he taunted.
Elwing's eyes narrowed angrily. "Where is he?" she growled.
"Oh, right about now I suppose your friend is being given the grand tour of Barad-Dûr's torture chamber," the Orc laughed.
A look of despair passed briefly over Elwing's face, only to be replaced with fury. Before the Orc knew what had happened, Elwing was upon him, beating the Orc mercilessly.
"You filthy scum! You'll pay!" Elwing shrieked.
Recovering from their shock, Galareal and Draug rushed forward. "Elwing! Be careful!" they warned.
But there was no need. The Orc lay dead at Elwing's feet, and she stumbled back in a daze. She would have fallen if Galareal had not caught her.
"Elwing, what were you thinking?" Draug chided. "That could have been a trap!"
"It doesn't matter now," she said dismally. "They've got him, I'm next."
Draug's eyes widened. "Milady, you can't be serious."
Elwing lifted her eyes and met the wolf's gaze. "Why do you think they captured him instead of killing him? Sauron is no fool, he will use him against me."
Draug bowed his head. "Very well, milady. Will you stay here then?"
"I see no need to go elsewhere," Elwing said sullenly. "It would be a waste of energy."
Draug watched her for a moment, then turned away. "Come Galareal, Aria. We should be heading back now."
Aria and Galareal turned to the wolf, confused. "We can't just leave Elwing here!" Galareal objected. "More Orcs will be coming!"
"That's the idea," Draug said quietly.
Galareal's eyes widened. "You mean..." Draug nodded.
Aria looked back and forth between wolf and Elf. "You mean what? What's going on? Are we leaving Elwing? Why?"
Galareal took Aria's arm and began leading her away. "I'll explain on the way back."
Aria and Galareal disappeared into the gloom, and Draug paused and looked back at Elwing once before following them.
Elwing was alone, even Alagos had left. Unable to hold back any longer, Elwing began to sob, tears pouring down her cheeks. She lay down on the grass, her body racked by sobs as she gave vent to her fear and sadness.
She did not know how long she had lain there, when her sobs were interrupted by cruel laughter. She sat up swiftly and saw that she was surrounded by a score of Orcs.
"Well, well, the mighty Sunstar blubbering like a child," they laughed. "Just went until He gets you, you'll cry then!"
They reached out to grab her, and Elwing shrank back, but did not fight. She knew it was useless. Suddenly an Orc cried out and fell, then another. In an instant Hell was unleashed, and in another instant peace returned and the Orc patrol was dead.
Draug stepped out of the shadows, followed by his pack. "Get up," he ordered.
"Huh?" Elwing said, confused.
"Get up and stop being so pathetic," Draug said sternly.
Elwing's eyes widened. "What did you say?"
"I can understand you being upset, but lying around and doing nothing isn't helping Erestor," Draug said matter-of-factly. "You are going to your Fate, and there is nothing I can do to protect you. However, I will not have you going like a whimpering coward! You have never acted like this, why start now? The least you can do is die being brave."
Elwing sat staring, opened mouthed. "I can't believe you just said that," she said in shock, "but I needed to hear it. My giving up won't help Erestor. But how can I help him?"
Draug grinned. "I thought you would never ask. I have a plan, but first..." Draug nodded, and two wolves came forward and dropped a pack beside Elwing.
"What's this?" she asked curiously.
"You'll see," Draug grinned. "Now for my plan..."
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"What do you mean the patrol has not returned? They were supposed to capture the Sunstar and return through the mountain pass, they should have arrived by now."
"I know milord, but they haven't come back," the Orc said, shaking slightly. The Black Lieutenant had a notoriously bad temper.
"Do you have any idea what's keeping them?" the Lieutenant asked angrily.
The Orc guard was saved from answering, for just then shouts of surprise and alarm rang from the courtyard. Pushing past the guard, the Lieutenant rushed outside. There, just outside the doors of the Black Tower sat a girl upon a coal black horse. The girl was dressed all in black and bore no weapon.
"I'm here to see Sauron, know where I can find him?" the girl asked nonchalantly.
