I no own. U no sues me, cuz that would be sooo mean... *tear*

If anyone needs translations for the elvish I use in the story, review, or email me and I will gladly tell you.

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! This part of my story is slightly gory, and has some sexual reference. It could be rated R, if you choose to look at it that way.  Really the sexual reference part is not to the very end, the gore is through out the entire thing… not to bad though. At least I do not think so.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

Sabina awoke in a bed, with black and red silk sheets, and a black veil hanging on it.  The recent events were dulled in her head and as she sat up, it felt like moving through water.  "You are awake I see." Came a voice from beside the bed. "How are you?"  Sabina turned her head and gaped.

"You are dead!" she whispered.  The elf that had had his throat slit smiled.   Sabina studied him and realized that there was no mark to show he was injured.  His eyes were what made her mistrustful. They were a red color, full of hate. "Sauron… you…you had no right to take his life!  He was in the wrong place at the wrong time-" Sauron backhanded her swiftly and made her vision spin. 

"I will not tolerate you talking like that to me!" he hissed. Sabina moaned and sat up again. "Now. Lets try this again.  How do you feel?"  His voice held a drop of warmth. Sabina raised an eyebrow.  'Why is he asking how I feel?'

"Why does it matter? You are just going to kill me. Do it now." Her voice was bitter and angry. Never again would she see her mother, or Haldir. Never again would she see the Golden Woods.

"Tsk. Tsk.  Why would I wish to kill someone as lovely as you?  That wretched March Warden, he does not deserve one with your beauty and power. Think about the possibilities. Do you know what I- we could do? We could bring your family back.  Imagine- just getting to see your real mother and father again.  We could do that, and so much more. You could take over Middle Earth, and reign as my queen."   His voice was low and seductive. His red eyes had faded to a light orange and were focused on her.

The aspect of her mother and father, back with her made her heart pound with forgotten pain. Sabina looked down.  "Do not deny it.  You have felt the exquisite feeling of the power running through your veins. You have tasted the sweet nectar of it.  It is a double bladed sword, but if you can manipulate it, the possibilities really are quite endless." He sat down beside her and pushed back a strand of her chestnut hair and leaned near her ear, so his lips were barely brushing against it. "Do you feel the power?"  His voice was a whisper, but because of his nearness she heard him perfectly.

He laid a gentle kiss on the ear tip making her freeze. "Do you feel it?" he pulled away and strode out the door without a backwards glance.  Sabina sat in the bed thinking. Her mother and father, and her with them.  It was enough to make her think about it.

"I am confused." She whispered, curling up on the bed and pulling the covers over her head. Sleep enveloped her and brought with it comfort and her love.

***

"Haldir." Sabina breathed, finding herself wrapped securely in his arms. "Are you awake?"  They were back in the pure white room as before. (Sorry I did not explain that before) Sabina lay curled in a ball, up against the sleeping elf.  From his lack of response she knew he was asleep. "Haldir?" she asked slightly louder this time.  Haldir focused on her face and he smiled.

"Back again." He moved to get more comfortable. "It is my charming personality, is it not?"  His eyes danced down at her.

"Always. Where are you?"

"Not even a day away. Why?"

"Sauron, he said he could bring my parents back. He said that with our combined powers, we could bring back my parents." Her voice was dreamy, and relaxed.

"Sabina, he may be able to, but what if he tricks you?"

"I know- I am just going to get out of there. I want to be back with you."  Her voice shuddered as she held back tears.

"Sabina! What happened? What is wrong?" his voice was concerned now.  He tilted her head up and studied her face.

"He had me tied up, and he used my power, and another elf's to give him a real body. There was nothing I could do. He killed an innocent elf, just for his own benefit."  Her golden eyes held horrors that he could not begin to understand, and yet he understood that.

"It is not your fault." He shushed her softly. "I am coming. I promise." She watched him and he rolled on his side, to face her. "I wont let him hurt you." He said.  He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly. " I'll be waiting." He smiled.

