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Corruption
Chapter Eight - A Bright Light Has Gone Out.
Sauron had reached Rivendell, a smile widening on his face as he neared the Elven city. He let out a laugh as he crossed the river without any trouble and pulled Galadriel roughly off the horse with him as he began his walk towards the House of Elrond. Although Galadriel looked limp and numb with shock and horror, her mind was racing, trying to find ways to escape Sauron's grip and prevent him from destroying Rivendell.
After passing through into Rivendell unnoticed, Sauron drew a dagger with a Mithril blade and took Galadriels arm, leading her towards the House of Elrond.
They were met by an Elf wielding a sword and a disapproving look. She looked at Galadriel and frowned. Something about her looked familiar...
"What business do you have here?" She demanded, her sword unsheathed. She was twirling it slowly with nervous fingers, the point rested on the ground.
Sauron sighed and glared at the Elf, though she would not see anyway as his hood was pulled down low over his face.
"I wish to see Lord Elrond and his daughter." He said, his grip on Galadriels arm tightening a little in annoyance.
The Elf stroked the hilt of her sword nervously with her thumb. She didn't like this stranger's tone.
"L-Lady?" She stammered unintentionally.
Sauron was sick of her already and revealed his dagger, stepped behind Galadriel and held the blade over her throat.
"She's with me."
**
The One Ring lay alone, on a pile of smoking ashes. Down one side of the golden ring was a thick, jagged, white scratch; the first to ever mark the Ring.
An Eastling troop marched past, their boots crunching on the hard ground and their calls echoing in the mountains of sheer rock around them.
A straggler snuck out of the ranks to relieve himself. He was annoyed at having to march so long and so hard to get to this land called Mordor. Just as he was about to rejoin the ranks, a glint of gold caught his eye.
It was the One Ring.
The Eastlings breath caught in his throat as he bent to pick up the ring. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and pocketed the ring before sneaking back to the marching column, a wicked smile on his face.
But what he didn't see was the body that lay a few metres away from the ring, hidden by a large tree.
This fool, dressed in white, had tried to destroy the One Ring. And now he was dead.
**
Theoden's people marched in glum silence. Not long before, they had been ordered by the King to pack only the things that they were in urgent need of and prepare themselves to make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. For too long, the King decided, had the armies of Isengard been attacking his people and he had had enough.
And not long before the King had ordered this, Gandalf the White had rid him of Saruman and his awful servant, Wormtongue. Although his visit had been short lived, it proved very useful, and Theoden wished that Gandalf had stuck around a little longer.
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were riding a little way behind the King along with Sam and Frodo. Even though Legolas had notified Gimli and Aragorn that there were two Hobbits at Edoras, he hadn't said which two Hobbits were there, and Aragorn certainly hadn't expected it to be Frodo and Sam who welcomed them to the Golden Hall.
They now chatted lightly, swapping stories and experiences.
"So, you met the creature Gollum, then?" Aragorn asked, dismounting his horse to stretch his legs. He gave Sam, who had been walking the last few minutes, a lift up onto the horse.
Sam made a face, then smiled.
"Yeah, and he likes the strangest things! He has an awful smell about him too, of ...rotten fish.."
Legolas raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Pleasant." He commented, ignoring a loud chuckle that escaped from Gimli.
Frodo laughed quietly and glanced at Sam, smiling. Although his face was smiling, inside he felt empty.
He craved the Ring and hated the one who had taken it from him.
**
No one dared to stop Sauron from entering the House of Elrond from fear that he would kill Galadriel like he threatened to.
He met Elrond and as they conversed, made Galadriel search for Arwen, his threat to make her do so was to kill Elrond.
Galadriel wandered the beautiful corridors of Rivendell slowly, savouring the feelings of calm and serenity.
These uplifting feelings didn't last long, as a wave of sorrow hit Galadriel. She leaned against a wall of marble and sank to the floor, holding back violent sobs of sadness.
She put her hands over her face and sighed deeply, feeling drained and helpless.
"Someone's going to die." She said quietly to herself, her voice with an edge of bitterness, knowing it was true.
**
Lord Elrond glared at Sauron with the deepest hate he could muster. He was in a difficult position. Here was, right in front of him, Lord Sauron, the forger of the Rings of Power and yet he was powerless to stop him. He knew that Sauron would not hesitate to kill anyone who made trouble and to launch an attack on Rivendell at the first sign of trouble.
