A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, but REAL life got in the way. Stupid reality. Anyway, updates may be even MORE
delayed as I've started school again (grade 9! Yay!). Please stay with me. I'm writing as fast as I can.
A/N: In case any of you start to wonder, _words between these things indicate Galadriel telepathy_
A/N: Thanks to ALL my reviewers! You're the ones that keep me going.
Lady E: You're right. Literally translated, "Seregwen" means "blood maiden" or "blood woman."
Sam (a.k.a. "Bob Fish"): Thanks for FINALLY finding my account. I'm glad Bob likes the story, but because he eats Elves, I'm
forced to dislike him even more. Watch out for your precious Bob, he might... disappear one of these days.
Chapter 14: Lies
Galadriel threw a menacing look at the Elf behind her as he shoved her roughly ahead of him. Her wrists had been bound,
and she was gagged. They had permitted her to walk on her own, but she didn't see the logic in trying to escape, as every one
of her captors had a sword sheathed at his waist and she wouldn't have been surprised if the Human who appeared to be
leading the little search party had a dagger or two in his boot or up his sleeve.
They had found her about half an hour earlier in her chambers. Normally, Galadriel would have stayed to help the people she
led, but these weren't normal circumstances. After Orophin had been shot, she ran. She couldn't stop herself. Eventually, she
had found her way to her chambers, and there she sat, the guilt of what had just happened picking her apart. The Lady of
Lothlorien, who had seen so many hardships in her long lifetime, for once, didn't know what to do. Orophin had died protecting
her, and that would lie on her conscience for eternity. Of course it wasn't her fault. Amargwaith had shot the arrow, and there
was nothing she could have done to stop it. Orophin had said he would be willing to give his life for her, and that's what he did.
The Valar would honor his spirit greatly for that.
Galadriel was jarred back into the present by another shove from her guard. Orophin was gone. Nothing she did now could
change that.
Her thoughts shifted on the tall, dark haired Man walking ahead of her. His footsteps were silent, for a Human's, like he'd
been trained in the ways of the Elves. But this Man had something troubling him.
The Lady stared at him, hoping in the back of her mind that she was walking fast enough for those behind her, as another
push would spoil her concentration. Gently, silently, she probed through his mind, trying to find something she could use to free
herself. It was manipulative, yes, but the only other option was to willingly hand her life over to Amargwaith without a fight, and
she was not going to let that happen.
Had the gag been removed from her mouth, she would have gasped at what she found out. This Man's entire purpose for
living was a lie. His idea of her people was the complete opposite of what they really were. Really, she shouldn't have been so
surprised; Amargwaith was his mentor, after all.
Galadriel knew that if she wanted to be free, she would have to set him straight.
_Dorlas._ She called to him using the name extracted from his mind.
Immediately, the Human held out a hand in warning to his followers and scanned the forest in surrounding him for any
unwelcome guests.
_There is no one here, Dorlas. No one you can't already see, at least._
Nervousness and slight panic arose on Dorlas' face as he continued to search the area. Soon, his eyes fell on Galadriel, and
his eyes narrowed in malice.
_Do not say anything, Dorlas,_ Galadriel instructed her captor, _Continue walking. You are the only one who can hear me,
and you will not want the ones you lead thinking you mad._
The Man glared at her a moment more, but eventually turned around and continued walking. As soon as he obeyed her,
Galadriel started to tell him the truth of his childhood.
~~~~~~~
As Dorlas listened, his thoughts grew darker and darker. His entire reason for living was a lie. He wanted to believe that the
Elven queen was just launching a ploy to allow herself escape, but that wasn't the case. Her voice rang with a truth that could
not be ignored. Amargwaith, his mentor and surrogate father since he was a child, had lied to him.
When he really thought about it, he was amazed he could have been so stupid. Nothing of what he had seen in Lothlorien
justified Amargwaith's story. Capturing the Elves had been too easy; the only one who had shown any inclination to fight back
was the blonde one, protecting his family. Dorlas was suddenly hit with a memory of his father doing exactly the same thing as a
raven haired Elf advanced on him with a sword in one hand, and a burning torch in the other.
A raven haired Elf. The darkest hair color of any Elf in Lorien was the dark brown of the other female he had captured. All
the other Elves had golden hair and had never shown any sign of violence at all.
The Elven witch was right. Amargwaith had killed his family.
All of a sudden, a white hot, burning rage enveloped him, and he had to fight the urge to break down and cry. The first time
he had cried since his first encounter with Amargwaith. His entire life, he had been lied to and used. Well, he wasn't going to let
that happen anymore. He had committed many acts of savagery in his lifetime, and maybe this wasn't going to make up for all of
them, but he could at least help Galadriel, the Elf who had shown him the light in the first place, escape.
~~~~~~~
After she had told Dorlas the entire story, Galadriel went silent and allowed the Human to mull the thing over in his mind for a
while. She had done all she could, so there was no need in over-doing it now.
Soon after, the entourage reached the concealed entrance of Amargwaith's cave. Once inside, Dorlas sent his troops away,
saying that he would deliver Galadriel to Amargwaith personally. Galadriel stared down at her feet. It appeared that her efforts
had been in vain. She was going to die within the next few hours.
