Disclaimer: you know the story: Tolkien owns. etc, etc.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your review, dear C.(you know who you are). I cherish your opinion since you are also a writer-wannabe like myself so it is a huge honor for me to hear that you like my story, but keep on reading. The fun doesn't end in Chapter 2. And to the rest of you, readers out there, this chapter finally makes up for the R, it has a little of rape reference, so you are on your own, now. If you want to continue reading, it's your choice. In further chapters, the angst will continue, and a spice chapter is on the making..hehehe...ok, thanks again guys and enjoy!!!. --Niniel-(
Chapter 6
-My liege. You should not follow her matron's request, for she is not being true to her words. She is deceiving you, my lord. She is lying to you and doing what she pleased on very nose.- said the orc servant to its master.
-So it has come to pass( as I expected). (This) It is a snare- replied Korkzz with his eyes lost in the horizon, as deep in thought as STH, imagining the laughter of Elvanshalee at his stupidity and blindness. - Has the slave been sold to some other merchant?-
-No, my liege. Her highness ordered her guards and keepers to erase her existence from the face of Middle Earth.
-It cannot be. I shall have my revenge. You, go and prevent the blade of the enemy to slice the head of the source of our "major earnings" off. Do Leave!- he said and returned to the gathering place where the matron Elvanshalee stood accompanied by her servants.
-Lo! Thy shall see my anger, bloody dark elves. Lo!, fear my wrath. You shall die and I shall become the most powerful living creature of the all Middle Earth.
-What is this insolence?. Kill him!- ordered Elvanshalee.
-Thy realize not who you are dealing with!- said Korkzz and his eyes turned red as the blood that have been spilled by Gwirith over the arena.
Scared the matron was not, for she represented evil in itself. Her keepers and officers, however, did feel how shreads of fear were circulating through their veins, tickling like it was a strong alcoholic beverage, trying to create certain feeling of disorientation and confusion. Their senses froze and became numb. They were in shock.
-Are you able, now, to visualize the magnitude of my power?. Is this enough proof for you or shall I continue to provide more until you can taste its flavour in your bloody mouth?- said Korkzz already transformed into the monster he was, and manage to grab Elvanshalee by the neck, frustrating her attempt to get hold of her whip, her personal defense against traitors like him.
To permit air to flow into her lungs was become more and more difficult for her. She was approaching her finale.
-I am accustomed to deal . argh. with peasants like you. Those kinds . of . classes who fathom to reach a position . not meant for them.- could barely uttered the matron.
-Far from it, your highness, far from it- and closed his at present enormous fist around the fragile neck and prevented, for once and for all, any breathe of life to enter her lungs. She got what she deserved, he thought.
Her keepers, astonished by the recent event, gave battle to the assassin of their leader with the mighty wrath of their people.
They literally assailed against this great monster that threaten to destroy all.
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Gwirith was receiving an awfully similar treatment.
The physical punishment was merciless once she was laid down in the central part of the arena.
The beast begun by throwing her consumed body to the ground. Her face hit the earth so harshly that not only did blood come from her mouth and nose but also a few bruises were printed on her cheeks. It hurt no longer, for her life was clinging from the edge of a knife. To continue with the torture procedure, the beast wielded his best sword and started to carved strange figures in her arms that were exposed to the outside. Her armour was removed from her, her raiment were torn apart into little pieces, and were covered with a filthy odour. As most of her coat of mail and leggings were almost destroyed, much of her skin was exposed to the sight of all living creatures. Hence, the beast went down from her shoulders and arms to her belly and carved several figures in queerness resemblance to the previous ones. When she felt the cold metal trying to merge with her own skin, pressing hard against her raw flesh and revealing enormous quantity of blood out of it, a nauseous sickness and weakness she begun to feel. She could only scream and she did. Crying out in a very loud way, as loud as her vocal cords let her to. She screamed her lungs out. But strength had already left her, willingness to continue living had abandoned her body, courage was a distant memory and life was beginning to fade. Her vision darkened with the blows of the closed fists.
She was incapable of perceiving images, forms and colours with clarity.