The Lieutenant eyed the girl skeptically. "And who are you?"
"Elwing Aurlach Anorgil, but most people call me the Sunstar," the girl replied smugly.
The Lieutenant stared at her in shock. "You are the Sunstar? Where are the guards?"
"I believe they are in the bellies of Wargs right now," she grinned.
"You came on your own?" the Lieutenant asked slowly.
"It would appear that way, wouldn't it?" Not waiting for an answer, Elwing leapt from Alagos' back. "Now, will you take me to see Sauron?"
The Orcs are right, she really is crazy, the Lieutenant thought. "Follow me."
When they got to the door, Elwing paused. "I'm leaving my horse here, and you better warn your Orcs that if they so much as look at my horse they'll be roasted alive." The Orcs quickly turned away. Elwing sneered. "Good."
The Lieutenant took Elwing into the tower and along many corridors before stopping outside large, black, double doors. "Wait here," he said, then entered the room beyond the doors.
Elwing went and looked out of a small window. Through the thin slit she could see the Western mountains, and past them she knew lay Gondor and Minas Tirith. I sure hope your plan works, Draug, Elwing thought fervently.
The doors opened, and the Lieutenant motioned Elwing inside. Taking a deep breath, the Sunstar entered the throne room.
Nothing could have prepared her for the overwhelming sense of evil that pervaded the room, or for the sight of Sauron, spirit though he be. On a black throne sat a black shape, more shadow than solid form. When he spoke it felt as if someone had poured freezing water over Elwing's head.
"Well, well, the last of the Sunstars. We meet at last," Sauron said, his voice calm and charming.
"The pleasure is all yours," Elwing said dryly.
Sauron chuckled. "We shall see. My Lieutenant tells me you came on your own. Is that true?"
"It is true," Elwing replied calmly.
"Why?"
"I came to strike a deal." Oh boy, here we go...
"A deal? What sort of deal?" Sauron asked, not bothering to hide his curiosity.
"You have something want, I have something you want."
"Continue..."
Elwing took a deep breath. "You captured a boy yesterday, his name is Erestor. Release him, and I will agree to serve you."
Sauron tried to cover his shock. "You mean that if I release this boy, you will join me? Do whatever I wish?"
Elwing clenched her jaw and nodded. "Do we have a deal?"
Sauron sat musing. "I have not been made an offer this good in many a decade. But are you sure you want to make this deal?"
"I am sure."
"Very well. Guards."
The doors opened and two Orcs entered, bearing something between them. It was Erestor, covered with wounds and blood. He looked barely conscious, and Elwing was sure a few ribs were broken.
"This is what you would trade yourself for?" Sauron said, his contempt clear.
Erestor looked up and saw Elwing. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, but no words came out. Elwing looked into his eyes steadily, her own eyes sad yet resolved.
"Release him, Sauron, and I will serve you."
"Elwing, no!" Erestor cried, finding his voice at last. "Elwing you can't do that!"
"I can and I am," Elwing said calmly.
"But why?"
Elwing did not reply, but merely looked at him. And then Erestor knew why. She loved him. She had always loved him and he knew it, he had just chosen not to see it. Overcome with shock, Erestor could not speak.
"What assurance do I have that you will not rebel once he is safely away?" Sauron asked.
Elwing turned to him. "I give you my word, and I do not break my word; release him, and I will serve you."
Sauron gazed at her for a moment, then nodded to the guards. "Take him downstairs and put him on the black horse waiting there. Give orders that none are to harm him."
The guards grabbed Erestor and began dragging him out. "Elwing! Please don't do this! Elwing!"
The doors slammed, cutting off Erestor's cries.
Sauron's laughter filled the room. "At long last, I have the Sunstar!"
End Chapter 39
Ack! Another cliffhanger! What has Elwing done?! Is she really going to serve Sauron? And will Sauron keep his word and let Erestor escape safely? So many questions! And the next chapter has the answers. **grin** My, I'm getting cruel, aren't I? Don't worry folks, I'll type up the next chapter ASAP. Until then... **brings out plate of cookies** Review and tell me what you think! =o) Oh, and don't think that this was it for the sadness, the next chapter is worse! But I will say no more. Thank you for reading!