 Sabina nodded and fell asleep.

***

            "Wake up." Came the rough voice of an orc. "The master wants you out an' ready 'fore long. Take a bath, the wata's over there. Dressss' is over there." He gestured crudely and stomped out.  Sabina sat up and swung her legs off the edge of the bed.  Her head was pounding but it was bearable.  She glanced across the room and saw that there was indeed a bath awaiting her along with a black silk dress, sitting on a chair.  She stood up and walked up to it.  The silk was soft to the touch, and looked like it would fit her perfectly. A slightly frightening thought occurred. How did he get her size of dress? Sabina wrapped her arms tightly around herself and glanced at the steaming bath.  She stared for a second, then walked to the door, and locked it.

Feeling at least slightly more secure, she began to strip, and settled in the bath.  Basking in the warmth, she washed and began to wash her hair.  The shampoo smelled like roses almost like the stuff from home, she noted smiling wryly.

Once done with the bath, she dressed in her underclothes. Sabina picked up the dress and slid it on herself. She was only slightly surprised when it fit almost perfectly. The only problem that she had with it was- quite revealing.  She scowled at her reflection and the door opened. "How-? It was locked!" she gaped at Sauron who stood before her.

"You silly woman, this is my home. I have control over it and all those who reside in it." He lifted up his hand and she felt her hands move up on their own accord. "Well, well my Dark Princess. What ever shall I do with you?" he backed her up against the wall. Sabina fought against it vainly, but she could not feel her power. She was still drained.  Her golden eyes flashed back and forth in fear and anger.

"Let me go." She ordered angrily.  Her legs thrashed, her torso was pinned against the wall, but her legs were free.  He paid no attention to her legs and moved steadily to her.  Sauron caressed her cheek and traced her jaw line.

"So lovely, so pure. Untainted, and unblemished. And all mine, my Dark Princess."  He leaned closer to her and she quickly kneed him in his ding-dongs. His laughter rang through the room. "Nice try pet. I cannot be hurt by your puny attacks. You will learn that soon enough."  He snapped his fingers, and the invisible weight pressing her to the wall pressed harder.

Sabina gasped for a breath vainly as she slowly suffocated. Just as her head lolled on her shoulder and she was about to pass out, Sauron snapped his fingers again, and she fell to the ground and struggled for a breath. "Come with me.  I imagine you are hungry." His voice was cold again.  Sabina stood up and brushed back her slightly damp hair. "Fine." She hissed in anger.

***

"Sabina!" exclaimed Ealdur. He sat on his bed reading, surrounded by books littering the floor. "Eru! I thought he had killed you."  He swept her up in to his arms and twirled her around. Sabina held him close and he sat back on the bed.

"Why hasn't he…um? Killed you yet?" she curled up on his lap and he sighed.

"I don't know. He said that I would live as long as I did not cause any trouble."

"How are you still alive?" she playfully asked. He rolled his eyes. "Ealdur, how are we going to get out?" she asked softly. "I have a friend coming, he will be able to get us out, but how are we going to help?"

Ealdur shook his head. "I don't think-" he paused and then deposited her on the bed. "Wait!" he rummaged through the books he had lying around. He laughed with joy when he found a black book lying underneath a bunch of other ones. He flipped through a few pages and then stopped smiling. "I found it, but I do not know if it will work.  Look."  He pointed to a paragraph.

"To regain lost or stolen strength, you may perform a ritual, that will return you to your full potential.  This ritual can be done at any time, at any place, but the words are the most crucial part. Chant the following passage, three times and wait. "

"That is it?!" she said incredulous. "This is easy." She looked at the paragraph.

"It was not a ritual that is used very often, and sometimes it could be dangerous. If you are not careful, it can suck your life force out of you." Ealdur's voice was grim. "Are you willing to try?" he asked softly.  His brown eyes flashed back and forth from the paper to her face.  She groaned in exasperation.