-The Dark Lady approaches- she uttered through shreds of air she was still able to draw from her inside.
-What are you babbling about?. Be silent, insolent mortal!- yelled angrily the beast and smote her in the face, knocking her out till she had no other choice but to surrender to unconsciousness.
Blood was flowing freely from the cuts and wounds produced by the beast both from the inside as well as the outside. Within her most inner organs, it flew desperately as if escaping from dark hours and run at an increased speed through every portion of inner being.
Blood. Pain. Shall these ever end? Shall she rest in peace some day? Will her time finally come?. Her silent prayers were stronger as her life reached its end.
Blackness. Silence. Numbness of heart and of soul. Numbness overwhelming her on the inside: in her lungs and other organs, and on the outside: her outermost parts of her body, in the very edges of her skin that was slowly deteriorating as if to become past of the darkness surrounding her, mingling with the invisible spirits that begun to call out her name. Desperate voices reaching out to her, convincing her to join them. Slowly the numbness disappeared and an alien force brought her extremities to life, brought warmth to her skin and new life to her insides. She intended to unmasked the identity of the giver of renew strength. However, she did not have to look further. It was her own spiritual force. Her past, present and future were merged in one destiny.
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--flashback-- // -- history --
The day she brought to this world a light dazzled her mother's face and shone strongly through the following years, mainly surrounding the mother and her baby girl. Never the island had enjoyed so much happiness. Indeed, that day, the miracle that was gestating for 9 months, had already presented itself in its full splendor in the form of a human baby girl. The odd event was that she was not born until a full circle of rotation was completed by the earth. After many moons cycles of stormy weather, darkness gathering in every corner of Middle Earth, electrical storms, suffering, and unrest. after those tormenting happenings, a child brought light to that island again. She came to this world accompanied by happier times. Spring and summer overruled for more than was allowed to. It seemed as if this baby came to renew the life in this world, to bring life to those unfortunate animals and herbs, even to beings of her own species.
That was the reason for Argaraf , her father to name her Antë cuilë, which in the foreign tongues means life giver. but then, she was known among her loved ones as Aina, which means holy, angelic.name which was uttered by her mother as she looked upon her newly baby child, name which she bear for many moon cycles, until.
.one terrible day Sercëndil found out about the existence of this child. From that day onwards, he envied the gift that baby was given the day she was born. That gift represented a menace to his evil plans. Hence, once he knew about the powers of the child, Sercëndil ordered his servants to bring that child before his presence or to undo her pathetic little existence for once and for all. And he added:
-If any human soul dares to oppose to my purposes, give battle to them and finished their lives with all your wrath.-
Thus, he tried to capture not only the little girl but also her mother, to prove the inhabitants of the island what he was capable of doing if he was challenged. The second gold was achieved marvelously, the mother of the child was easily captured. However, the child was nowhere to be found. Not even the servants and army of Sercëndil together could find a clue of where the child was to be found.
Despite the fact that Sercëndil had a piercing glance and through flesh and bones his eyes could reach, an event happened that Sercëndil did not know until it was too late. Argaraf, being desperate for the recent misfortune of losing his wife, decided to take action swiftly. Following the advice of the wise sorcerer Ithreth, his mother-in-law, Argaraf placed his child in a basket in the flowing waters of the Sea and hoped that the baby reached the borders of the other lands, land of elves, men, dwarves, and other creatures created and not according to the plans of the Iluvatar.
Argaraf was so desperate that he care not to send his own flesh and blood secretly to a journey through the treacherous Sea intending to save her life. The task was performed as swiftly as possible so as to avoid any more inconvenients or happenings to regret.
Luckily, when Sercëndil was ready to struck hard against the inhabitants of the island, Aina earned freedom and was finally out of danger and had passed unnoticed by the Dark Lord.
Several sun and moon cycles had passed and still the battle seemed to be endless.
Sercëndil had even commanded his dark forces to massacre almost all the living dolphins in the area, which only infuriated the islanders more, raising the level of their hatred to unlimited ends. In spite of their anger, little could they prevent, for Sercëndil hungering for assassination was so intense that not even the Last Alliance could have defeated it. This is reason for its latter name: I mahtale pittuinin, The Battle for the dolphins.
