Chapter 8

Attack on Lothlorien

Sauron POV

I took a hold of Natasha's hand as she lay on the bed. She seemed relaxed but there was hesitancy in her eyes. She was nervous that much he could tell from the slight shaking in her hand.

'Everything is going to be all right.' Sauron relayed to her. She only nodded as she was given a potent sleeping spell.

Elrond worked on a basin with enchanted water that would allow him to get the piece of Nazgul blade out without hurting the victim. He watched entranced as Elrond worked.

Was it to much to ask why he had taken the path he had so long ago. The path that lead to his death because of a trinket. He only knew that right know he had to be faithful and believe in his good fortune that everything will be all right. If they weren't that he would try and try until he died again.

Yes, I regret my actions so long ago because I didn't know how to be any different. This girl showed me and more something that no one else could. What was it that she showed me that you are most curious to know? Faith! She believed in me more then anyone else did. She believed even when her parents forbid it. She believed in me and that is all I need to know how really special she really is. She is precious to me. I don't want to loose her!

'And you won't for as long as you keep to her faith. She can be taken from you as easily as she was given to you.' Galadriel said mentally to Sauron from some part of Lothlorien. I could only thank her softly for that incite.

'Thank you.' Sauron said to the air.

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Night-time Natasha POV

I awoke to the sound of yelling and war-cry's. The door to my room caved in as a bunch of orcs ran in and surrounded me. What the heck is going on here? Where is Sauron?

"Aaahhh!" I yelled as the orcs began advancing on me.

"Help!" I cried out. In my mind I tried calling out to Sauron but no answer came. What happened? Did he leave me? He can't be dead!

"Nooo!" I yelled and stood up on the bed and moved backward till I was against the wall. The orcs had a gleam of malice in their eyes as they advanced. Their weapons looked more and more uglier as they came closer to me. Soon they were crawling on the bed in an effort to get to me.

Orcs are ugly, repulsive creatures who certainly don't know the meaning of; bath. Their unpleasant stench in the room was so foul that I would have puked if my situation had not been so dire right now. Their ugly yellow and melted skin did not help any matters.

I screamed on last time before they grabbed me and dragged me out of the room. When we passed a light I realized that they were not just ordinary orcs but Uruk-Hai. The orcs of Saruman as they could be called. After all he did create them.

As I was being carried out I reminded myself of the movie where Merry and Pippin were taken by the orcs. They would have been taken to Isengard but the Riders of Rohan stopped them. The hobbits escaped and they met the Ents or namely, Treebeard. Would the same happen to me? I didn't know but so far there was no knowing what would happen. As I came to this realization the orcs carried me out of Lothlorien and in the direction I supposed Isengard was.

No One's POV

Lothlorien shuddered as orcs from Isengard broke down the defenses and ransacked the fair city. Many elves were dead and the scent of magic reeked the land in an unpleasant way. There were some dead orcs that littered the land as well. Their black blood mingled with those of the elvish blood that had leaked onto the ground.

The trees didn't sway and the wind did not blow for this night was a night for sadness. Sadness that permeated through all the hearts of those that gathered the dead. Lost lives and lives that would not greet the lovely Sun again. Where was the hope that so many had believed in? No one knew or didn't seem to recognize it for it seemed to wither as a flower does in winter. Would they ever find hope again? Or would it remain lost never to be found again.

In one small room a figure was kneeling by a bed crying. His long black hair was matted with sweat. His tears streamed down a face full of anguish and hatred for the one that had taken away his hope. A hope that had brought him out of the darkness in his heart.

It's true they had not known each other for long but that was solved when their minds had touched each other. When their minds had touched something happened that not only touched their hearts but, brought each of them closer to one another. A bond was formed between them. A bond that allowed each other to see what each other's life was like. A golden cord linked them together and it only got stronger when they confessed their deepest secrets.

They weren't alone anymore. They would have each other no matter how far a part they were. If they continue to believe in each other they could survive the end of the world and; not be fazed by the changes because, they would have each other.

One word was screamed out to the world as the man looked to the ceiling in anguish.

"Nnnaattaasshaaaaaa!"