Lord Elrond studied Sauron closely, watching for any hidden weapons. The Dark Lord was heavily cloaked in black, the hood of his cloak covering his face completely. Elrond was wondering what the face of the Dark Lord would look like when his daughter, Arwen came strolling into the room, her eyes immediately on the stranger in her father's presence.
Sauron looked up and smiled, though neither Lord Elrond of Arwen saw it.
"Ahh, Princess Arwen, welcome."
Arwen frowned. "You welcome me to my own home, stranger?"
Sauron chuckled and shook his head. He didn't reply.
Elrond took Arwens arm and looked pointedly at the door, hoping she would get the hint. And she was about to leave, when Sauron spoke again.
"Princess, would you please get the White Lady for me?"
Arwen raised a questioning eyebrow at Sauron and stay put.
"I did not know she was here." Arwen said, looking at her father for confirmation.
Elrond pursed his lips and nodded grimly at Arwen.
"All right then." She said softly, leaving to look for her grandmother.
Elrond looked after Arwen, then turned and continued studying the Dark Lords form.
"Why do you come here, Sauron?" Elrond said, trying his hardest not to spit at his name.
Sauron turned and looked out one of the many windows. He seemed to be studying the sky, completely ignoring Elrond's question.
Galadriel came into the room with Arwen, breaking the silence that had stretched as a result of Elrond question.
Sauron turned, and his face brightened when he saw Galadriel.
"Yes, now I have an audience!" He said, sweeping his arms around.
Galadriel looked pale and very tired. Arwen had been shocked when she first saw her grandmother, wondering how she had come to look so ... withdrawn.
Elrond's frown deepened.
"Audience to what?"
Sauron ignored Elronds question and looked directly at Galadriel.
Beneath his hood, Galadriel saw a hint of a pair of piercing blue eyes staring out at her. She shuddered, unwillingly.
"How dark will the Elven world be without their Evenstar?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Blood drained from Galadriels face.
"No-" She whispered, an awful dizzy feeling coming over her.
Sauron chuckled and flashed a smile at Arwen.
"You cannot commit this!" Galadriel protested once she had composed herself. Arwen looked at Galadriel and was amazed at how angry she looked.
Sauron sighed irritably and turned to Galadriel, a sneer on his hidden face.
"And what can you do about it?" He snarled, his hand on a dagger hidden in the folds of his cloak.
Galadriel didn't reply, just gave a searing glare in his direction.
"Yes," Sauron said, releasing the hilt of his dagger. "I thought as much. Nothing. Just like when I killed you husband."
Elrond and Arwen both gasped in disbelief and anger.
"You WHAT?" Elrond demanded, his eyes wide with horror.
Sauron laughed lightly, as if someone had just made a joke.
"I killed Celeborn, it was fun too."
Galadriel bit her lip to stop the tears from spilling. Her nails were biting into her palm and a sweat was breaking out on her forehead.
Sauron walked away from the three elves and into another room.
"Ah, Narsil."
Elrond, Arwen and Galadriel following Sauron and saw what he was looking at. It was a painting of Isildur bearing Narsil, and the Dark Lord bending over him, his hand outstretched.
Sauron reached out a gloved hand and touched the painted picture of himself, completely caught up in the moment.
He then jerked his hand back and glared at the figure of Isildur.
"Narsil." He said again, this time in a mocking voice.
"The blade that cut the hand from the Dark Lord himself."
Sauron touched the picture of the broken hilt, and immediately, it appeared in his hand, shards and all.
Arwen gasped and stared at the shards of Narsil in disbelief.
"How-"
"You Love will not miss it." Sauron said, cutting Arwen off.
He selected one of the shards; a long pointed one, and turned it over in his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and blew of it, as if to rid it of dust.
The shard started glowing a brilliant white colour and it slowly rose into the air.
Arwen covered her eyes, the light was blinding.
"How dark will the Elven world be without their Evenstar?" Sauron repeated, taking a step closer to Arwen.
Arwen backed up hastily, nearly tripping over her dress in the process.
Sauron lifted an arm and pointed at Arwens heart.
The shard sped forward, eager to pierce Arwens soft flesh.
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Hi! I'm so sorry that I took ages to update. I've just been kinda busy at the moment. I know I left an awful cliffhanger, and I shouldn't really cos I HATE them, but otherwise this chapter would be mega long, and would probably get boring after a while. I'll try and update mega soon.