Badly wounded, the self-proclaimed warriors decided to gather themselves so as to review their strategic plan for the attack to such mischievous creature and to look for a quick solution that will lead them to prevent the already in course onslaught of one of the most intelligent and peaceful creatures in the face of Middle Earth. Argaraf had his mind torn between his child and his missing wife. This two afflicting thoughts started to cloud his vision. Thus, the pressure begun to take control of the sound judgment of Argaraf, which scared the others in such a way that they bear not the thought of losing such a mighty and clever warrior.
While these events continue to develop, another was also in action.
The powerful current of the Sea swept the baby along its width, carrying the child to the shores of Middle Earth. There, Aina was found by a married couple of humans who instantly took her under their wing. They decided to adopt her until her natural parents came to claim her.
As she was found in a particular time of the cycles of the Earth, she was named Gwirith, which stands for April in Sindarin. April was the name of one of the division of a season in which the Valar made the weather change from warm days to cooler ones.
And so, the years had passed. And this little girl that was found in the outer corners of the Sea grew up, but two physical feelings shall hunt her all her life-span.Those were the rumours of a distant land that call out for her, trying to reach out to her, to bring her back.
--return from flashback-
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~ Gwirith POV ~
Why the Valar are enlighten me about my past? Am I near Death? Is the prince of darkness and cold thoughts coming for me already? Well, it is better this way. I shall not be able to endure a moment longer. My body is fading as my soul is almost extinguish as the flame of a candle in a windy room.
I can visualize my executioner. What wicked plans has he prepare for me? What evil events await me?.
He carries a device in his hand but I cannot see it. Wait, is it a.?. Nay, my luck resides here no longer. He has brought a whip and some other torture devices. May the Valar listen to my prays, May the Iluvatar pities me, May Mandos welcomes me in his Halls.
I close my eyes so as not to look upon my seemingly painful end.
Curiosity, on the other hand, will kill me before the stroke of the beast falls onto my being. Hence, I open my eyes as wide as the darkness surrounding me.
Again, my sight is caught up thither, where my captor is sketching my utmost torture. He laughs at my pain, at my passive condition, unable to fight back. He approaches. Closer and closer. I can hear my own desperation screaming in my mind. Only my weariness of heart and soul could ever withstand my fear.
After searching my being from head to toe, the beast grippes me by the remaining piece of raiment that was covering my chest and rips it up in two.
The cold steal of his sword, which he removes from its hilt, and the soft, distant breeze that managed to squeeze in through the bricks of the walls brings chills to my spin and my entire body. That was not exactly a good thing since my nipples harden as both sensations flood my warm skin. This event seems to have surprise him since his facial expressions relax rapidly. That is not a good sign. He might get all curious about .nay, he is doing it. The tip of his curious finger plays with my right nipple. I hate the feeling, for it comes from my enemy. I just pray for Iluvatar's sake that he does not.nay, not again. It is as if he is reading my thoughts and performing every single action I want him NOT to do. The feeling of his tongue caressing part of my womanhood makes me nauseous.
I struggle for him to leave me alone, to give me a quick and honourable death, a warrior's death; but Nay, he has to corrupt my pure vulnerability.
Oh, praise the Valar!. He is walking away.
What is he about to do with that?.
-NAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-
An horrifying yell resounded within the encircling location. The beast ravished her in the most degrading manner, stealing her sexuality and staining the purity of her soul. The sexual assault endured to what seem an eternity to Gwirith.
However, in the final moments, when the beast was gathering himself, she realized that she felt different.
She had the queer feeling of peacefulness and as if she was lighter as a feather. She did not comprehend what was happening to her, and the reason for being finally able to remember some of the tidings regarding her past.
In the meantime.
Guthrum made fun of the magnificent view. She was finally dead.
He wiped out her blood off him. But when the smell of her fluids passed through his big nose, his mouth (was) watered. Hence, he licked it ad enjoyed the taste of it.
-Why do not you mess with someone of your own size?- yelled Legolas from behind.
His eyes flashed a reddish anger.