"Is that meant to be a rhetorical question? We need to defeat Sauron." She had a glint of determination in her eyes that made him smile and have a tiny flicker of hope. "Lets try it." She said softly.

***

Power flowed through her veins, as she stood up.  She looked at Ealdur and saw that the spell had the same effect on him.  He was radiating a dark blue light and he smiled. "It worked!" he laughed in joy. "We have a chance." He looked over at her and gaped. "You-you're glowing." He murmured.  She looked at her hands.

"Odd." He was right, she was glowing, a pure white color that filled her with calmness. (ßIs that a word? I think so but am not sure.)  She looked around and enlighten filled her. "Ealdur- this is too easy. He is expecting this." She whispered.

He nodded. "Maybe, but if he is- we will be ready."  He opened the door and stood back. "Stay back." He hissed. Sabina nodded and he gave a loud yell.  Two large orcs came running, swords drawn.  Ealdur laughed bitterly. With one hand he summoned twin blue fireballs and with a careless sweep of his hand he pushed it to them. The orcs began to scream in agony as their bodies began to burn immediately. The rancid smell of their of their flesh burning made Sabina want to retch.  When their screams ended Ealdur gently pulled her with him out of the room.  Sabina tried not to breath too deep, seeing that the smell was awful.  Ealdur tossed her an Orcish blade and she caught it. It was heavy and crude, but it would do the job needed of it.

Sabina followed Ealdur down the halls as he stepped lightly, and quietly.  His glow of power combined with hers made the hall dimly glow.  As they turned a corner, Ealdur cursed.  At least thirty some orcs were standing around, eating something that smelled disgusting.  The leader gave a loud roar when he smelled them. "Fresh meat!" he cried in excitement.  All of the creatures turned and Ealdur shot more balls of fire out of his hands.  Orcs began to burn as some of the other stood there stupidly watching their comrades burn.  "Get them!" snarled the leader angrily.

Ealdur rushed and began to chop down the numbers.  Sabina followed, slightly awkward with the overly large sword. She dodged the swipe of an orc and slit his throat, spraying blue-black blood on herself.  She shivered in fear and revulsion and blocked the blow of the next one. Swiftly she cut him down, and found herself face to face with the leader. "Well, well… what do we have here? A tender little female elf, what shall I do with you?" his voice was a low snarl.  She swung at him and dodged a blow in return.

"You shall not get a chance to do anything to me." She retorted in irritation. She blocked strike after strike, and cried out when another orc sliced a deep line across her back cutting into muscle and causing extreme pain.  Blood slid down her back, dripping on the floor and mixing with the blood of the orcs already on the floor. She bit her lip, focusing on the battle. 

"Use your power!" Ealdur yelled from across the room.  She cursed in annoyance, why hadn't she thought of that?  She ran away from the battle slightly and focused on a ball of light in her palm, it was not hard.  A ball of flaming white light appeared on her palm and she pushed it to the leader.  He gave a guttural sound, which sounded like a curse, but she was not sure.  All the same, he dodged it.  He smiled, a grotesque attempt and began to walk slowly to her.  Sabina saw that there were only three orcs left. The one she was fighting, and the two that Ealdur were. 

She summoned another ball and threw it at him.  He dodged it and struck out against her.  The blow made her arm quiver, as he tried to bore down on her.  He had the advantage of strength and weight.   Sabina went down on one knee, and kicked his legs from under him, then stabbed him in the chest.  He gasped for air he could not get, even though it was all around him.  The orc seized, died and Sabina wavered from blood loss. 

Ealdur walked over to her and hugged her. "Ai!" she cried in pain as he hit the deep gash on her back.  He jerked back looking at the amount of her blood on his hand and turned her around. "You're hurt!" he exclaimed.  Sabina nodded, but before she could respond a cold laugh echoed through the hall. A single person's clapping filled the air.

"Bravo.  You have managed something I thought you would never have done.  Now, I do not think you will be needing those swords, and I do not need you!" he said with a glare to Ealdur.  Ealdur was slammed into a wall his head cracking against it and his sword was pointed to his own body.