Chapter 39: Decisions of a Sunstar
Aria rushed back and forth between the sick rooms, lending her aid wherever it was needed. I can't believe how many wounded there are! she thought as she bandaged one soldier. I hope Galareal is alright.
"More wounded!" someone called.
"Won't this ever stop?" Aria groaned, going to see the newest causalities.
As she entered the front hall, she was shocked to see Galareal there. His fair face was streaked with soot and blood, and he was carrying a young boy.
"Galareal! Are you alright?" Aria asked, rushing over.
"I'm fine, but he isn't," Galareal said, nodding at the boy in his arms. Aria looked at the boy, then gasped.
"Halbid! What happened to him?"
"He got in arrow through his arm and passed out, I think he'll live though," Galareal explained, handing Halbid off to one of the healers. "I have good news though."
"Good, I could use some," Aria said, walking around to the other wounded.
"The Sunstar has come," Galareal said, trying to suppress a smile.
Aria's eyes widened. "Elwing's here! Well, it's about time! Where is she?"
"Where do you think?" Galareal laughed. "Right in the thick of things. But she won't be there much longer, the battle is nearly over."
"Ahh, you certainly are the bearer of good news!" Aria grinned. "Why don't you stay and help me? As soon as the battle is over we'll go down and look for her."
"Sounds good," Galareal smiled.
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"Falagorn, have you seen Erestor?" Elwing asked, her voice quivering slightly.
The Elf frowned and glanced out at the battlefield. "I have not seen him for a long time. Where is Spruce? He'll be with Erestor."
"I think I saw Spruce with the wounded," Draug volunteered.
Elwing quickly found Spruce, who was sporting a nasty cut on his leg and a lump on his head. "What happened to him?" Elwing asked the Elf who was tending him.
"We are not sure," the Elf replied. "When we found him he was unconscious. It seems some one knocked him out."
"Spruce, where is Erestor?" Elwing asked anxiously. Spruce whined and dropped his gaze. "Spruce, where is Erestor?" Elwing asked again, unable to take the fear out of her voice. The poor wolf whined and shrugged his shoulders, then looked up at the sky. Elwing's eyes widened. "Nazgûl." Spruce nodded.
"Elwing, are you alright?" Draug asked anxiously.
Elwing did not respond, instead she sat shaking, her face whiter than the moon. "No, it can't be."
Draug frowned and cocked his head. "What can't be?"
Elwing ignored Draug and leaped to her feet, calling for Alagos. Before the horse came to her, Aria and Galareal rushed to her side.
"Elwing!" Aria cried, a smile on her face as she hugged her friend.
Elwing stared at her in shock. "Aria? How did you get here?"
"Galareal and I came with Faramir," she said, slightly breathless. She stepped back and studied her friend's face, then became very serious. "What has happened?"
"I can't find Erestor, and I think the Nazgûl have taken him," Elwing said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Horror and shock swept over Aria's face. "Oh Elwing, I'm so sorry," she murmured.
Elwing bowed her head, a single tear running down her cheek. Suddenly she looked up, her eyes cold and hard. "I won't believe it. He can't have been captured. I'm going to look for him."
"I'm coming too," Aria said quickly.
Elwing shook her head. "No Aria, you should go tend to the wounded."
"Erestor is my friend too, I'm coming with you," Aria said firmly.
Elwing studied her face, then sighed in defeat. "Alright, let's go."
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"Elwing, we have searched the whole field, he's not here," Aria said for the tenth time, leaning against Galareal tiredly.
"No, he has to be here," Elwing said, looking about her.
"Aria's right, he's not here," Galareal said gently. "They've taken him."
Elwing did not reply, but looked towards the pillars of Osgiliath, scarcely a hundred feet from where she stood. Suddenly an Orc stepped out of the shadow of the pillars, a sneer on his face.
"Lose something Sunstar?" he taunted.
Elwing's eyes narrowed angrily. "Where is he?" she growled.