-And who are you, nothing but a spoiled Silvan elf, are you not?.
Legolas took off his garment and walked towards the lying corpse of Gwirith. He approached as near as he could, lowered down his head and looked at her one last time. A tear wetted one of her already white pallid cheeks. Then he placed one finger over her still humid blood and drew a "V" (Vv)in Quenya in his stalwart chest.
-What is that for? Victory?- mocked Guthrum while Legolas turned and presented the sign.
-How can you read it if you are an unlearned?
-Grrrrrr.
He wiped his clean fingers with the dust of the arena and heard the 'silent language of the trees, but only he was able to listen to it. Nature was reaching out to him, sharing its secrets and murmuring old enchantments.
-Her death will not be left unpunished. Vengeance is my ally this moonlight.- he said in Quenya, in a similar tone as that of Nature. A murmur. Nothing but a whisper, leading its way to the beginning of the end. The battle for destiny had begun.
Before performing any action, Legolas closed his eyes and lowered his head, for he intended to recite an elvish canticle, entrusting his Hroa to the Iluvatar so as to be blessed in life or death.
Once that was over, Legolas turned to his bow and quiver full of arrows. He took hold of several arrows and fitted 2 of them to the string. This was partially enough to frighten Guthrum, for his face started to receive a pale color. A whitish surface covered the full length of his face.
-Do not haste my death and I shall not haste yours.
-Afraid I am not, for her spirit lives in me, now. Therefore, I will do what I shall and what she is willing to perform over my hands. I have no control of my body anymore, My Hroa is commanded by Gwirith's soul. Her actions and wishes are my orders. Prepare to suffer. Prepare to die. Clean out your conscious before it is too late.
When fear left his mind, Guthrum grunted once more and both prepare for a one-to-one battle.
Legolas, on the other hand, shot the arrows that had already being readied and they found their target perfectly: one pierced through Guthrum's shoulder and the other onto the beast's right hand. Not letting his attacker to catch him unprepared, Legolas unshielded his long knives and arranged his sculptural body in a warrior's stance.
The beast cried loudly, for the pain was unbearable. But that just made his temper to get worse. Therefore, after breaking the points of the arrows and removing the remaining parts from his wounded shoulder and hand, Guthrum just charged angrily towards his target.
-Die!- yelled Guthrum wielding his sword and menaced Legolas. The blade was still covered with Gwirith's blood. Legolas noted this small detail.
-Nay. You cannot recognized this blood, or can you?. It belonged to that stupid she-human that I was more than pleased to exterminate.
-Assassin!!- yelled Legolas losing his temper and looking at the beast showing his immense hatred towards the creature.
The blonde elf prevented the stroke with both knives using all of his strength since the strength of the beast was impressive.
-You shall have the same destiny as the girl. You shall perish and meet her in the world of the non-living.- said Guthrum pressing harder, trying to gain the elf in the struggle. Legolas further provided some pressure in preventing Guthrum to overtake him. However, malice provides more strength and energy than heroic deeds; hence, Guthrum was able to throw him away and to make him collapsed completely to the dusty ground. Mockingly, as swift as a lynx did the beast approach where Legolas was lying.
Defeated he was not but ashamed he felt. He could not believe that the one that was trying to stand up was himself. He cursed those moments of weakness that rarely presented in his person.
With feverish blood running through his veins and anger boiling up in his eyes, Legolas regained his vertical position and, recovering his long knives, brought it twice upon the stomach of the beast with renewed strength.
-And so it begins. The beginning of the end- muttered the spirit of Gwirith through Legolas lips.
That could only mean that the battle between good and evil on Middle Earth has just begun.
-Elbereth!!!- cried Legolas charging towards Guthrum and exchanging punches in the air. Both the steel of the beast and the steel of the elf were producing such intensive sparkles that they seemed to illuminate the entire place.
Fierce was the fight, merciless were their strokes.
Every time their blades clashed into one another, a loud, deafening clang was produced, breaking the surrounding death silence, which was queer enough.
-Your cause is helpless, pitiful Silvan elf-
-As is your face, dark creature from the under grounds.-said Legolas as they exchange a few more words before continuing the battle.
