Chapter 2: Planning in Mordor
Leneil gasped at the shock of her father, Sauron, gone. Defeated, and by a fool with a lucky strike. Oh, how he would pay for his doing! A thought of panic ran through her, what was she to do? She would surely be killed if she didn't do something fast. The few surviving elves where still on the ground from the tremor of wind. With out thinking she killed them all. Skillfully striking each one before they knew what hit them. She glanced around, she got them all that saw her, or so she thought. But now what? She looked over to where her father was defeated. Isildur held the ring and Elrond was by him arguing. The ring, she thought, it is the key to bringing back my father.
Isildur and Elrond started to head towards Mount Doom.
"Oh no, they can't destroy it!" she cried out.
She followed them, marching through the battlefield painted in blood and littered with dead bodies. She followed them into the mountain. She saw Elrond tell Isildur to cast it into the fires. She was pleased to see him hesitate. The ring was already beginning to take hold. This would be easy.
From behind a rock she closed her eyes and focused. She reached to Isildur and spoke.
'Isildur . . .Keep the ring. It is of great power. Use it to help your kingdom. You could rise above all your fathers. Isildur . . .' Leneil gasped then fell limp, exhausted. She was too tired to go on. She looked up hoping she had convinced him enough.
"Isildur hurry!" Elrond yelled.
"No."
Isildur mistaking her thoughts for his own, turned smirking. He walked away and Elrond's face fell to sorrow. For, he knew that if the ring survived, so did the evil that they had fought so desperately to rid. Sauron would live on. And they would face the same evil that could have been so easily stopped.
Leneil hopelessly watched Isildur pass from her hiding place. She couldn't fight him for it; she had used too much of her energy. She would have to wait for another time to claim back the ring, but at least it survived.
"Calina!" Leneil yelled as she limped back into the castle.
"Leneil! What happened at the battle!?" she cried.
"I made it, but father . . ."
"Oh god," Calina stopped in her tracks.
She sat down trying to let it sink into her mind that Sauron had fallen. She banged her fist angrily onto the table.
"They will pay for what they have done," Calina said in a rage.
"But the ring was not destroyed. There is still chance. Isildur has it."
"Perfect!" Calina rose, instantly happier, "I can send our back up troops to retrieve the ring!"
"Exactly."
"I'll send them Leneil, you need your rest," she said slightly worried.
"I'll go over some new battle plans while your gone."
Leneil turned to walk to the study when she nearly fell over. She grasped the end of the table to keep her up.
"Leneil, rest. You can't overdo yourself," Calina spoke.
She rushed over and helped Leneil over to her room.
"Thanks, Calina."
"Any time."
Isildur rode on his way to Gondor to announce his victory. The ring sat on a chain around his neck proudly. His victory smirk did not last long. A raging group of orcs came up from behind him and his last remaining soldiers. His horse reared up and ran away. He looked around and felt the ring calling to him. He looked at it strangely and put it on his finger. He was invisible. He immediately ran to the river to try to escape, but the ring slipped from his finger and into the depths of the river. He reached for it. But an arrow from a nearby orc shot three arrows into his back. He was dead.
"Find it!" yelled the head orc.
"It's not here!"
They searched but could not know that the ring lay safely in the bottom of the river. They made the journey back to Calina, empty-handed.
"YOU DIDN'T FIND IT!?" Calina roared with anger at the stupidity of the orcs.
"We are sorry, we have failed you," the head orc spoke and bowed down to her.
"How hard was the task I set you out to accomplish?! It was to find a little ring and you lost it! Oh, I'm sorry! You never found it!! You idiots!!!!" she yelled.
"We know we must be punished."
"And you will! Just wait till Leneil Hears of this!!" she smirked, knowing that Leneil would show no mercy.
"Hears of what?" Leneil asked grumpily, being woke up from the yelling. "What the hell is going on here!"
"These idiots over here lost your father's ring!"
"YOU DID WHAT!?"
Leneil's eyes seemed to burst into flames. The ends of long black hair lifted slightly off her shoulders. She seemed to be surrounded in an aura of rage.
"THAT WAS OUR ONLY HOPE OF REVIVING HIM! YOU BASTARDS! FOOLS!"
"W-we are sorry, Princess, we d-did-"
"YOU! You despicable creatures! You shall pay gravely for your mistakes!"
She grabbed her new sword out and lunged it deep into the heard of one of the Orcs. She looked at the head orc bowing down before her, groveling. She spat and cut its head off. She went mad and started to attack each one. Calina watched all this happen. She stepped back and sat on the table so her feet wouldn't get covered in the dark blood of the orcs. Leneil cut off the head of the last Orc and her sword the floor. She breathed deeply, almost shocked at her own outburst.
"Get someone to clean up this mess!" Leneil yelled at one of the near by slaves.
"Y-yes ma'am," the slave stuttered.
"Come, Calina," she said walking towards the study, "we have work to do."
Calina jumped off the table, trying to avoid the blood and corpses, and followed Leneil to the study.
"Ok, we need a plan," Leneil said frustrated.
Leneil sat on her chair next to her fathers. It was jeweled and cushioned, but not as fancy as her father's.
"How about we just lay low until someone else finds it," Calina smiled.
"Go on."
"Well the ring would be almost impossible to find. It could be anywhere in middle-earth. Who knows where it could be. So why not wait till someone else finds it? No one else besides Sauron can wield the ring, so it would eventually corrupt the bearer and someone of high council would realize it. Then they would make a big fuss. We can have spies around the main places in middle-earth."
"I like it, Calina. Who is left that can handle the job?"
"We have the brothers Lindion and Yulion. Then you and me."
"That's all that's left of the high council? Damn."
"Sadly."
"Post Lindion around Gondor and Yulion at Mirkwood. I'll stay around Rivendell. Lothlorien would be too hard to get into. Galadriel is to smart. You should stay here and keep things in order, start building back up our army."
"Sounds like a plan. But wait, isn't your mother in Lothlorien?"
Leneil grew sad at the mentioning of her mother.
"Yes, but, well. I'll talk to Arienel and see where she stands. I'll go after I settle things in Rivendell. It's the best we can do for now. We can check in every year or so, or if any news of the ring comes in. Tomorrow we head off.
The morning following everything was straightened out and everyone packed.
"Good bye Calina."
"Be strong, Leneil!"
Leneil took one last look back and set off on the road to Rivendell.