"Oh, right about now I suppose your friend is being given the grand tour of Barad-Dûr's torture chamber," the Orc laughed.
A look of despair passed briefly over Elwing's face, only to be replaced with fury. Before the Orc knew what had happened, Elwing was upon him, beating the Orc mercilessly.
"You filthy scum! You'll pay!" Elwing shrieked.
Recovering from their shock, Galareal and Draug rushed forward. "Elwing! Be careful!" they warned.
But there was no need. The Orc lay dead at Elwing's feet, and she stumbled back in a daze. She would have fallen if Galareal had not caught her.
"Elwing, what were you thinking?" Draug chided. "That could have been a trap!"
"It doesn't matter now," she said dismally. "They've got him, I'm next."
Draug's eyes widened. "Milady, you can't be serious."
Elwing lifted her eyes and met the wolf's gaze. "Why do you think they captured him instead of killing him? Sauron is no fool, he will use him against me."
Draug bowed his head. "Very well, milady. Will you stay here then?"
"I see no need to go elsewhere," Elwing said sullenly. "It would be a waste of energy."
Draug watched her for a moment, then turned away. "Come Galareal, Aria. We should be heading back now."
Aria and Galareal turned to the wolf, confused. "We can't just leave Elwing here!" Galareal objected. "More Orcs will be coming!"
"That's the idea," Draug said quietly.
Galareal's eyes widened. "You mean..." Draug nodded.
Aria looked back and forth between wolf and Elf. "You mean what? What's going on? Are we leaving Elwing? Why?"
Galareal took Aria's arm and began leading her away. "I'll explain on the way back."
Aria and Galareal disappeared into the gloom, and Draug paused and looked back at Elwing once before following them.
Elwing was alone, even Alagos had left. Unable to hold back any longer, Elwing began to sob, tears pouring down her cheeks. She lay down on the grass, her body racked by sobs as she gave vent to her fear and sadness.
She did not know how long she had lain there, when her sobs were interrupted by cruel laughter. She sat up swiftly and saw that she was surrounded by a score of Orcs.
"Well, well, the mighty Sunstar blubbering like a child," they laughed. "Just went until He gets you, you'll cry then!"
They reached out to grab her, and Elwing shrank back, but did not fight. She knew it was useless. Suddenly an Orc cried out and fell, then another. In an instant Hell was unleashed, and in another instant peace returned and the Orc patrol was dead.
Draug stepped out of the shadows, followed by his pack. "Get up," he ordered.
"Huh?" Elwing said, confused.
"Get up and stop being so pathetic," Draug said sternly.
Elwing's eyes widened. "What did you say?"
"I can understand you being upset, but lying around and doing nothing isn't helping Erestor," Draug said matter-of-factly. "You are going to your Fate, and there is nothing I can do to protect you. However, I will not have you going like a whimpering coward! You have never acted like this, why start now? The least you can do is die being brave."
Elwing sat staring, opened mouthed. "I can't believe you just said that," she said in shock, "but I needed to hear it. My giving up won't help Erestor. But how can I help him?"
Draug grinned. "I thought you would never ask. I have a plan, but first..." Draug nodded, and two wolves came forward and dropped a pack beside Elwing.
"What's this?" she asked curiously.
"You'll see," Draug grinned. "Now for my plan..."
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"What do you mean the patrol has not returned? They were supposed to capture the Sunstar and return through the mountain pass, they should have arrived by now."
"I know milord, but they haven't come back," the Orc said, shaking slightly. The Black Lieutenant had a notoriously bad temper.
"Do you have any idea what's keeping them?" the Lieutenant asked angrily.
The Orc guard was saved from answering, for just then shouts of surprise and alarm rang from the courtyard. Pushing past the guard, the Lieutenant rushed outside. There, just outside the doors of the Black Tower sat a girl upon a coal black horse. The girl was dressed all in black and bore no weapon.
"I'm here to see Sauron, know where I can find him?" the girl asked nonchalantly.
The Lieutenant eyed the girl skeptically. "And who are you?"
"Elwing Aurlach Anorgil, but most people call me the Sunstar," the girl replied smugly.