She had all but given up hope when Dorlas pulled her down a deserted corridor and whispered roughly into her ear, "Play
along. I'm going to get you out of here."
delayed as I've started school again (grade 9! Yay!). Please stay with me. I'm writing as fast as I can.
A/N: In case any of you start to wonder, _words between these things indicate Galadriel telepathy_
A/N: Thanks to ALL my reviewers! You're the ones that keep me going.
Lady E: You're right. Literally translated, "Seregwen" means "blood maiden" or "blood woman."
Sam (a.k.a. "Bob Fish"): Thanks for FINALLY finding my account. I'm glad Bob likes the story, but because he eats Elves, I'm
forced to dislike him even more. Watch out for your precious Bob, he might... disappear one of these days.
Chapter 14: Lies
Galadriel threw a menacing look at the Elf behind her as he shoved her roughly ahead of him. Her wrists had been bound,
and she was gagged. They had permitted her to walk on her own, but she didn't see the logic in trying to escape, as every one
of her captors had a sword sheathed at his waist and she wouldn't have been surprised if the Human who appeared to be
leading the little search party had a dagger or two in his boot or up his sleeve.
They had found her about half an hour earlier in her chambers. Normally, Galadriel would have stayed to help the people she
led, but these weren't normal circumstances. After Orophin had been shot, she ran. She couldn't stop herself. Eventually, she
had found her way to her chambers, and there she sat, the guilt of what had just happened picking her apart. The Lady of
Lothlorien, who had seen so many hardships in her long lifetime, for once, didn't know what to do. Orophin had died protecting
her, and that would lie on her conscience for eternity. Of course it wasn't her fault. Amargwaith had shot the arrow, and there
was nothing she could have done to stop it. Orophin had said he would be willing to give his life for her, and that's what he did.
The Valar would honor his spirit greatly for that.
Galadriel was jarred back into the present by another shove from her guard. Orophin was gone. Nothing she did now could
change that.
Her thoughts shifted on the tall, dark haired Man walking ahead of her. His footsteps were silent, for a Human's, like he'd
been trained in the ways of the Elves. But this Man had something troubling him.
The Lady stared at him, hoping in the back of her mind that she was walking fast enough for those behind her, as another
push would spoil her concentration. Gently, silently, she probed through his mind, trying to find something she could use to free
herself. It was manipulative, yes, but the only other option was to willingly hand her life over to Amargwaith without a fight, and
she was not going to let that happen.
Had the gag been removed from her mouth, she would have gasped at what she found out. This Man's entire purpose for
living was a lie. His idea of her people was the complete opposite of what they really were. Really, she shouldn't have been so
surprised; Amargwaith was his mentor, after all.
Galadriel knew that if she wanted to be free, she would have to set him straight.
_Dorlas._ She called to him using the name extracted from his mind.
Immediately, the Human held out a hand in warning to his followers and scanned the forest in surrounding him for any
unwelcome guests.
_There is no one here, Dorlas. No one you can't already see, at least._
Nervousness and slight panic arose on Dorlas' face as he continued to search the area. Soon, his eyes fell on Galadriel, and
his eyes narrowed in malice.
_Do not say anything, Dorlas,_ Galadriel instructed her captor, _Continue walking. You are the only one who can hear me,
and you will not want the ones you lead thinking you mad._
The Man glared at her a moment more, but eventually turned around and continued walking. As soon as he obeyed her,
Galadriel started to tell him the truth of his childhood.
~~~~~~~
As Dorlas listened, his thoughts grew darker and darker. His entire reason for living was a lie. He wanted to believe that the
Elven queen was just launching a ploy to allow herself escape, but that wasn't the case. Her voice rang with a truth that could
not be ignored. Amargwaith, his mentor and surrogate father since he was a child, had lied to him.
When he really thought about it, he was amazed he could have been so stupid. Nothing of what he had seen in Lothlorien
justified Amargwaith's story. Capturing the Elves had been too easy; the only one who had shown any inclination to fight back
was the blonde one, protecting his family. Dorlas was suddenly hit with a memory of his father doing exactly the same thing as a
raven haired Elf advanced on him with a sword in one hand, and a burning torch in the other.
A raven haired Elf. The darkest hair color of any Elf in Lorien was the dark brown of the other female he had captured. All
the other Elves had golden hair and had never shown any sign of violence at all.
The Elven witch was right. Amargwaith had killed his family.
All of a sudden, a white hot, burning rage enveloped him, and he had to fight the urge to break down and cry. The first time
he had cried since his first encounter with Amargwaith. His entire life, he had been lied to and used. Well, he wasn't going to let
that happen anymore. He had committed many acts of savagery in his lifetime, and maybe this wasn't going to make up for all of
them, but he could at least help Galadriel, the Elf who had shown him the light in the first place, escape.
~~~~~~~
After she had told Dorlas the entire story, Galadriel went silent and allowed the Human to mull the thing over in his mind for a
while. She had done all she could, so there was no need in over-doing it now.
Soon after, the entourage reached the concealed entrance of Amargwaith's cave. Once inside, Dorlas sent his troops away,
saying that he would deliver Galadriel to Amargwaith personally. Galadriel stared down at her feet. It appeared that her efforts
had been in vain. She was going to die within the next few hours.
She had all but given up hope when Dorlas pulled her down a deserted corridor and whispered roughly into her ear, "Play
along. I'm going to get you out of here."