"NO!" gasped Sabina, leaning on the wall for support, against the dizziness. Ealdur's hands moved slowly and he whispered slowly. "I am sorry." the sword plunged into him and he fell sideways seemingly dead. "NOOOO!" she screamed in anger, hate, and sadness. It was another friend that she had lost, another life.

Sauron laughed. "He was going to die anyways.  It is a shame though; I thought you would be perfect for me.  It seems that I was wrong. Now I am going to have to dispose of you." He said with mock sadness.  He waved his hand and Sabina was dragged into a standing position against the wall.  Her sword was clasped in her hands.  He held out his hand and she felt the sword strain to get away from her.  He was calling the sword to him. 

'No.' she thought in despair, 'not when I have lost all that I love, not when I am so close.'  She felt herself slowly weakening and a thought occurred to her. 'He wants it so bad, let him have it.'  She aimed the sword at him, struggling to keep a hold of it.  Within a second she had aimed and let the sword go.  The sword sang through the air and buried itself in the body of Sauron. He began to laugh and then stopped. A choking gasp came from him and he pulled the sword out blood dripping down the blade gruesomely.

"How?" he asked softly in confusion. Sabina asked the same question. 'When he took his body, he also took all of the attributes of the elf. So he has the same weakness.' She thought.   The same thought had dawned on Sauron.  He walked slowly to her still holding the bloody blade.

"Sooo. You have managed to mortally wound me, but rest assured. I will not be the only one to die.  Your body shall rot here, along with your lover's."  He spoke and drew nearer.  He held the blade close to her heart and tired to plunge it in.  Sabina used her power to stop it a hair from her chest.  It touched her barely and with a last retaliation she shoved all of her power into him, using the sword as a conductor for her power.  He gasped and exploded in a mass of crimson pieces splattering the wall. (Yuck… really bad décor…)  Sabina fell to the ground exhausted and dying slowly.

'So this is how it ends.  Middle Earth is safe, but I am still going to die.' She thought grimly as her vision danced. 'So be it.'

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Haldir blocked blows from the Seeker and saw his chance.  He dove in and swiped off the head of the Seeker.  It turned to dust and Haldir began to run in the tower, leaving his horse, Nimrodel behind.  He sheathed his sword and ran in.  All around him, he saw devastation, and signs of battle.  'Oh Dear Valar, please do not let her be dead.'  He thought as he searched through the halls, and rooms.

***

"Sabina…" a voice came from Ealdur. 

Sabina turned her head. "You… you are alive."

He gasped for a breath. "Not for long, here, this may help." He focused and sent his remaining power to the she-elf. "Goodbye." His eyes closed for the last time.  Sabina whispered a goodbye and felt a small amount of strength come in to her weakened body.  She lifted her head at the sound of the door opening.

"Haldir!" she said faintly. He ran to her and kneeled beside her. "Oh Eru." He murmured. "Sabina! We have to get you out of here." He said.  She nodded weakly and he lifted her up into his arms. Her body quivered in pain and she whimpered. "I am sorry, A'maelamin. Stay with me please."

He made his way through the halls and ran down the steps, to his horse.  He gently set her down on Nimrodel.  Her clothes were torn and bloody, and he did not think twice about stripping off her shirt and putting a clean one on her, from his pack. So worried was he, he barely took notice of the sword wound, he just wanted to get her home. She was slipping from the saddle and he righted her, and then swung up behind her.  "Please, do not leave me melamin." He whispered. "Noro lim! Noro lim!" he called to his horse. 

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Haldir jumped off his horse and gently pulled his love down with him.  He cradled her in his arms and felt her light breathing against his neck.  He was pleasantly surprised at how long she had lasted.  In a grim way he did not expect her to live so long. "Galadriel!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The Lady came running and Haldir made his way to the healer's flet.  Galadriel followed and opened the door for him.  The Healer looked up from her desk and drew in a sharp breath.  "Lay her down here." She said worriedly.  Haldir laid her down on a large cot and backed away to explain to the lady what had happened.

