CHAPTER 16
THE CAVE
Arwen and her captors traveled for two more days; they didn't stop so she never changed position; all that time she was lying on top of the wolf, firmly tied to the beast; and so, her body was sore and she hadn't had anything to eat. Every once in while the cloaked creature would put some water in her mouth but she refused to drink it since it was dirty, and so her throat was dry and her lips were chapped to the point of bleeding;
She barely looked at the landscape around them as they walked, all she knew was that it was dry, deserted and far, so far away from everything she loved in the world.
Her captors were silent during most of the journey until the afternoon of that particular day. After spending the whole day riding trough spiky bushes in the dry and rocky terrain the silence was finally broken and she woke up from her slumber to the sound of the Uruk Hai's horrid shouts and cries of joy. She didn't know why, but they seemed to be very happy about something, and her heart shrunk for she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good for her.
From her position she couldn't see the strange mountain standing ahead of them. It was a treeless, steep peak arising in the middle of the plain; nothing grew or dwelled around it; only black, foul crebain birds nestled in the midst of the rocks and irregularities of the gloomy peak. It was until they got to the base of it that she noticed the dark shadow of it as it stood in front of the pale sun.
Then, darkness engulfed them as they entered a cave that was dug deep into the core of the rock. Arwen began stirring and shaking from fear, for she was entering the very lair of evil, and she could feel its strong presence all around her. She heard her captor laughing in delight as he felt her fear. He spoke to her.
"Now it is time for you to meet the very heart of fear Evenstar. My original plans may have not succeeded as I wished, but it is all worthy now that I can feel all your despair "
It was then that all hope abandoned her mind and soul; she resigned to her doom and didn't say a word as she and her scoffer advanced deeper into the cave. Elves could never cope with caves and this time it was no different. The darkness around her seemed to filter into her mind and filled her with horrid and terrifying images and thoughts. The air inside the cave was heavy and thick and it had the distinctive smell of death. Her head felt as if spinning and a strong metallic taste filled her mouth as the urge to vomit reached her; she felt a brief sensation of relief as she vomited, but it was too brief for at that moment the ropes that held her to the wolf were cut and she was tossed to the ground of the cave. It was pitch black all around her; the ground on which she fell was humid and sticky. She sat up blinking repeatedly, trying to distinguish the surroundings but she couldn't even see her hand as she waved it in front off her face, inches away from her eyes. Then a reddish light filled the space all around her as a couple of torches were lit in the walls of the cave.
She found herself in the middle of a large, circular chamber, which was dug on the solid rock of the core of the mountain. The place was filthy and filled with all kinds of weapons. On the back of the chamber, opposite to the entrance there was a throne made out of stone, and above the throne there were writings carved on the rock wall. She recognized the language as the one of Mordor, and they were all curses and blasphemies against Eru, the Valar and specially the sons of Ilúvatar, men and elves.
The cloaked figure walked up to the throne and sat on it. Arwen noticed that there were only two Uruk Hai left with them and she assumed that the rest of them stayed in the entrance of the cave. She was thinking of what was to happen to her when the cloaked figure talked to her.
"Arwen, look at me! It is time for you to know who I am".
Suddenly touched by newly courage she stood up and faced her foe, ready for whatever was to come. He lifted up the black hood and uncovered his face. Arwen could not believe her eyes, for he was an elf from the line of the Sylvan. His eyes were black and so was his hair, long and black. But his face was pale and ashen; he looked as if sick. She noticed that he was painfully thin, only bones and skin could be seen under his cloak. But his expression and the look in his eyes told her that this wasn't just and elf, and that there was something greater behind and inside him.
She stepped closer to him and feeling more pity than fear she asked.
"Who are you? What has befallen you?"
"The elf you see in front of you was once named Eandiril and he fought at the battle of the last alliance in the company lead by your father Elrond Peredhil. But he has been death for a long time now and his body and soul belong to me."
Arwen could not understand. How could this elf be death if he was talking to her? And why did he talk like he was someone else? She stared at him bewildered and confused and it was then that he stood up and walked closer to her.
