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Celebrian, Wife to Elrond, and the Heir of Sauron

Fireweilder

The dim lights that shone through Celebrian's eyelids was not a greeting sign for her consciousness. It taunted her, whispering for sleep to take her over once more. But the putrid smell of blood, sweat and ash stung her nose and struck her mind. Her hearing picked up distant gurgles, if such they were, since it was uncouth to listen to and san of great discord. He also noticed with odd sensation that she stood a foot above the ground, hands and ankles firmly chained to the wall.

Then the feelings in her limbs returned, realizing the sharp jagged rocks of the wall's surface and cut themselves deeply into her back and shoulder blades. Warm blood was gushing from her forehead and mixed with the blood from her back, sliding down her legs and forming ominous pools at her feet.

She now found that not even her eyes would obey her will for she could not muster the strength the open them. But she soon felt the blood flowing from her cut forehead and crusting over her eyelids. It took most of her strength to open them into catlike slits, but it would have been better to follow the sleep.

The site that met her was fearful even to the stout elf maiden. Three great shapes loomed over a newly burning fire, each pawing at each other and at the articles spread about the cave. The burning of some foul meat made her eyes sink back into darkness and her throat constrict with sickness. But the smell swayed in front of her face, not moving but ever pushing up her nose. Forcing the sense out of her mind she once more forced her slits to break through the newly crested blood.

The argument had now been settled between the shapes and each was grasping a great bundle at their feet. But they now turned to the foul meat they had been burning. One of the shapes caught sight of Celebrian hanging behind one of his companions and growled something to the others. They too turned to look at Celebrian and all let out a howl of laughter as the first rose to his feet, his meat in one had and a flaming brand in the other.

As he neared her, Celebrian could finally recognize the features of the being. He was an Orc of higher rank, judging by the way he ruled. Approaching the elf, he thrusted the brand close to Celebrian's chest, scorching what little cloth had remained. He thrust the meat to her mouth, but only touching her tightly clenched lips. He held it there, making sure the elf would breath the horrid fumes it belched. When the time came when Celebrian could not stand her lack of air any longer, she separated her lips in the slightest to embrace the oxygen. But the Orc had been watchful. The moment her lips parted, he pushed the meat violently in to her mouth, nearly choking her. Celebrian felt chunks of meat fall into her mouth and down her throat with no possibility of stopping the retched thing from slipping down her throat.

Satisfied, the Orc grinned evilly and sulked back to his place at the fire among the great laughter of his companions. Celebrian, though disgusted at the taste in her mouth from the meat, was quick enough to catch sight of the bundles that lay near the fire. On the top of one bundle she saw a flash of silver. Looking closer, Celebrian saw to her horror that it was a pin she had seen maybe times. The pin was that of the high elves, the two trees of light intertwined as one. The pin of the Rivendell guard leader. Long had Nirthen wore such pin…

But no more, Celebrian cried bitterly against the hopelessness of her situation. The son of the ill-fated one is free. The ill fated to the ill fated protect.

Then, the horrors of what had happened became a realization. The meat…the meat was not that of a beast. No, it was the meat of a victim. The Orcs can care for any meat weather it be beast, man…

Or that of elves.