Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings unfortunately does not belong to me so I must
bow down to it. *bowing*
Author's Note: Second to last chapter! Sad! Omg, over 200 reviews!! I'm so happy!!! WHOOO!!! U R ALL SO AWESOME!! THANK U SO MUCH!!! Ok, I'm calm now... I think.
We Are One
Corruption from Within
Sayda gritted her teeth, trying to make the pain subside. The blood flowed freely out of her wound, staining her leggings and dripping onto the floor. She glared at the back of Hithiel as the Queen walked back to her own company, the fiery red jewel around her neck slid off from around her neck and shattered on to the stone floor. The bond was broken. She was no longer part of Mirkwood.
The Mirkwood guard struggled into a sitting position and tried to stand up but her leg would not support her. It wobbled violently as she stood up by sliding up the wall, using it to support her. She leaned on the wall panting with effort. 'Hithiel, you whore! You are the reason Ambaril is dead. I followed my orders. If it weren't for you, Ambaril would've never done that. You will pay for what you did to me!' The humiliation of her defeat swallowed her. She was one of the best warriors in the land and she lost to that... that whore!
A faint glitter was seen in the gloom and Sayda's sharp eyes immediately detected it. She limped over to see and picked up the little green amulet the Sauron had thrown away. She recognized it as the one that Hithiel wore a long time ago. 'Hithiel...' Her eyes burned in anger and her fist closed in around the delicate metal so tightly that her fist shook. Sayda closed her eyes for a second and when she reopened them, she was not alone.
"Come to me." A powerful voice echoed around the stone chamber. Sayda's head snapped up and looked around wildly trying to find the source of the voice. A low chuckle was heard. "Come."
She had no choice. The voice was so commanding and enchanting that she slowly walked towards the exit of the chamber, unaware of the pain coursing through her body. The amulet that was clenched tightly in her fist slithered free and dropped silently on the ground.
Sayda didn't know where she was or where she was going. All she knew was that she must go to the one who commanded her. "Welcome, Sayda of Mirkwood." A tall dark figure draped in a dark mantle approached her, walking with a deadly calm air. The dark mantle flowed out lightly behind him.
Sayda dropped limply onto her knees and bowed her head. Her eyes were misty and unfocused. "Milord," she murmured softly and gazed upon the dark beauty of Sauron.
"Get up." The Dark Lord brushed his hand lightly over the wound in her leg and immediately, the skin and torn muscles were healed. But in its place, the pale skin was replaced with a dark scar, a reminder of it.
Sayda's eyes cleared and focused again now that the pain was lifted. She gazed at the Lord with an intensified amount of respect. "Thank you, milord." She didn't know why but she wished to be with Sauron. To stand at his side as equals and be with him. No longer will she be a servant to the whore Hithiel.
Sauron gloated at his new victory. He overpowered this Elf easily. It was a joke. Her mind was easy to break and claim for himself. As he delved deeper into her mind, he found that this Elf had grown fond of him. 'This will be interesting.' He had no interest in this Elf. She was just another servant to him. 'So, she wishes for power and to triumph over Hithiel.' That will be so easy to fulfill.
He would rather prefer Hithiel to the Guard but her spirit would be harder to break. Not that he didn't like a good challenge. He would make good use with what he had. "Command me, milord."
The clear voice jerked him back to his thoughts. 'Command her eh?' The Dark Lord gazed into the palantir showing him the progress of the Elves. They were slowed by the Guardian that he had tortured. 'Pathetic,' he thought. He was growing bored with him anyways so they could take him. He didn't care. He needed a new plaything and the Mirkwood Prince would do just fine. His golden hair shined in the gloom and would contrast with his darkness.
"Sayda," he commanded. "Lead my Elves. Stop them but whatever you do, do not kill the Prince. Do not harm him either. You will be responsible if a single hair on the Prince is harmed."
The Guard sank into a bow. "Yes, milord." As if there was a silent command, about fifty Black Elves and orcs stepped out and stood in ranks behind her. Sayda looked at them with awe. Never before had she commanded such an army and do whatever she wanted with them. Her respect towards the Dark One increased even more.
"Do not fail." Those powerful words sank into the corrupted Elf's soul and burned like a bonfire. She would not fail. Failure was unacceptable. She would NOT fail! "Swear your loyalty to me."