"You don't understand, do you? You don't know yet whom you are talking to? Let me clear out your doubts."
He stood up proudly and it was terrible to look at him, for he seemed to grow in majesty and power as he began his speech, a speech that would terrify the very soul of the bravest warrior to the point of death.
"I am the ruin of both men and elves, the abhorred, the scourge of Middle Earth; from the race of the Ainur; once Maiar of Aule, once servant of Morgoth, now servant of my own will. Called Annatar, Gorthaur, The Black Hand, The Dark Lord, The Dark Power, The Lord of the Rings, The Red Eye, Lord of Mordor… SAURON!!! Who came back from defeat and complete annihilation to get revenge from Iluvatar's sons!"
Arwen fell to the ground, she couldn't believe his words and at the same time she knew it was the truth, Sauron was back. He kept talking.
"When the siege of Mordor was taking place, during the battle of the Last Alliance I was almost defeated. But you, defenders of Middle Earth underestimated my wisdom and powers. I saw and understood my weakness and so I took preventive measures; I ordered my soldiers to capture one elf alive and bring him to my presence. Eandiril here found his doom when he ventured alone and away from his company, they did not hear his cries for help and no one came to his aid. My soldiers seized him and took him to me without anyone knowing. His story was never told and his companions thought he had been killed in battle, little they knew that he was to be my security and my hidden backup."
He began pacing back and forth in front of Arwen, all the majesty from the previous speech was gone and now he just seemed to be very pleased while he told Arwen the entire story.
"I locked him in Mordor's deepest and darkest dungeon and kept him there for the following centuries; little by little I poisoned his mind and heart, taking control over his desires and emotions. By the time of the War of the Ring he was completely under my will. When The Ring was destroyed and Mordor came down I continued to live thru him. I escaped thru the eastern side of the Iron Mountains and came to dwell here. Since that day I have been planning my revenge, gathering armies and launching attacks against Middle Earth biggest stronghold, Gondor. I would have succeeded if it wasn't for that damn wood elf."
Arwen lifted up her face. "Legolas".
"Yes, Legolas. He ruined all my plans with his heroic deeds. And I blame you for it Arwen Undomiel, for if it wasn't for you he would have sailed to Valinor long ago. You kept him here and now, since my retribution was ruined, I shall pour my wrath on you. You alone shall face the revenge I intended to pour down on all the creatures of Middle Earth!"
Arwen looked at him with defying eyes and talked back to him with enraged voice.
"You! You are the one who has been poisoning his mind; you are the one who has been perverting everything around him. You want him for yourself, you covet his strength. But you fear him, I know you fear him."
"Nonsense! I am the giver of all fear, I certainly do not fear a common elf!!"
"He is not a common elf, he is your doom and you know it!"
"Oh no! He is not my doom, he will be my victory; he will be mine eventually and when that happens then my revenge will be unstoppable. I will conquer Middle Earth and my destiny will finally be fulfilled for I will reign over all."
"He will never be yours! His heart is too pure and too good to be polluted by your deceits. Maybe I will suffer and die by your hand, but I know that he will avenge my blood, he will destroy you."
Sauron slapped her across the face and ordered the remaining Uruk Hai to tie her to the wall. They picked her up and secured her to one of the walls, tying her tightly by the wrists with her arms open against the humid wall. Sauron spoke to the Uruks again.
"Leave us!"
The Uruks laughed and exited the chamber; they were pleased imagining what he was going to do to her. Sauron walked to her and stood inches apart form her face to face. Arwen could see all the perversion in his eyes and couldn't restrain a wince of fear. He laughed pleased.
"Now Queen Arwen, it is time for you and me to have some fun together."
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Ayayayay! Where is Legolas? What is going to happen to Arwen?
Stay around if you want to know.
Seriously, it took a while to finish this one but I like it a lot, I hope you liked it too. Again I would like to thank all the cool people who reviewed, you guys keep me motivated; and I hope you know that I am doing this for you.
Anyway, remember that I love reviews so don't forget to stop by and leave a little comment, they are always welcome.
