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Celebrian, Wife of Elrond, and the Heir of Sauron

Fireweilder

Suddenly, Celebrian felt her wrist go free. Falling forward, an unbearable pain surged itself up her leg, forcing itself into her head and making her scream shrilly from the incredible pain. The Orc who had freed her hands was standing beside her fallen body laughing along with his companions at the helpless elf before his feet. Although he had freed Celebrian hands from the jagged wall, he had left her ankles chained a foot above the ground, letting the weight of her body cause her ankles to shatter.

The flesh around her foot tore open, spilling the purest red from her open wound. The Orc kneeled beside her would and madly slashed the cruel ropes that bound her to the wall, succeeding in nearly detaching her left foot from her being.

Celebrian's body laid crumpled on the dark, rough cave floor, beside herself with pain, horror and grief. For hours she was allowed to lie on the floor, swimming in her own blood. The blood from the floor now completely covered her face and crusted over all her openings. She could no longer see, speak or smell anything but her blood. She stopped her ears from hearing. She had heard enough in those caves to last her the rest of her life, immortal or not.

She had heard the countless cries of her guards, echoing from the walls and cracks. Wails started to pierce her mind and haunted her till her last days. She heard the voice of one, a friend of hers from an age long gone by, screaming for hours with no breath in between. Finally, a great strike was sounded and his voice was forever lost, another soul for Mandos to take.

This she dwelled on, while the unseen pain clouded her mind, through the mud and blood. The horrible sent of everything in the cave overwhelmed her, stabbing her, slashing open new wounds. She could feel a great darkness closing in around her. She saw a light, a strange light.

But what light it was she never knew. Some say that it was the face of Manwe, lover of the elves. Or perhaps it was the light of Laurelin and Telperion, intertwined, as they were when the world was new. Or…perhaps madness had taken her and she saw her mother's face, now dissolved into a sad memory.

But Celebrian never told what it was she saw. The Orcs shook her up from her bloody grave, setting her upon her broken feet. She cried s she was forced to apply pressure on her tender bones, already splintered like wood. She fell back into her pool, hitting her had hard against the floor. Praying to Elbereth that she would now be left for dead, she started to fall into her death. But not even Orcs would allow the Elf mistress a quick death. No, they had been ordered to bring her to a much worse fate then she could have ever perceived.

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They took Celebrian by the roots of her hair and, half-dragging, half carried her down the deep caves of the Misty Mountains. Celebrian's sight was now starting to fail her, the darkness affecting her once keen eyes. She notices that the darkness was growing greater and the air was pushing un-welcoming against her. Soon they were so deep that she started gasping for each breath. Even the Orc that held her seemed to be having troubles with the pressure.

Suddenly, he collapsed against the floor, landing on top of Celebrian's body. Luckily, Celebrian was quick enough to miss hitting her head painfully against the floor. The Orc was not so lucky.

As she struggled to her feet under the weight of the Orc, Celebrian realized how different the cavern they had entered was different from the other chambers of the Orc caves. A fearful presence filled her heart and the unpleasant idea that she was being watched consumed her mind. Hastily, she started back to where she had been dragged in. Her foot hit loudly against the armor of her dead kidnapper. Armor was that was left of him now. His body now was only black ashes that were swept away by an unfelt wind.

Celebrian suddenly was lifted from the ground and slammed into the wall, which had only shortly before been a door. A force kept her head bent, looking down at the Orc's armor. She felt a shadow pass her head, her cheek. She shuddered not only from its coldness but also from the coldness that was being felt by her heart.

But the shadow did more then that, for the shadow was more then that.

He raised her head with one slender finger, his eyes boring into her clear blue ones. She gasped then began to scream and sob bitterly. She slashed with every dying strength. She would not be taken. Never.

But the Dark Lord could wait. He had waited many years already. He could wait longer for the she- elf to lose all the strength she had ever had, leaving her weaker then the ghosts of men. He could wait for his chance at immortality, his heir raising his throne of the land after him. And after him, and after him, so his reign would last forever.

And what he did…

The elves never knew. Celebrian dared never to speak of her entrapment in the Orc cave. Never told of what happened when the eyes of the Dark Lord met hers. Never told how he took her then, when all strength had gone in vain attempts of defiance. Never told how she was responsible for the death of every person in middle earth.

Never told how in the darkness of the Orc caves, she and the Dark Lord created an heir of terror and darkness, more dangerous then the Orcs of Morgoth or the eagles of Manwe.

She gave birth to Sauron, the end of Middle Earth.