To be Continue .
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your review, dear C.(you know who you are). I cherish your opinion since you are also a writer-wannabe like myself so it is a huge honor for me to hear that you like my story, but keep on reading. The fun doesn't end in Chapter 2. And to the rest of you, readers out there, this chapter finally makes up for the R, it has a little of rape reference, so you are on your own, now. If you want to continue reading, it's your choice. In further chapters, the angst will continue, and a spice chapter is on the making..hehehe...ok, thanks again guys and enjoy!!!. --Niniel-(
Chapter 6
-My liege. You should not follow her matron's request, for she is not being true to her words. She is deceiving you, my lord. She is lying to you and doing what she pleased on very nose.- said the orc servant to its master.
-So it has come to pass( as I expected). (This) It is a snare- replied Korkzz with his eyes lost in the horizon, as deep in thought as STH, imagining the laughter of Elvanshalee at his stupidity and blindness. - Has the slave been sold to some other merchant?-
-No, my liege. Her highness ordered her guards and keepers to erase her existence from the face of Middle Earth.
-It cannot be. I shall have my revenge. You, go and prevent the blade of the enemy to slice the head of the source of our "major earnings" off. Do Leave!- he said and returned to the gathering place where the matron Elvanshalee stood accompanied by her servants.
-Lo! Thy shall see my anger, bloody dark elves. Lo!, fear my wrath. You shall die and I shall become the most powerful living creature of the all Middle Earth.
-What is this insolence?. Kill him!- ordered Elvanshalee.
-Thy realize not who you are dealing with!- said Korkzz and his eyes turned red as the blood that have been spilled by Gwirith over the arena.
Scared the matron was not, for she represented evil in itself. Her keepers and officers, however, did feel how shreads of fear were circulating through their veins, tickling like it was a strong alcoholic beverage, trying to create certain feeling of disorientation and confusion. Their senses froze and became numb. They were in shock.
-Are you able, now, to visualize the magnitude of my power?. Is this enough proof for you or shall I continue to provide more until you can taste its flavour in your bloody mouth?- said Korkzz already transformed into the monster he was, and manage to grab Elvanshalee by the neck, frustrating her attempt to get hold of her whip, her personal defense against traitors like him.
To permit air to flow into her lungs was become more and more difficult for her. She was approaching her finale.
-I am accustomed to deal . argh. with peasants like you. Those kinds . of . classes who fathom to reach a position . not meant for them.- could barely uttered the matron.
-Far from it, your highness, far from it- and closed his at present enormous fist around the fragile neck and prevented, for once and for all, any breathe of life to enter her lungs. She got what she deserved, he thought.
Her keepers, astonished by the recent event, gave battle to the assassin of their leader with the mighty wrath of their people.
They literally assailed against this great monster that threaten to destroy all.
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Gwirith was receiving an awfully similar treatment.
The physical punishment was merciless once she was laid down in the central part of the arena.
The beast begun by throwing her consumed body to the ground. Her face hit the earth so harshly that not only did blood come from her mouth and nose but also a few bruises were printed on her cheeks. It hurt no longer, for her life was clinging from the edge of a knife. To continue with the torture procedure, the beast wielded his best sword and started to carved strange figures in her arms that were exposed to the outside. Her armour was removed from her, her raiment were torn apart into little pieces, and were covered with a filthy odour. As most of her coat of mail and leggings were almost destroyed, much of her skin was exposed to the sight of all living creatures. Hence, the beast went down from her shoulders and arms to her belly and carved several figures in queerness resemblance to the previous ones. When she felt the cold metal trying to merge with her own skin, pressing hard against her raw flesh and revealing enormous quantity of blood out of it, a nauseous sickness and weakness she begun to feel. She could only scream and she did. Crying out in a very loud way, as loud as her vocal cords let her to. She screamed her lungs out. But strength had already left her, willingness to continue living had abandoned her body, courage was a distant memory and life was beginning to fade. Her vision darkened with the blows of the closed fists.
She was incapable of perceiving images, forms and colours with clarity.
-The Dark Lady approaches- she uttered through shreds of air she was still able to draw from her inside.
