Sorry that it's taking so long for me to get these out! I've been really busy with schoolwork and choir lately that I have barely any time in which to write. This also may be the last chapter for a little while because I have two big biology tests in the next two weeks and then a biology exam after Easter. *sigh* Hope you enjoy! r&r
****READ THIS*****Ok, just to fill you in on what happened in the silmarillion (as it is important to the story), this is what I remember from reading the book long ago: There where the three most powerful and bright jewels that burned whoever touched them in (I think) the second age. The first dark lord (whom Sauron was just a servant to) had them on his crown, but a mortal man Beren came and pried them off of his crown (whilst the dark lord was under a sleeping spell) so that the elf king would let him marry Luthien Tinuviel. I'm not entirely sure what happened to the other two jewels, but I know that one was put at the helm of an elven boat that was going the Gray Havens. The stuff that I didn't know/couldn't remember I just made up. Sorry if that annoys anyone.
Chapter 7
Saruman smiled craftily at her. "Did you enjoy your stay?"
She raised an eyebrow. "That would be very hard as I was staying in a dungeon."
"You could go home you know, if you gave me what I wanted."
Rowen growled lightly under her breath. "And what would that be?"
Saruman gestured to her neck. "The stone."
Rowen unconsciously grasped her necklace. "It's just a simple stone, passed down throughout my family."
Saruman laughed, a cold, uncaring sound. "Just a simple stone? It most certainly is not. That, my dear, is a Silmaril."
Rowen choked. " A-A what? A Silmaril?"
Saruman smirked. "Don't tell me that you have never guessed what it was, lady. Although, your sex has likely blinded your vision to what is logical."
Rowen narrowed her eyes to slits. "What makes you think that this is, in fact, the legendary jewel? If you have forgotten they were all destroyed or lost in the fall of the second age. It's impossible that one of them could have survived!"
Saruman laughed. "Impossible you say? I highly doubt it. After the dark lord was defeated the three silmarils vanished. One was said to have perished in mount doom, one was lost in the depths of the western sea, and the other was taken by the elves to the Gray Havens. The jewel that you now wear was retrieved from the sea by your people at the beginning of the third age. Were your people not sea-faring folk before they came to live with the ents? They caught it in their nets and pulled it to their boat."
Rowen wasn't convinced. "If this is truly a silmaril, why could my mother, and why can I hold it without it burning?"
A shadow of a frown appeared on Saruman's face. "Elven magic no doubt." He didn't sound convinced with the answer though. "But no matter. I still want the jewel to give to his lordship."
Confusion flitted across Rowen's face."If you're all powerful and all-knowing, why don't you just take the jewel and be done with it?" A realization hit her. "You can't take it from me unless I give it to you, can you?" She clutched it in her hand. "I will never give it to you!"
Saruman's eyes contracted. "Guards!" he yelled. "Take her back to her cell!"
Rowen felt the orcs hand grab her once more as she was lifted up and brought out the room. They dragged her down the hallways again to the tower, and shoved her into the inky blackness again.
Was it bad? Was it good? Leave a contrabution in the little box please!
****READ THIS*****Ok, just to fill you in on what happened in the silmarillion (as it is important to the story), this is what I remember from reading the book long ago: There where the three most powerful and bright jewels that burned whoever touched them in (I think) the second age. The first dark lord (whom Sauron was just a servant to) had them on his crown, but a mortal man Beren came and pried them off of his crown (whilst the dark lord was under a sleeping spell) so that the elf king would let him marry Luthien Tinuviel. I'm not entirely sure what happened to the other two jewels, but I know that one was put at the helm of an elven boat that was going the Gray Havens. The stuff that I didn't know/couldn't remember I just made up. Sorry if that annoys anyone.
Chapter 7
Saruman smiled craftily at her. "Did you enjoy your stay?"
She raised an eyebrow. "That would be very hard as I was staying in a dungeon."
"You could go home you know, if you gave me what I wanted."
Rowen growled lightly under her breath. "And what would that be?"
Saruman gestured to her neck. "The stone."
Rowen unconsciously grasped her necklace. "It's just a simple stone, passed down throughout my family."
Saruman laughed, a cold, uncaring sound. "Just a simple stone? It most certainly is not. That, my dear, is a Silmaril."
Rowen choked. " A-A what? A Silmaril?"
Saruman smirked. "Don't tell me that you have never guessed what it was, lady. Although, your sex has likely blinded your vision to what is logical."
Rowen narrowed her eyes to slits. "What makes you think that this is, in fact, the legendary jewel? If you have forgotten they were all destroyed or lost in the fall of the second age. It's impossible that one of them could have survived!"
Saruman laughed. "Impossible you say? I highly doubt it. After the dark lord was defeated the three silmarils vanished. One was said to have perished in mount doom, one was lost in the depths of the western sea, and the other was taken by the elves to the Gray Havens. The jewel that you now wear was retrieved from the sea by your people at the beginning of the third age. Were your people not sea-faring folk before they came to live with the ents? They caught it in their nets and pulled it to their boat."
Rowen wasn't convinced. "If this is truly a silmaril, why could my mother, and why can I hold it without it burning?"
A shadow of a frown appeared on Saruman's face. "Elven magic no doubt." He didn't sound convinced with the answer though. "But no matter. I still want the jewel to give to his lordship."
Confusion flitted across Rowen's face."If you're all powerful and all-knowing, why don't you just take the jewel and be done with it?" A realization hit her. "You can't take it from me unless I give it to you, can you?" She clutched it in her hand. "I will never give it to you!"
Saruman's eyes contracted. "Guards!" he yelled. "Take her back to her cell!"
Rowen felt the orcs hand grab her once more as she was lifted up and brought out the room. They dragged her down the hallways again to the tower, and shoved her into the inky blackness again.
Was it bad? Was it good? Leave a contrabution in the little box please!