Corruption
Chapter Eight - A Bright Light Has Gone Out.
Sauron had reached Rivendell, a smile widening on his face as he neared the Elven city. He let out a laugh as he crossed the river without any trouble and pulled Galadriel roughly off the horse with him as he began his walk towards the House of Elrond. Although Galadriel looked limp and numb with shock and horror, her mind was racing, trying to find ways to escape Sauron's grip and prevent him from destroying Rivendell.
After passing through into Rivendell unnoticed, Sauron drew a dagger with a Mithril blade and took Galadriels arm, leading her towards the House of Elrond.
They were met by an Elf wielding a sword and a disapproving look. She looked at Galadriel and frowned. Something about her looked familiar...
"What business do you have here?" She demanded, her sword unsheathed. She was twirling it slowly with nervous fingers, the point rested on the ground.
Sauron sighed and glared at the Elf, though she would not see anyway as his hood was pulled down low over his face.
"I wish to see Lord Elrond and his daughter." He said, his grip on Galadriels arm tightening a little in annoyance.
The Elf stroked the hilt of her sword nervously with her thumb. She didn't like this stranger's tone.
"L-Lady?" She stammered unintentionally.
Sauron was sick of her already and revealed his dagger, stepped behind Galadriel and held the blade over her throat.
"She's with me."
**
The One Ring lay alone, on a pile of smoking ashes. Down one side of the golden ring was a thick, jagged, white scratch; the first to ever mark the Ring.
An Eastling troop marched past, their boots crunching on the hard ground and their calls echoing in the mountains of sheer rock around them.
A straggler snuck out of the ranks to relieve himself. He was annoyed at having to march so long and so hard to get to this land called Mordor. Just as he was about to rejoin the ranks, a glint of gold caught his eye.
It was the One Ring.
The Eastlings breath caught in his throat as he bent to pick up the ring. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and pocketed the ring before sneaking back to the marching column, a wicked smile on his face.
But what he didn't see was the body that lay a few metres away from the ring, hidden by a large tree.
This fool, dressed in white, had tried to destroy the One Ring. And now he was dead.
**
Theoden's people marched in glum silence. Not long before, they had been ordered by the King to pack only the things that they were in urgent need of and prepare themselves to make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. For too long, the King decided, had the armies of Isengard been attacking his people and he had had enough.
And not long before the King had ordered this, Gandalf the White had rid him of Saruman and his awful servant, Wormtongue. Although his visit had been short lived, it proved very useful, and Theoden wished that Gandalf had stuck around a little longer.
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were riding a little way behind the King along with Sam and Frodo. Even though Legolas had notified Gimli and Aragorn that there were two Hobbits at Edoras, he hadn't said which two Hobbits were there, and Aragorn certainly hadn't expected it to be Frodo and Sam who welcomed them to the Golden Hall.
They now chatted lightly, swapping stories and experiences.
"So, you met the creature Gollum, then?" Aragorn asked, dismounting his horse to stretch his legs. He gave Sam, who had been walking the last few minutes, a lift up onto the horse.
Sam made a face, then smiled.
"Yeah, and he likes the strangest things! He has an awful smell about him too, of ...rotten fish.."
Legolas raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Pleasant." He commented, ignoring a loud chuckle that escaped from Gimli.
Frodo laughed quietly and glanced at Sam, smiling. Although his face was smiling, inside he felt empty.
He craved the Ring and hated the one who had taken it from him.
**
No one dared to stop Sauron from entering the House of Elrond from fear that he would kill Galadriel like he threatened to.
He met Elrond and as they conversed, made Galadriel search for Arwen, his threat to make her do so was to kill Elrond.
Galadriel wandered the beautiful corridors of Rivendell slowly, savouring the feelings of calm and serenity.
These uplifting feelings didn't last long, as a wave of sorrow hit Galadriel. She leaned against a wall of marble and sank to the floor, holding back violent sobs of sadness.
She put her hands over her face and sighed deeply, feeling drained and helpless.
"Someone's going to die." She said quietly to herself, her voice with an edge of bitterness, knowing it was true.
**
Lord Elrond glared at Sauron with the deepest hate he could muster. He was in a difficult position. Here was, right in front of him, Lord Sauron, the forger of the Rings of Power and yet he was powerless to stop him. He knew that Sauron would not hesitate to kill anyone who made trouble and to launch an attack on Rivendell at the first sign of trouble.
