Chapter VII: The Pain
It was a sad day in Edoras when the company left. Èomer gladly lent them some of his finest steeds-- and ponies for the hobbits--for the journey to Mordor. Èomer also gave to them supplies to last them well after their journey was over. When their final goodbyes were spoken they departed immediately from Edoras. They were making there way straight to Minas Triths before the final assault on Mordor. Seregwen did not want to stop and rest once more before they reached Mordor.
Seregwen clung loosely around Legolas' torso as they rode through the night. She hadn't feed in a while because of the lack of fauna in the plains of Middle-earth. Once again she was forced to clothe her fully for there were no shadows for her to hide in to protect herself from the sun. Legolas seemed to notice this and tried to keep her on her feet until they reached more prosperous areas.
"How are you fairing back there, melamin my love?" Legolas questioned when he felt Seregwen shift in front of him.
"I do not know of I can bare another night," she confessed breathlessly. Her tone worried Legolas. He did not know if she could last until they made it to Gondor.
"Be strong, Seregwen. By the time we reach the borders of Gondor you will be fully nourished," Legolas assured hugging her closer to him. He could only hope that they would make it there in time.
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Meanwhile in the dark confines of Mordor an unusual shadowed figure crept through the endless tunnels. Torchlight lit the tunnels but they weren't enough to fend off the evil darkness. At the end of the hall there was a large red oak door carved with many malevolent inscriptions. The shadowed figure lifted its hand out from under the heavy cloak it wore and traced one of the smaller inscriptions. After a moment the door creaked and swung open revealing a large black throne. In it sat a pale man with piercing black eyes. The shadowed figure knelt before him and waited for its master to speak.
"What news have you for me, Narauko?" The man motioning to the shadowed shape on the floor. It lifted up its head so that they locked eyes. Red fighting with black.
"They left Rohan just a few days ago and are making their way to Minas Triths," It reported looking back to the ground. The man paused to relay the information and decide their next plan of action.
"What of Seregwen?" he pondered out loud.
"She is weak from lack of hunting. Blood is scare in the plains. This would a perfect chance to turn her," the shadow suggested practically under its breath.
"I put all my trust in you, Narauko. Do not fail me," the man sternly and shooed the shadow out of the room. The oak door closed loudly behind him and he smiled a crooked smile and hurried on his way to carry out his master's plan.
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The Fellowship stopped once more before they reached their destination. Unfortunately, for Seregwen they were nowhere near any proper shade or a decent place to hunt. She was weak and by now the whole company knew. Gandalf tried to help but she declined immediately. She even turned down Legolas and was getting even more irritable. When Seregwen had the very last of everyone bothering her she stormed off into the grassy plains. When She could no longer see the company she sighed heavily in relief. But just as he anger eased a bitter feeling of pain shoot through her spine.
'Your time is now, Seregwen...The call of your ancestors is too great to resist...'
Seregwen stopped abruptly in her uncertain path. A wind blew briskly through her black hair and swirled around picking up the dead leaves and brush in its path. In the wind the sinister voice whispered, but it was harsh this time. The voice was demanding and rung into the deep recesses of her mind awakening the real vampire inside of her. Her ancient blood rushed through her veins and it urged her on. But for Seregwen it was terrible. Her whole body was battered with pain and there was no one to help her.
"Legolas..." Seregwen whimpered collapsing to the hard weathered ground. The pain was beyond her belief and it was by her own people. Seregwen could feel her bones clench and vibrate within her as an unknown entity approached her. The figure was also cloaked in darkness and their hood pulled snuggly over the head. Through the darkened hood two red eyes glowed and flashed it's white teeth, laughing at her pain. When the figure stood above her it knelt down before her. It took her chin roughly in its sharp claws and drew blood from her face. The figure liked its lips and finally spoke.
"How are you, my sister?" he hissed with a smile. Seregwen looked up at the shadowed man with question. He just laughed and realized that she had no idea who he was. "Oh, yes I forgot mother never told you had a brother, did she? Well only half. Thankfully I am pure blood vampire,"
"W-who a-are y-you?" Seregwen got out as the pain spread all over her body. The figure withdrew its hand and licked each finger one by one. Seregwen was disgusted when he smiled at the taste.
"You don't even recognized your own brother, Narauko?" he asked wiping the rest of the blood from his hand and stood up. Seregwen still didn't understand him. The man, Narauko, sighed at her ignorance. "Before our mother had an affair with that elf and had you I was her son. Because of you she was killed, but she was a wench, anyways." With his every word Narauko poisoned Seregwen's mind.