THE CAVE
Arwen and her captors traveled for two more days; they didn't stop so she never changed position; all that time she was lying on top of the wolf, firmly tied to the beast; and so, her body was sore and she hadn't had anything to eat. Every once in while the cloaked creature would put some water in her mouth but she refused to drink it since it was dirty, and so her throat was dry and her lips were chapped to the point of bleeding;
She barely looked at the landscape around them as they walked, all she knew was that it was dry, deserted and far, so far away from everything she loved in the world.
Her captors were silent during most of the journey until the afternoon of that particular day. After spending the whole day riding trough spiky bushes in the dry and rocky terrain the silence was finally broken and she woke up from her slumber to the sound of the Uruk Hai's horrid shouts and cries of joy. She didn't know why, but they seemed to be very happy about something, and her heart shrunk for she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good for her.
From her position she couldn't see the strange mountain standing ahead of them. It was a treeless, steep peak arising in the middle of the plain; nothing grew or dwelled around it; only black, foul crebain birds nestled in the midst of the rocks and irregularities of the gloomy peak. It was until they got to the base of it that she noticed the dark shadow of it as it stood in front of the pale sun.
Then, darkness engulfed them as they entered a cave that was dug deep into the core of the rock. Arwen began stirring and shaking from fear, for she was entering the very lair of evil, and she could feel its strong presence all around her. She heard her captor laughing in delight as he felt her fear. He spoke to her.
"Now it is time for you to meet the very heart of fear Evenstar. My original plans may have not succeeded as I wished, but it is all worthy now that I can feel all your despair "
It was then that all hope abandoned her mind and soul; she resigned to her doom and didn't say a word as she and her scoffer advanced deeper into the cave. Elves could never cope with caves and this time it was no different. The darkness around her seemed to filter into her mind and filled her with horrid and terrifying images and thoughts. The air inside the cave was heavy and thick and it had the distinctive smell of death. Her head felt as if spinning and a strong metallic taste filled her mouth as the urge to vomit reached her; she felt a brief sensation of relief as she vomited, but it was too brief for at that moment the ropes that held her to the wolf were cut and she was tossed to the ground of the cave. It was pitch black all around her; the ground on which she fell was humid and sticky. She sat up blinking repeatedly, trying to distinguish the surroundings but she couldn't even see her hand as she waved it in front off her face, inches away from her eyes. Then a reddish light filled the space all around her as a couple of torches were lit in the walls of the cave.
She found herself in the middle of a large, circular chamber, which was dug on the solid rock of the core of the mountain. The place was filthy and filled with all kinds of weapons. On the back of the chamber, opposite to the entrance there was a throne made out of stone, and above the throne there were writings carved on the rock wall. She recognized the language as the one of Mordor, and they were all curses and blasphemies against Eru, the Valar and specially the sons of Ilúvatar, men and elves.
The cloaked figure walked up to the throne and sat on it. Arwen noticed that there were only two Uruk Hai left with them and she assumed that the rest of them stayed in the entrance of the cave. She was thinking of what was to happen to her when the cloaked figure talked to her.
"Arwen, look at me! It is time for you to know who I am".
Suddenly touched by newly courage she stood up and faced her foe, ready for whatever was to come. He lifted up the black hood and uncovered his face. Arwen could not believe her eyes, for he was an elf from the line of the Sylvan. His eyes were black and so was his hair, long and black. But his face was pale and ashen; he looked as if sick. She noticed that he was painfully thin, only bones and skin could be seen under his cloak. But his expression and the look in his eyes told her that this wasn't just and elf, and that there was something greater behind and inside him.
She stepped closer to him and feeling more pity than fear she asked.
"Who are you? What has befallen you?"
"The elf you see in front of you was once named Eandiril and he fought at the battle of the last alliance in the company lead by your father Elrond Peredhil. But he has been death for a long time now and his body and soul belong to me."
Arwen could not understand. How could this elf be death if he was talking to her? And why did he talk like he was someone else? She stared at him bewildered and confused and it was then that he stood up and walked closer to her.