"…She was almost gone when I found her, and I am surprised that she has lasted this long. I do not mean to sound disrespectful but…" he left off with a look at the still Sabina. Galadriel saw the pain in his eyes and it made her heart ache.  She laid her hands on his shoulders and felt his draw in a sharp breath.  She removed her hands and examined his shoulders. 

"You're wounded…Yet again."  She said disapprovingly. He rolled his eyes and gingerly pulled off his shirt.

"Your point? This has happened before and I have survived." He said disdainfully.   She spread some disinfectant on the numerous cuts on his arms and torso. He kept his gaze locked on the still form, breathing shallowly. Once his wounds were clean she handed him a clean shirt from a drawer.  He had been there so many times, from various wounds, that they had a set of clean clothes just in case. (Hehe. Don't we all want to see him or Legolas, with out their shirts on?)

 An hour later, the healer turned to him with a sad look. "If she makes it through the night, she will most likely survive.  But because of the loss of blood…I do not think she will last.  The most we do is pray that she will live." She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder squeezed and then walked out.  Galadriel walked over and kissed Sabina's brow and walked out.  Haldir pulled a chair up and settled down for a long night. He brought her cool hand to his lips and pressed gentle kisses along the palm, knowing that she could not feel them, but doing it all the same. It gave him a small comfort.  Soon exhaustion took a hold of him and he fell in to a restless sleep lying half on the chair, half on the bed. 

**2 Days Later 12:00 pm**

The healer and Lady had checked in every day and not seen any change in the she elf.  Two nights later, Sabina awoke with a small moan of pain.  She opened her eyes and saw Haldir was sound asleep, resting on her hand. She smiled and drew in out of his grasp, then ran her fingers through his silky locks. He murmured something as he sat up. His crystal blue eyes widened as he focused on her face. "Sabina!" he said amazed. "You… are-"

"Alive and well. Maybe not the well part, but in a while I will be." She kept running her fingers through his hair and then moved to trace his face.  Her hands made a light pass over his eyebrows, his cheekbones and then came to rest at his lips. "I missed you." She whispered, moving her hand back to push hair behind his pointed ear.  She brushed against the point and made him shudder.

"Don't do that, melamin." He said softly in amusement. "I will not be able to control myself if you do."  He pulled her hand to his lips again and laid a gentle kiss on each fingertip. "I will be right back I can. The lady and the healer both wanted to see you." He kissed her palm and she nodded.

He walked out and rushed to the Lady's flet.  "Lady Galadriel, she is awake."  He gasped out. He heard a deep intake of breath and the lady rushed out after him.  She rapped on the healer's door and a bedraggled healer came out. "What is it?"

"Sabina is awake." She said. They all walked in and the healer began to wash her hands. For about an hour, she tended to Sabina who was resting in Haldir's arms.  When the healer determined that she was well enough she pulled Galadriel aside. "Perhaps, we should leave them alone for a while." She glanced over at the couple that was curled in each other's arms, Haldir holding her close, rubbing her back and running his fingers through her brown curls.  Galadriel nodded and they walked out- the two did not even notice, so focused on each other they were.

**1 week later**

Haldir bore Sabina down in to the bed kissing her feverishly. She moaned as he nibbled on her lip.  She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight to her. His lips were soft and warm, gentle sometimes, demanding others.

He had come into his room that night, slightly wet, from just returning from a weeklong journey.  He was called away on border patrol and had run in to trouble.  When he returned a week later, he had walked up the stairs in to Sabina's room, and froze in fear when he saw that he saw she was not there. A sense of déjà vu swept over him as he remembered when she was gone. In fact, it looked like she had not slept there for many nights.  Haldir turned on his heel and strode to his room, hoping to find where she was. 