"T-that's n-not t-true," Seregwen sputtered pushing out his words. Narauko came down on his haunches and stared into her eyes sending Seregwen into more sprawls of agony.
"Oh, yes it is, little sister. And it is time you become what you are destined to be." With the snap of Narauko's fingers he was gone and the pain died from Seregwen's body. It was like he was source of the pain. At first Seregwen wasn't sure what to make of what just happened, but she knew that Gandalf would know what to do.
She staggered to her feet and dashed to where the fellowship was resting. The hobbits were joking by a small fire that had made. Legolas and Aragorn were lent up against a lone tree nearby. Lastly, Gandalf was huddled up in his white cloaks blowing smoke rings into the air. But when Seregwen saw them all standing around her hunger grew. She absently licked her dry lips at the sight. Seregwen could almost hear the blood pumping through their veins and it was driving her crazy.
"Gandalf!" Seregwen choked out as best she could trying to block the hunger out of her head. Everyone rushed over as she weakly tried to stand up. When her legs gave way Legolas caught her in his arms.
"What is wrong, Seregwen?" Gandalf asked urgently reaching out and touch her cheek, but quickly pulled away when she tried to bite it. Seregwen thrashed out Legolas' arms scratching and clawing to get away.
"Hold her tight, Legolas!" Aragorn instructed shooing the hobbits back and pulled out a rope. Legolas clung tighter as Seregwen screamed out. They drug her to a tree and tied her to it. When Legolas got a good look at her he was astonished. Her eyes were no longer the green they used to be, but blood red.
"Gandalf, what is wrong with her?" Pippin asked coming closer to them, but still kept his distance from Seregwen.
"I am not sure what to make of it. This is not Seregwen at all," he pondered watching her kick and screech like an animal. Legolas just stared in disbelief at her as he clasped a hand over the gash on his arm she had given him. Gandalf was right this was not Seregwen at all.
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[[a/n: Sorry for the long delay I've been busy and I had writers block for looooong time. Well, please review. I really like to know what you think even if you don't like it. Tell me!]]
It was a sad day in Edoras when the company left. Èomer gladly lent them some of his finest steeds-- and ponies for the hobbits--for the journey to Mordor. Èomer also gave to them supplies to last them well after their journey was over. When their final goodbyes were spoken they departed immediately from Edoras. They were making there way straight to Minas Triths before the final assault on Mordor. Seregwen did not want to stop and rest once more before they reached Mordor.
Seregwen clung loosely around Legolas' torso as they rode through the night. She hadn't feed in a while because of the lack of fauna in the plains of Middle-earth. Once again she was forced to clothe her fully for there were no shadows for her to hide in to protect herself from the sun. Legolas seemed to notice this and tried to keep her on her feet until they reached more prosperous areas.
"How are you fairing back there, melamin my love?" Legolas questioned when he felt Seregwen shift in front of him.
"I do not know of I can bare another night," she confessed breathlessly. Her tone worried Legolas. He did not know if she could last until they made it to Gondor.
"Be strong, Seregwen. By the time we reach the borders of Gondor you will be fully nourished," Legolas assured hugging her closer to him. He could only hope that they would make it there in time.
~*~
Meanwhile in the dark confines of Mordor an unusual shadowed figure crept through the endless tunnels. Torchlight lit the tunnels but they weren't enough to fend off the evil darkness. At the end of the hall there was a large red oak door carved with many malevolent inscriptions. The shadowed figure lifted its hand out from under the heavy cloak it wore and traced one of the smaller inscriptions. After a moment the door creaked and swung open revealing a large black throne. In it sat a pale man with piercing black eyes. The shadowed figure knelt before him and waited for its master to speak.
"What news have you for me, Narauko?" The man motioning to the shadowed shape on the floor. It lifted up its head so that they locked eyes. Red fighting with black.
"They left Rohan just a few days ago and are making their way to Minas Triths," It reported looking back to the ground. The man paused to relay the information and decide their next plan of action.
"What of Seregwen?" he pondered out loud.
"She is weak from lack of hunting. Blood is scare in the plains. This would a perfect chance to turn her," the shadow suggested practically under its breath.
