Lady of Mordor
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the plot and unrecognizable characters.
Chapter Two
A Lesson Learned
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"Do not fail," were the Orc's words as he watched her mount the brown steed, pawing the ground gently.
"I..." She hesitated suddenly. "Won't..." Her voice was barely audible, a ghost of a whisper. She turned to stare at the Orc, unshed tears glittering in her eyes. She wanted to fail, she wanted to leave. But she couldn't.
"Good," the Orc snarled as he fumbled with his belt. He shoved a sheathed sword into her arms. She felt its heavy weight under her and her arms started to shake violently. The Orc sneered at her with a mocking smile on his face.
"You cannot even hold a simple sword!" he sneered. "I cannot believe the Lord wants a She-Elf of all creatures kill a well guarded Hobbit!" He snatched the sword, relieving her of its weight and started to search inside his armor. His hand emerged with a sheathed dagger, his black stained fingers wrapped around it and he tossed it to Fuinwen.
"Go," he said, the mocking sneer still on his face. "I expect you shall return, but I doubt it. I shall be highly surprised if you do return alive." Fuinwen merely nodded and kicked the stallion's side gently.
The horse, in return, began to gallop across the barren land of Mordor riddled with ash and dust. The black sky hung above her, stained with ash as well as the ground. The wind whistled in her ears as she rode on, escaping the sight of Barad-dur.
Her hand gripped tightly onto the thong tied around the horse. She felt fear in building in her heart. A fear of falling, a fear of the future, a fear of change...
As her eyes watched the sky ahead, a thin line of dark blue was seen, separating the black sky of Mordor from itself. A spark of relief flowed through her but she was still afraid of what was lying before her feet.
She urged her steed to ride faster, desperate to reach the thin blue line, escaping the darkness she had seen for too long. The blue sky seemed so far but she continued riding. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she would see a clear night sky she had longed to see for years.
Her eyes slowly opened. A dark blue sky hung above her specked with glowing stars and a bright beautiful moon. She breathed the fresh crisp air of autumn and stared behind her. The darkness of Mordor was far behind her.
Run away... A voice whispered inside her head, urging her. She stared at the grassy hills beyond her reach and she turned back to Mordor, the dark barren wasteland.
The voice whispered in her mind again with the same request. Her horse had suddenly reduced its gallop to a slow walk and now she was holding the reins uncertainly.
"The Hobbit lies in Rivendell, the Elven refuge," the Orc said, pulling a horse behind him. "He holds the Ring..."
She nudged her horse, turning left, turning away from Rivendell. She kicked her steed in the side gently and she rode down the grassy hills without a care.
As long as she did not go to Mordor again.
But her foolishness cost her pain. The Eye watched her ever closely and knew what she did. Fuinwen continued riding over the hills when she screamed at the pain she felt in her arm. Snatching her sleeve, she pulled it up to see the mark glowing red. She felt her arm on fire and tears streamed down her face as she screamed in agony.
It felt as though the piece of iron was pressed upon her arm again but much worse, burning through her skin. The pain soon disappeared and her screaming silenced.
The peaceful atmosphere was restored again and the red faded from the mark and the pain disappeared. Fearfully, she steered her stallion around, towards Rivendell.
Sauron was giving her no other choice but to kill the Hobbit.
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A/N: Thank you for the review! I'll try to not make Fuinwen a Mary-Sue as hard as I can but I only wrote this for fun. And thanks for the compliment(s)...
It's quite flattering especially since I'm younger than 13! I'm glad you think it's well written.
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