Acting on instinct, she drew her Elven sword from its leather sheathe. She fingered the sharp metal tip for an instant before slicing it through her hand. The burning in her palm felt good. It felt good to be doing this for Sauron. It was... life. She let the silver blade be coated by her own blood. Some of it dripped down onto the marble floor, staining the black with red. "I swear allegiance to the Lord Sauron and no other master shall command me from this day forth." She touched the blade to her forehead. The blood on her sword slipped onto her forehead and the red streak was the mark of her pledge.
Sauron's lips curved into a smirk. The Elven blade that once shone blue and silver when it was used in battle was red with blood. Her blood. But beneath it, the enchanted metal had withered into a dark black color. It knew that its master had gone over to the other side. It would no long serve its master.
"Arise, Sayda of the Barad-dur," he commanded. "Stop the Elves. Do not harm the Prince!"
Sayda nodded her head and swept the sword back into her sheathe. She swiftly led to killing force towards the exit of Barad-dur to block off the escape.
Her skills as a warrior and ranger were notorious throughout Mirkwood. Ambaril had taken her in when she was small and trained her to be his personal guard. Now that he was dead, she could take her skills somewhere else. To serve the one who really mattered. She knew that the group would be slow because of Haldir's condition. She could easily catch up with them but she could loose many of her own soldiers to them.
Even though Haldir could not fight, Hithiel could fight as well as she and the twins were famed throughout Imladris for their great deeds. The Guardians could fight as well as their brother and Legolas was the best archer of all Middle-Earth. She would eventually win but she didn't want to waste her troops. This was her first mission from Sauron and she wanted to impress him. To show him her worth. To earn his trust. And most importantly, to regain her honor from Hithiel.
'Ambush,' she thought quickly. 'Ambush parties. They do not know this tower as well as I. We could probably take most of them out with our bow. The Black Elves would be good at archery since they retained their skills from when they lived as the Firstborns and the stupid but vicious orcs can do the hand to hand combat.' She planned well. The Elves would rain arrows on them from above while they also have to worry about the orcs.
It was perfect. Just as long as they don't hit Legolas. She would take care of Hithiel herself. Nice and slow. Make her feel the shame and pain that she felt. When she is lying there helpless begging for mercy. Only then will her honor be restored.
Author's Note: Yes, shortness again! Sorry but I like writing cliffs! Hehe, fun fun!! Stupid CM Test. After that then I can write more. Just three more weeks till Spring Break! Can't wait! And since I have no life, I can update more! Yay!
Author's Note: Second to last chapter! Sad! Omg, over 200 reviews!! I'm so happy!!! WHOOO!!! U R ALL SO AWESOME!! THANK U SO MUCH!!! Ok, I'm calm now... I think.
We Are One
Corruption from Within
Sayda gritted her teeth, trying to make the pain subside. The blood flowed freely out of her wound, staining her leggings and dripping onto the floor. She glared at the back of Hithiel as the Queen walked back to her own company, the fiery red jewel around her neck slid off from around her neck and shattered on to the stone floor. The bond was broken. She was no longer part of Mirkwood.
The Mirkwood guard struggled into a sitting position and tried to stand up but her leg would not support her. It wobbled violently as she stood up by sliding up the wall, using it to support her. She leaned on the wall panting with effort. 'Hithiel, you whore! You are the reason Ambaril is dead. I followed my orders. If it weren't for you, Ambaril would've never done that. You will pay for what you did to me!' The humiliation of her defeat swallowed her. She was one of the best warriors in the land and she lost to that... that whore!
A faint glitter was seen in the gloom and Sayda's sharp eyes immediately detected it. She limped over to see and picked up the little green amulet the Sauron had thrown away. She recognized it as the one that Hithiel wore a long time ago. 'Hithiel...' Her eyes burned in anger and her fist closed in around the delicate metal so tightly that her fist shook. Sayda closed her eyes for a second and when she reopened them, she was not alone.
"Come to me." A powerful voice echoed around the stone chamber. Sayda's head snapped up and looked around wildly trying to find the source of the voice. A low chuckle was heard. "Come."
She had no choice. The voice was so commanding and enchanting that she slowly walked towards the exit of the chamber, unaware of the pain coursing through her body. The amulet that was clenched tightly in her fist slithered free and dropped silently on the ground.
