Alcalatawen sat on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, still in her
wedding dress. She bit down hard on her gag in order to hold back the
screams of rage brewing within her. She leaned back against the wall of her
prison, head held high. She prayed that her Dimcoire was alright. She
wished she were with him-to comfort him, to tell him it would be alright.
But then, she would be lying. It wasn't alright. Dimcoire was to be put to
death, and Eru knew what Nuinmellon would do to her. In order to distract
herself from her thoghts, she closd her eyes and clamped down as hard as
she could on her gag. The large wooden door to her cell swung open with a
creak, and in stepped Nuinmellon. Alcalatawen shot him a muderous glare,
and turned away from him.
"There is no need to be uncivil, Alcalatawen." He said casually. Alcaalatawen responded by ignoring him, and forcing herself to bite down harder on her gag. Nuinmellon strided over, and leaned in close.
"Look at me when I talk to you, Alcalatawen-I am your only hope." He hissed into her ear. With that he untied the gag, pulling it from her mouth.
"I do not need your help, fiend." She said, shifting away from him.
"I can make this all go away, you know."
"I don't care."
"I think you do."
"You think wrong."
"Don't you even want to know how to get rid of all this?"
"No."
"You're going to hear."
"I won't listen."
"Fine. Hear me out though-If you denounce Dimcoire, I'll release him."
"NO."
"Give it some thou-"
"NO! I would rather die."
"That can be arranged, you know." He said, his voice quavering dangerously.
"So be it." She hissed. "FINE. You will join your beloved on the block tomorrow!" Nuinmellon shouted, storming out of the cell, slamming the door behind him.
"There is no need to be uncivil, Alcalatawen." He said casually. Alcaalatawen responded by ignoring him, and forcing herself to bite down harder on her gag. Nuinmellon strided over, and leaned in close.
"Look at me when I talk to you, Alcalatawen-I am your only hope." He hissed into her ear. With that he untied the gag, pulling it from her mouth.
"I do not need your help, fiend." She said, shifting away from him.
"I can make this all go away, you know."
"I don't care."
"I think you do."
"You think wrong."
"Don't you even want to know how to get rid of all this?"
"No."
"You're going to hear."
"I won't listen."
"Fine. Hear me out though-If you denounce Dimcoire, I'll release him."
"NO."
"Give it some thou-"
"NO! I would rather die."
"That can be arranged, you know." He said, his voice quavering dangerously.
"So be it." She hissed. "FINE. You will join your beloved on the block tomorrow!" Nuinmellon shouted, storming out of the cell, slamming the door behind him.