-What are you babbling about?. Be silent, insolent mortal!- yelled angrily the beast and smote her in the face, knocking her out till she had no other choice but to surrender to unconsciousness.
Blood was flowing freely from the cuts and wounds produced by the beast both from the inside as well as the outside. Within her most inner organs, it flew desperately as if escaping from dark hours and run at an increased speed through every portion of inner being.
Blood. Pain. Shall these ever end? Shall she rest in peace some day? Will her time finally come?. Her silent prayers were stronger as her life reached its end.
Blackness. Silence. Numbness of heart and of soul. Numbness overwhelming her on the inside: in her lungs and other organs, and on the outside: her outermost parts of her body, in the very edges of her skin that was slowly deteriorating as if to become past of the darkness surrounding her, mingling with the invisible spirits that begun to call out her name. Desperate voices reaching out to her, convincing her to join them. Slowly the numbness disappeared and an alien force brought her extremities to life, brought warmth to her skin and new life to her insides. She intended to unmasked the identity of the giver of renew strength. However, she did not have to look further. It was her own spiritual force. Her past, present and future were merged in one destiny.
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--flashback-- // -- history --
The day she brought to this world a light dazzled her mother's face and shone strongly through the following years, mainly surrounding the mother and her baby girl. Never the island had enjoyed so much happiness. Indeed, that day, the miracle that was gestating for 9 months, had already presented itself in its full splendor in the form of a human baby girl. The odd event was that she was not born until a full circle of rotation was completed by the earth. After many moons cycles of stormy weather, darkness gathering in every corner of Middle Earth, electrical storms, suffering, and unrest. after those tormenting happenings, a child brought light to that island again. She came to this world accompanied by happier times. Spring and summer overruled for more than was allowed to. It seemed as if this baby came to renew the life in this world, to bring life to those unfortunate animals and herbs, even to beings of her own species.
That was the reason for Argaraf , her father to name her Antë cuilë, which in the foreign tongues means life giver. but then, she was known among her loved ones as Aina, which means holy, angelic.name which was uttered by her mother as she looked upon her newly baby child, name which she bear for many moon cycles, until.
.one terrible day Sercëndil found out about the existence of this child. From that day onwards, he envied the gift that baby was given the day she was born. That gift represented a menace to his evil plans. Hence, once he knew about the powers of the child, Sercëndil ordered his servants to bring that child before his presence or to undo her pathetic little existence for once and for all. And he added:
-If any human soul dares to oppose to my purposes, give battle to them and finished their lives with all your wrath.-
Thus, he tried to capture not only the little girl but also her mother, to prove the inhabitants of the island what he was capable of doing if he was challenged. The second gold was achieved marvelously, the mother of the child was easily captured. However, the child was nowhere to be found. Not even the servants and army of Sercëndil together could find a clue of where the child was to be found.
Despite the fact that Sercëndil had a piercing glance and through flesh and bones his eyes could reach, an event happened that Sercëndil did not know until it was too late. Argaraf, being desperate for the recent misfortune of losing his wife, decided to take action swiftly. Following the advice of the wise sorcerer Ithreth, his mother-in-law, Argaraf placed his child in a basket in the flowing waters of the Sea and hoped that the baby reached the borders of the other lands, land of elves, men, dwarves, and other creatures created and not according to the plans of the Iluvatar.
Argaraf was so desperate that he care not to send his own flesh and blood secretly to a journey through the treacherous Sea intending to save her life. The task was performed as swiftly as possible so as to avoid any more inconvenients or happenings to regret.
Luckily, when Sercëndil was ready to struck hard against the inhabitants of the island, Aina earned freedom and was finally out of danger and had passed unnoticed by the Dark Lord.
Several sun and moon cycles had passed and still the battle seemed to be endless.
Sercëndil had even commanded his dark forces to massacre almost all the living dolphins in the area, which only infuriated the islanders more, raising the level of their hatred to unlimited ends. In spite of their anger, little could they prevent, for Sercëndil hungering for assassination was so intense that not even the Last Alliance could have defeated it. This is reason for its latter name: I mahtale pittuinin, The Battle for the dolphins.