Lord Elrond studied Sauron closely, watching for any hidden weapons. The Dark Lord was heavily cloaked in black, the hood of his cloak covering his face completely. Elrond was wondering what the face of the Dark Lord would look like when his daughter, Arwen came strolling into the room, her eyes immediately on the stranger in her father's presence.
Sauron looked up and smiled, though neither Lord Elrond of Arwen saw it.
"Ahh, Princess Arwen, welcome."
Arwen frowned. "You welcome me to my own home, stranger?"
Sauron chuckled and shook his head. He didn't reply.
Elrond took Arwens arm and looked pointedly at the door, hoping she would get the hint. And she was about to leave, when Sauron spoke again.
"Princess, would you please get the White Lady for me?"
Arwen raised a questioning eyebrow at Sauron and stay put.
"I did not know she was here." Arwen said, looking at her father for confirmation.
Elrond pursed his lips and nodded grimly at Arwen.
"All right then." She said softly, leaving to look for her grandmother.
Elrond looked after Arwen, then turned and continued studying the Dark Lords form.
"Why do you come here, Sauron?" Elrond said, trying his hardest not to spit at his name.
Sauron turned and looked out one of the many windows. He seemed to be studying the sky, completely ignoring Elrond's question.
Galadriel came into the room with Arwen, breaking the silence that had stretched as a result of Elrond question.
Sauron turned, and his face brightened when he saw Galadriel.
"Yes, now I have an audience!" He said, sweeping his arms around.
Galadriel looked pale and very tired. Arwen had been shocked when she first saw her grandmother, wondering how she had come to look so ... withdrawn.
Elrond's frown deepened.
"Audience to what?"
Sauron ignored Elronds question and looked directly at Galadriel.
Beneath his hood, Galadriel saw a hint of a pair of piercing blue eyes staring out at her. She shuddered, unwillingly.
"How dark will the Elven world be without their Evenstar?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Blood drained from Galadriels face.
"No-" She whispered, an awful dizzy feeling coming over her.
Sauron chuckled and flashed a smile at Arwen.
"You cannot commit this!" Galadriel protested once she had composed herself. Arwen looked at Galadriel and was amazed at how angry she looked.
Sauron sighed irritably and turned to Galadriel, a sneer on his hidden face.
"And what can you do about it?" He snarled, his hand on a dagger hidden in the folds of his cloak.
Galadriel didn't reply, just gave a searing glare in his direction.
"Yes," Sauron said, releasing the hilt of his dagger. "I thought as much. Nothing. Just like when I killed you husband."
Elrond and Arwen both gasped in disbelief and anger.
"You WHAT?" Elrond demanded, his eyes wide with horror.
Sauron laughed lightly, as if someone had just made a joke.
"I killed Celeborn, it was fun too."
Galadriel bit her lip to stop the tears from spilling. Her nails were biting into her palm and a sweat was breaking out on her forehead.
Sauron walked away from the three elves and into another room.
"Ah, Narsil."
Elrond, Arwen and Galadriel following Sauron and saw what he was looking at. It was a painting of Isildur bearing Narsil, and the Dark Lord bending over him, his hand outstretched.
Sauron reached out a gloved hand and touched the painted picture of himself, completely caught up in the moment.
He then jerked his hand back and glared at the figure of Isildur.
"Narsil." He said again, this time in a mocking voice.
"The blade that cut the hand from the Dark Lord himself."
Sauron touched the picture of the broken hilt, and immediately, it appeared in his hand, shards and all.
Arwen gasped and stared at the shards of Narsil in disbelief.
"How-"
"You Love will not miss it." Sauron said, cutting Arwen off.
He selected one of the shards; a long pointed one, and turned it over in his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and blew of it, as if to rid it of dust.
The shard started glowing a brilliant white colour and it slowly rose into the air.
Arwen covered her eyes, the light was blinding.
"How dark will the Elven world be without their Evenstar?" Sauron repeated, taking a step closer to Arwen.
Arwen backed up hastily, nearly tripping over her dress in the process.
Sauron lifted an arm and pointed at Arwens heart.
The shard sped forward, eager to pierce Arwens soft flesh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi! I'm so sorry that I took ages to update. I've just been kinda busy at the moment. I know I left an awful cliffhanger, and I shouldn't really cos I HATE them, but otherwise this chapter would be mega long, and would probably get boring after a while. I'll try and update mega soon.