The Lieutenant stared at her in shock. "You are the Sunstar? Where are the guards?"
"I believe they are in the bellies of Wargs right now," she grinned.
"You came on your own?" the Lieutenant asked slowly.
"It would appear that way, wouldn't it?" Not waiting for an answer, Elwing leapt from Alagos' back. "Now, will you take me to see Sauron?"
The Orcs are right, she really is crazy, the Lieutenant thought. "Follow me."
When they got to the door, Elwing paused. "I'm leaving my horse here, and you better warn your Orcs that if they so much as look at my horse they'll be roasted alive." The Orcs quickly turned away. Elwing sneered. "Good."
The Lieutenant took Elwing into the tower and along many corridors before stopping outside large, black, double doors. "Wait here," he said, then entered the room beyond the doors.
Elwing went and looked out of a small window. Through the thin slit she could see the Western mountains, and past them she knew lay Gondor and Minas Tirith. I sure hope your plan works, Draug, Elwing thought fervently.
The doors opened, and the Lieutenant motioned Elwing inside. Taking a deep breath, the Sunstar entered the throne room.
Nothing could have prepared her for the overwhelming sense of evil that pervaded the room, or for the sight of Sauron, spirit though he be. On a black throne sat a black shape, more shadow than solid form. When he spoke it felt as if someone had poured freezing water over Elwing's head.
"Well, well, the last of the Sunstars. We meet at last," Sauron said, his voice calm and charming.
"The pleasure is all yours," Elwing said dryly.
Sauron chuckled. "We shall see. My Lieutenant tells me you came on your own. Is that true?"
"It is true," Elwing replied calmly.
"Why?"
"I came to strike a deal." Oh boy, here we go...
"A deal? What sort of deal?" Sauron asked, not bothering to hide his curiosity.
"You have something want, I have something you want."
"Continue..."
Elwing took a deep breath. "You captured a boy yesterday, his name is Erestor. Release him, and I will agree to serve you."
Sauron tried to cover his shock. "You mean that if I release this boy, you will join me? Do whatever I wish?"
Elwing clenched her jaw and nodded. "Do we have a deal?"
Sauron sat musing. "I have not been made an offer this good in many a decade. But are you sure you want to make this deal?"
"I am sure."
"Very well. Guards."
The doors opened and two Orcs entered, bearing something between them. It was Erestor, covered with wounds and blood. He looked barely conscious, and Elwing was sure a few ribs were broken.
"This is what you would trade yourself for?" Sauron said, his contempt clear.
Erestor looked up and saw Elwing. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, but no words came out. Elwing looked into his eyes steadily, her own eyes sad yet resolved.
"Release him, Sauron, and I will serve you."
"Elwing, no!" Erestor cried, finding his voice at last. "Elwing you can't do that!"
"I can and I am," Elwing said calmly.
"But why?"
Elwing did not reply, but merely looked at him. And then Erestor knew why. She loved him. She had always loved him and he knew it, he had just chosen not to see it. Overcome with shock, Erestor could not speak.
"What assurance do I have that you will not rebel once he is safely away?" Sauron asked.
Elwing turned to him. "I give you my word, and I do not break my word; release him, and I will serve you."
Sauron gazed at her for a moment, then nodded to the guards. "Take him downstairs and put him on the black horse waiting there. Give orders that none are to harm him."
The guards grabbed Erestor and began dragging him out. "Elwing! Please don't do this! Elwing!"
The doors slammed, cutting off Erestor's cries.
Sauron's laughter filled the room. "At long last, I have the Sunstar!"
End Chapter 39
Ack! Another cliffhanger! What has Elwing done?! Is she really going to serve Sauron? And will Sauron keep his word and let Erestor escape safely? So many questions! And the next chapter has the answers. **grin** My, I'm getting cruel, aren't I? Don't worry folks, I'll type up the next chapter ASAP. Until then... **brings out plate of cookies** Review and tell me what you think! =o) Oh, and don't think that this was it for the sadness, the next chapter is worse! But I will say no more. Thank you for reading!