Badly wounded, the self-proclaimed warriors decided to gather themselves so as to review their strategic plan for the attack to such mischievous creature and to look for a quick solution that will lead them to prevent the already in course onslaught of one of the most intelligent and peaceful creatures in the face of Middle Earth. Argaraf had his mind torn between his child and his missing wife. This two afflicting thoughts started to cloud his vision. Thus, the pressure begun to take control of the sound judgment of Argaraf, which scared the others in such a way that they bear not the thought of losing such a mighty and clever warrior.
While these events continue to develop, another was also in action.
The powerful current of the Sea swept the baby along its width, carrying the child to the shores of Middle Earth. There, Aina was found by a married couple of humans who instantly took her under their wing. They decided to adopt her until her natural parents came to claim her.
As she was found in a particular time of the cycles of the Earth, she was named Gwirith, which stands for April in Sindarin. April was the name of one of the division of a season in which the Valar made the weather change from warm days to cooler ones.
And so, the years had passed. And this little girl that was found in the outer corners of the Sea grew up, but two physical feelings shall hunt her all her life-span.Those were the rumours of a distant land that call out for her, trying to reach out to her, to bring her back.
--return from flashback-
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~ Gwirith POV ~
Why the Valar are enlighten me about my past? Am I near Death? Is the prince of darkness and cold thoughts coming for me already? Well, it is better this way. I shall not be able to endure a moment longer. My body is fading as my soul is almost extinguish as the flame of a candle in a windy room.
I can visualize my executioner. What wicked plans has he prepare for me? What evil events await me?.
He carries a device in his hand but I cannot see it. Wait, is it a.?. Nay, my luck resides here no longer. He has brought a whip and some other torture devices. May the Valar listen to my prays, May the Iluvatar pities me, May Mandos welcomes me in his Halls.
I close my eyes so as not to look upon my seemingly painful end.
Curiosity, on the other hand, will kill me before the stroke of the beast falls onto my being. Hence, I open my eyes as wide as the darkness surrounding me.
Again, my sight is caught up thither, where my captor is sketching my utmost torture. He laughs at my pain, at my passive condition, unable to fight back. He approaches. Closer and closer. I can hear my own desperation screaming in my mind. Only my weariness of heart and soul could ever withstand my fear.
After searching my being from head to toe, the beast grippes me by the remaining piece of raiment that was covering my chest and rips it up in two.
The cold steal of his sword, which he removes from its hilt, and the soft, distant breeze that managed to squeeze in through the bricks of the walls brings chills to my spin and my entire body. That was not exactly a good thing since my nipples harden as both sensations flood my warm skin. This event seems to have surprise him since his facial expressions relax rapidly. That is not a good sign. He might get all curious about .nay, he is doing it. The tip of his curious finger plays with my right nipple. I hate the feeling, for it comes from my enemy. I just pray for Iluvatar's sake that he does not.nay, not again. It is as if he is reading my thoughts and performing every single action I want him NOT to do. The feeling of his tongue caressing part of my womanhood makes me nauseous.
I struggle for him to leave me alone, to give me a quick and honourable death, a warrior's death; but Nay, he has to corrupt my pure vulnerability.
Oh, praise the Valar!. He is walking away.
What is he about to do with that?.
-NAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-
An horrifying yell resounded within the encircling location. The beast ravished her in the most degrading manner, stealing her sexuality and staining the purity of her soul. The sexual assault endured to what seem an eternity to Gwirith.
However, in the final moments, when the beast was gathering himself, she realized that she felt different.
She had the queer feeling of peacefulness and as if she was lighter as a feather. She did not comprehend what was happening to her, and the reason for being finally able to remember some of the tidings regarding her past.
In the meantime.
Guthrum made fun of the magnificent view. She was finally dead.
He wiped out her blood off him. But when the smell of her fluids passed through his big nose, his mouth (was) watered. Hence, he licked it ad enjoyed the taste of it.
-Why do not you mess with someone of your own size?- yelled Legolas from behind.
His eyes flashed a reddish anger.
-And who are you, nothing but a spoiled Silvan elf, are you not?.