"You don't understand, do you? You don't know yet whom you are talking to? Let me clear out your doubts."
He stood up proudly and it was terrible to look at him, for he seemed to grow in majesty and power as he began his speech, a speech that would terrify the very soul of the bravest warrior to the point of death.
"I am the ruin of both men and elves, the abhorred, the scourge of Middle Earth; from the race of the Ainur; once Maiar of Aule, once servant of Morgoth, now servant of my own will. Called Annatar, Gorthaur, The Black Hand, The Dark Lord, The Dark Power, The Lord of the Rings, The Red Eye, Lord of Mordor… SAURON!!! Who came back from defeat and complete annihilation to get revenge from Iluvatar's sons!"
Arwen fell to the ground, she couldn't believe his words and at the same time she knew it was the truth, Sauron was back. He kept talking.
"When the siege of Mordor was taking place, during the battle of the Last Alliance I was almost defeated. But you, defenders of Middle Earth underestimated my wisdom and powers. I saw and understood my weakness and so I took preventive measures; I ordered my soldiers to capture one elf alive and bring him to my presence. Eandiril here found his doom when he ventured alone and away from his company, they did not hear his cries for help and no one came to his aid. My soldiers seized him and took him to me without anyone knowing. His story was never told and his companions thought he had been killed in battle, little they knew that he was to be my security and my hidden backup."
He began pacing back and forth in front of Arwen, all the majesty from the previous speech was gone and now he just seemed to be very pleased while he told Arwen the entire story.
"I locked him in Mordor's deepest and darkest dungeon and kept him there for the following centuries; little by little I poisoned his mind and heart, taking control over his desires and emotions. By the time of the War of the Ring he was completely under my will. When The Ring was destroyed and Mordor came down I continued to live thru him. I escaped thru the eastern side of the Iron Mountains and came to dwell here. Since that day I have been planning my revenge, gathering armies and launching attacks against Middle Earth biggest stronghold, Gondor. I would have succeeded if it wasn't for that damn wood elf."
Arwen lifted up her face. "Legolas".
"Yes, Legolas. He ruined all my plans with his heroic deeds. And I blame you for it Arwen Undomiel, for if it wasn't for you he would have sailed to Valinor long ago. You kept him here and now, since my retribution was ruined, I shall pour my wrath on you. You alone shall face the revenge I intended to pour down on all the creatures of Middle Earth!"
Arwen looked at him with defying eyes and talked back to him with enraged voice.
"You! You are the one who has been poisoning his mind; you are the one who has been perverting everything around him. You want him for yourself, you covet his strength. But you fear him, I know you fear him."
"Nonsense! I am the giver of all fear, I certainly do not fear a common elf!!"
"He is not a common elf, he is your doom and you know it!"
"Oh no! He is not my doom, he will be my victory; he will be mine eventually and when that happens then my revenge will be unstoppable. I will conquer Middle Earth and my destiny will finally be fulfilled for I will reign over all."
"He will never be yours! His heart is too pure and too good to be polluted by your deceits. Maybe I will suffer and die by your hand, but I know that he will avenge my blood, he will destroy you."
Sauron slapped her across the face and ordered the remaining Uruk Hai to tie her to the wall. They picked her up and secured her to one of the walls, tying her tightly by the wrists with her arms open against the humid wall. Sauron spoke to the Uruks again.
"Leave us!"
The Uruks laughed and exited the chamber; they were pleased imagining what he was going to do to her. Sauron walked to her and stood inches apart form her face to face. Arwen could see all the perversion in his eyes and couldn't restrain a wince of fear. He laughed pleased.
"Now Queen Arwen, it is time for you and me to have some fun together."
……………………………………………………………….
Ayayayay! Where is Legolas? What is going to happen to Arwen?
Stay around if you want to know.
Seriously, it took a while to finish this one but I like it a lot, I hope you liked it too. Again I would like to thank all the cool people who reviewed, you guys keep me motivated; and I hope you know that I am doing this for you.
Anyway, remember that I love reviews so don't forget to stop by and leave a little comment, they are always welcome.