When he opened the door, he noticed that there was a lump in the bed. He had a faint smile on his lips as he closed the door and walked over to the bed.  Sure enough, Sabina lay in his bed curled in one of his warmer cloaks, and was enveloped in his bed sheets.  Her brown hair was spread out on the pillow like a halo.  One of her hands was stretched out crossing the bed, curled in a loose fist.  Haldir stripped off all but his light breeches, and was surprised that she had not yet awoken.  He pulled back the covers and slid inside encircling her in his arms.  She shifted and awoke startled. "Haldir…?" she whispered, not completely awake.  "When did you get back?"

"Just a few moments ago.  I am sorry I had to leave so soon, after you were well.  There was trouble on the West Border and I had to go." He felt her snuggle up in to his chest and whisper something. "What?" he asked.

"I said that I am sorry that I came in here when you were not here."  She mumbled.  He chuckled.                

"You have nothing to apologize for melamin." He said kissing her firmly on the lips.  She opened her mouth to him immediately and their tongues dueled with passion. Her hands busily unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling occasionally in her hurry to get him out of his *damned* clothes, making him smile against her lips. When she unbuttoned it she then slid it over his shoulders to toss it onto the floor. Her fingertips explored his muscular chest followed by her lips. He smiled wickedly and gently slid her nightshirt up, his hands trailing onto her bare skin, causing her to gasp softly, and then moan. He pulled it gently over her head, adding it to the steadily growing pile on the floor. He quickly undressed the rest of the way and gathered her into his arms for another deep kiss. Their bodies touched and their passion flamed completely and utterly out of control.

***

Rumil and Orophin walked down the path, to their brother's flet hoping to see him before he was called back on Border Patrol again.  He had been gone for a week, and Rumil had been in charge.  Not an experience that he wanted to do again, 'Haldir does a fine job, and I would like to keep it that way. He may keep his position.'  Rumil thought the last part slightly annoyed.  He climbed the steps to his room and Orophin followed.  He was so immersed in his thoughts; Orophin had to stop him before he could knock.  He shot a puzzled glance at his brother who put a finger to his lips. 

Rumil stopped and his eyes widened in surprise. A low moan came from inside the flet and a higher pitched cry followed it. Rumil heard a voice called from within, and it made him gape in surprise. "Sabina…"

"The Lord and Lady's daughter is in there with Haldir?" whispered Rumil. "Haldir? Our brother of all people? Dear Valar… The world is indeed coming to an end."

Orophin shook his head in delight and disbelief, 'Haldir would never hear the end of this.' He thought, dragging the stunned Rumil away.

***

              Sabina awoke the next morning, Haldir's naked body pressed against her, chest to chest.  Her head lay on his shoulder, using it as a type of pillow…(lol. Haldir the pillow. I bet he would really appreciate us calling him that…) one of her hands lying on his bare chest; the other she rested on.  His unoccupied hand/arm was currently buried in her brown curls.  She shifted in his arms and awoke him with a kiss. He opened his eyes, and smiled down at her. "You certainly are a wonderful sight to wake up to. Your beauty rivals that of the oncoming dawn." He said, kissing the tip of her nose before moving to the corner of her lips.

"Mmm. Might I thank you for your kind words, my lord." She said half asleep and cuddling closer. He chuckled softly.

"We are being formal now, are we?" he grinned. A small "Mmmhm," was his only answer.   He pushed himself up on one elbow and studied her.  "I did mean it though. You're the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, well, besides myself that is." He bit down laughter as she looked up at him with an insulted expression.

Her mouth opened and closed, for a second and then she rolled over, her back facing him. "Fool of an elf." she muttered. She crossed her arms and lay on her side.  Haldir smirked and moved closer. His head rested on her shoulder, and he gently nuzzled her neck biting down on the skin gently and grazing it with his teeth.

"I was just joking." He murmured in her pointed ear.  He nibbled on the edge of it and was rewarded by her moving to her back and drawing him down for a kiss. "Prove it your royal lord-ness." She breathed.  Haldir was all too happy to obey.