"I put all my trust in you, Narauko. Do not fail me," the man sternly and shooed the shadow out of the room. The oak door closed loudly behind him and he smiled a crooked smile and hurried on his way to carry out his master's plan.
~*~
The Fellowship stopped once more before they reached their destination. Unfortunately, for Seregwen they were nowhere near any proper shade or a decent place to hunt. She was weak and by now the whole company knew. Gandalf tried to help but she declined immediately. She even turned down Legolas and was getting even more irritable. When Seregwen had the very last of everyone bothering her she stormed off into the grassy plains. When She could no longer see the company she sighed heavily in relief. But just as he anger eased a bitter feeling of pain shoot through her spine.
'Your time is now, Seregwen...The call of your ancestors is too great to resist...'
Seregwen stopped abruptly in her uncertain path. A wind blew briskly through her black hair and swirled around picking up the dead leaves and brush in its path. In the wind the sinister voice whispered, but it was harsh this time. The voice was demanding and rung into the deep recesses of her mind awakening the real vampire inside of her. Her ancient blood rushed through her veins and it urged her on. But for Seregwen it was terrible. Her whole body was battered with pain and there was no one to help her.
"Legolas..." Seregwen whimpered collapsing to the hard weathered ground. The pain was beyond her belief and it was by her own people. Seregwen could feel her bones clench and vibrate within her as an unknown entity approached her. The figure was also cloaked in darkness and their hood pulled snuggly over the head. Through the darkened hood two red eyes glowed and flashed it's white teeth, laughing at her pain. When the figure stood above her it knelt down before her. It took her chin roughly in its sharp claws and drew blood from her face. The figure liked its lips and finally spoke.
"How are you, my sister?" he hissed with a smile. Seregwen looked up at the shadowed man with question. He just laughed and realized that she had no idea who he was. "Oh, yes I forgot mother never told you had a brother, did she? Well only half. Thankfully I am pure blood vampire,"
"W-who a-are y-you?" Seregwen got out as the pain spread all over her body. The figure withdrew its hand and licked each finger one by one. Seregwen was disgusted when he smiled at the taste.
"You don't even recognized your own brother, Narauko?" he asked wiping the rest of the blood from his hand and stood up. Seregwen still didn't understand him. The man, Narauko, sighed at her ignorance. "Before our mother had an affair with that elf and had you I was her son. Because of you she was killed, but she was a wench, anyways." With his every word Narauko poisoned Seregwen's mind.
"T-that's n-not t-true," Seregwen sputtered pushing out his words. Narauko came down on his haunches and stared into her eyes sending Seregwen into more sprawls of agony.
"Oh, yes it is, little sister. And it is time you become what you are destined to be." With the snap of Narauko's fingers he was gone and the pain died from Seregwen's body. It was like he was source of the pain. At first Seregwen wasn't sure what to make of what just happened, but she knew that Gandalf would know what to do.
She staggered to her feet and dashed to where the fellowship was resting. The hobbits were joking by a small fire that had made. Legolas and Aragorn were lent up against a lone tree nearby. Lastly, Gandalf was huddled up in his white cloaks blowing smoke rings into the air. But when Seregwen saw them all standing around her hunger grew. She absently licked her dry lips at the sight. Seregwen could almost hear the blood pumping through their veins and it was driving her crazy.
"Gandalf!" Seregwen choked out as best she could trying to block the hunger out of her head. Everyone rushed over as she weakly tried to stand up. When her legs gave way Legolas caught her in his arms.
"What is wrong, Seregwen?" Gandalf asked urgently reaching out and touch her cheek, but quickly pulled away when she tried to bite it. Seregwen thrashed out Legolas' arms scratching and clawing to get away.
"Hold her tight, Legolas!" Aragorn instructed shooing the hobbits back and pulled out a rope. Legolas clung tighter as Seregwen screamed out. They drug her to a tree and tied her to it. When Legolas got a good look at her he was astonished. Her eyes were no longer the green they used to be, but blood red.
"Gandalf, what is wrong with her?" Pippin asked coming closer to them, but still kept his distance from Seregwen.
"I am not sure what to make of it. This is not Seregwen at all," he pondered watching her kick and screech like an animal. Legolas just stared in disbelief at her as he clasped a hand over the gash on his arm she had given him. Gandalf was right this was not Seregwen at all.
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[[a/n: Sorry for the long delay I've been busy and I had writers block for looooong time. Well, please review. I really like to know what you think even if you don't like it. Tell me!]]