Legolas took off his garment and walked towards the lying corpse of Gwirith. He approached as near as he could, lowered down his head and looked at her one last time. A tear wetted one of her already white pallid cheeks. Then he placed one finger over her still humid blood and drew a "V" (Vv)in Quenya in his stalwart chest.
-What is that for? Victory?- mocked Guthrum while Legolas turned and presented the sign.
-How can you read it if you are an unlearned?
-Grrrrrr.
He wiped his clean fingers with the dust of the arena and heard the 'silent language of the trees, but only he was able to listen to it. Nature was reaching out to him, sharing its secrets and murmuring old enchantments.
-Her death will not be left unpunished. Vengeance is my ally this moonlight.- he said in Quenya, in a similar tone as that of Nature. A murmur. Nothing but a whisper, leading its way to the beginning of the end. The battle for destiny had begun.
Before performing any action, Legolas closed his eyes and lowered his head, for he intended to recite an elvish canticle, entrusting his Hroa to the Iluvatar so as to be blessed in life or death.
Once that was over, Legolas turned to his bow and quiver full of arrows. He took hold of several arrows and fitted 2 of them to the string. This was partially enough to frighten Guthrum, for his face started to receive a pale color. A whitish surface covered the full length of his face.
-Do not haste my death and I shall not haste yours.
-Afraid I am not, for her spirit lives in me, now. Therefore, I will do what I shall and what she is willing to perform over my hands. I have no control of my body anymore, My Hroa is commanded by Gwirith's soul. Her actions and wishes are my orders. Prepare to suffer. Prepare to die. Clean out your conscious before it is too late.
When fear left his mind, Guthrum grunted once more and both prepare for a one-to-one battle.
Legolas, on the other hand, shot the arrows that had already being readied and they found their target perfectly: one pierced through Guthrum's shoulder and the other onto the beast's right hand. Not letting his attacker to catch him unprepared, Legolas unshielded his long knives and arranged his sculptural body in a warrior's stance.
The beast cried loudly, for the pain was unbearable. But that just made his temper to get worse. Therefore, after breaking the points of the arrows and removing the remaining parts from his wounded shoulder and hand, Guthrum just charged angrily towards his target.
-Die!- yelled Guthrum wielding his sword and menaced Legolas. The blade was still covered with Gwirith's blood. Legolas noted this small detail.
-Nay. You cannot recognized this blood, or can you?. It belonged to that stupid she-human that I was more than pleased to exterminate.
-Assassin!!- yelled Legolas losing his temper and looking at the beast showing his immense hatred towards the creature.
The blonde elf prevented the stroke with both knives using all of his strength since the strength of the beast was impressive.
-You shall have the same destiny as the girl. You shall perish and meet her in the world of the non-living.- said Guthrum pressing harder, trying to gain the elf in the struggle. Legolas further provided some pressure in preventing Guthrum to overtake him. However, malice provides more strength and energy than heroic deeds; hence, Guthrum was able to throw him away and to make him collapsed completely to the dusty ground. Mockingly, as swift as a lynx did the beast approach where Legolas was lying.
Defeated he was not but ashamed he felt. He could not believe that the one that was trying to stand up was himself. He cursed those moments of weakness that rarely presented in his person.
With feverish blood running through his veins and anger boiling up in his eyes, Legolas regained his vertical position and, recovering his long knives, brought it twice upon the stomach of the beast with renewed strength.
-And so it begins. The beginning of the end- muttered the spirit of Gwirith through Legolas lips.
That could only mean that the battle between good and evil on Middle Earth has just begun.
-Elbereth!!!- cried Legolas charging towards Guthrum and exchanging punches in the air. Both the steel of the beast and the steel of the elf were producing such intensive sparkles that they seemed to illuminate the entire place.
Fierce was the fight, merciless were their strokes.
Every time their blades clashed into one another, a loud, deafening clang was produced, breaking the surrounding death silence, which was queer enough.
-Your cause is helpless, pitiful Silvan elf-
-As is your face, dark creature from the under grounds.-said Legolas as they exchange a few more words before continuing the battle.
To be Continue .