A few hours later, in a tangle of arms and legs, Sabina lay twisted in the sheets with Haldir who was laying on his back, breathing evenly, relaxed for the first time in a while.  He shifted and awoke.  Sabina was still asleep, breathing deeply.  He kissed her cheek and quietly got out of bed.  Stretching he walked over to his drawer and dressed silently.  He wore a pair of dark brown pants, and a loose white shirt.  Haldir looked back at Sabina when he heard her move.  She was curled in a ball, wrapped in sheets where Haldir had been laying.  He smoothed back her slightly sweaty curls and caressed her skin. "Melamin, come we should get up." He said softly. She did not move. "Melamin." He tried again.  She only acknowledged him by moving closer to him. He smiled wickedly. "Melamin, your Father is here." He said leaning closer. 

Sabina gasped and jumped slightly and he grinned.  "I was just kidding melamin.  Come, you are probably hungry, and it is past time for us to be up."  Sabina slowly got out of his bed and grabbed her discarded clothes off the ground and dressed in them until she could get to her flet and change in to clean ones.  Haldir made the bed and turned back to him. "Coming?" he asked pushing hair behind her ears.

"Yes, in a minute. I just want to be dressed in clean clothes, and wash up a bit."  She flashed a bright smile at him and he nodded opening the door.  She walked out and called after her, "I will be out in a few moments."

Haldir smiled and walked after her, then leaned against the stairway awaiting his love.

            In the room that had had Sabina, Ealdur, and the dead elf had been chained in; there was a faint glow that steadily grew into a large flaming eye.  It was in the center of the altars as before, and it was not happy.  'Sooo my lovely pet. You have managed to get away from me and destroy my body.  You must think that would be the end of me, and that you and your lover were safe. How wrong you are...  I will rise again; I will take this earth, and kill all those who stand in my way, and most importantly of all, I will slay your elf, and take you, who are rightfully mine.  I will get you in the end. You can count on that promise.' The evil tainted voice carried on the wind, intent on reaching the she elf, before too long.

Sabina heard the threat in bed later that night. She awoke from her sleep when pain rolled through her body. She curled up in a ball as nausea swept through her body.  Haldir sat up as well and looked around the dark room puzzled. Her low cry of pain made him pull her to him.  "Sabina? What is wrong?" he asked as she relaxed against his strong body. Her head rested on his shoulder and she breathed in short gasps and pants.

"He… he is alive." She said quietly.  She felt Haldir stiffen against her. "He came to me in a dream, saying that he would kill all those close to me, and all who stood in his way.  He called me his own, and said that he would get me in the end."  She looked up in the darkness and focused on his face.  He opened his mouth to say something, and she placed a light finger on his lips.  "Wait… let me finish.  I am tired of being afraid of him. I am tired of running and having those around me threatened or killed.  That will end. It will end if he comes after me again. Be it me or a… a… hobbit of all creatures, but someone will destroy him." She finished and removed her fingers from his lips, and trailed them down his chin, down his neck, his chest and paused at his flat stomach.  She slid it around his waist and pulled him back down to the bed with her.  "He won't stop us." She whispered. 

Haldir smiled at her. Her strength was amazing, as well as her determination to not be stopped, no matter how daunting the task. "Nay, melamin, he shall not." He said drawing her in to a sweet kiss. "He will not." He whispered against her mouth before moving closer.

Muhaha. I am done with the story! It is over, I have spared you the awfulness of another chapter.    If you want a sequel, email me or review. (I prefer the latter.)  I have to get a lot of reviews to put one out…

Lotsa love, and maybe an elf or… six.  Lol.

I hope that you take the time to read my other two stories, one is called "A Different Ring" and it is about a girl who is sent to Middle Earth (God how many times has that been done?) where she discovers that she was adopted and that she possesses the 2nd ring of power… a backup ring.  She must destroy it in Mount Doom, and along the way, avoid certain death.  Leggy romance…

The other is this one… duh. 

I am hoping to have a few more stories out before too long, and get sequels to the first two as well.  Bye!!