Sayda didn't know where she was or where she was going. All she knew was that she must go to the one who commanded her. "Welcome, Sayda of Mirkwood." A tall dark figure draped in a dark mantle approached her, walking with a deadly calm air. The dark mantle flowed out lightly behind him.
Sayda dropped limply onto her knees and bowed her head. Her eyes were misty and unfocused. "Milord," she murmured softly and gazed upon the dark beauty of Sauron.
"Get up." The Dark Lord brushed his hand lightly over the wound in her leg and immediately, the skin and torn muscles were healed. But in its place, the pale skin was replaced with a dark scar, a reminder of it.
Sayda's eyes cleared and focused again now that the pain was lifted. She gazed at the Lord with an intensified amount of respect. "Thank you, milord." She didn't know why but she wished to be with Sauron. To stand at his side as equals and be with him. No longer will she be a servant to the whore Hithiel.
Sauron gloated at his new victory. He overpowered this Elf easily. It was a joke. Her mind was easy to break and claim for himself. As he delved deeper into her mind, he found that this Elf had grown fond of him. 'This will be interesting.' He had no interest in this Elf. She was just another servant to him. 'So, she wishes for power and to triumph over Hithiel.' That will be so easy to fulfill.
He would rather prefer Hithiel to the Guard but her spirit would be harder to break. Not that he didn't like a good challenge. He would make good use with what he had. "Command me, milord."
The clear voice jerked him back to his thoughts. 'Command her eh?' The Dark Lord gazed into the palantir showing him the progress of the Elves. They were slowed by the Guardian that he had tortured. 'Pathetic,' he thought. He was growing bored with him anyways so they could take him. He didn't care. He needed a new plaything and the Mirkwood Prince would do just fine. His golden hair shined in the gloom and would contrast with his darkness.
"Sayda," he commanded. "Lead my Elves. Stop them but whatever you do, do not kill the Prince. Do not harm him either. You will be responsible if a single hair on the Prince is harmed."
The Guard sank into a bow. "Yes, milord." As if there was a silent command, about fifty Black Elves and orcs stepped out and stood in ranks behind her. Sayda looked at them with awe. Never before had she commanded such an army and do whatever she wanted with them. Her respect towards the Dark One increased even more.
"Do not fail." Those powerful words sank into the corrupted Elf's soul and burned like a bonfire. She would not fail. Failure was unacceptable. She would NOT fail! "Swear your loyalty to me."
Acting on instinct, she drew her Elven sword from its leather sheathe. She fingered the sharp metal tip for an instant before slicing it through her hand. The burning in her palm felt good. It felt good to be doing this for Sauron. It was... life. She let the silver blade be coated by her own blood. Some of it dripped down onto the marble floor, staining the black with red. "I swear allegiance to the Lord Sauron and no other master shall command me from this day forth." She touched the blade to her forehead. The blood on her sword slipped onto her forehead and the red streak was the mark of her pledge.
Sauron's lips curved into a smirk. The Elven blade that once shone blue and silver when it was used in battle was red with blood. Her blood. But beneath it, the enchanted metal had withered into a dark black color. It knew that its master had gone over to the other side. It would no long serve its master.
"Arise, Sayda of the Barad-dur," he commanded. "Stop the Elves. Do not harm the Prince!"
Sayda nodded her head and swept the sword back into her sheathe. She swiftly led to killing force towards the exit of Barad-dur to block off the escape.
Her skills as a warrior and ranger were notorious throughout Mirkwood. Ambaril had taken her in when she was small and trained her to be his personal guard. Now that he was dead, she could take her skills somewhere else. To serve the one who really mattered. She knew that the group would be slow because of Haldir's condition. She could easily catch up with them but she could loose many of her own soldiers to them.
Even though Haldir could not fight, Hithiel could fight as well as she and the twins were famed throughout Imladris for their great deeds. The Guardians could fight as well as their brother and Legolas was the best archer of all Middle-Earth. She would eventually win but she didn't want to waste her troops. This was her first mission from Sauron and she wanted to impress him. To show him her worth. To earn his trust. And most importantly, to regain her honor from Hithiel.
'Ambush,' she thought quickly. 'Ambush parties. They do not know this tower as well as I. We could probably take most of them out with our bow. The Black Elves would be good at archery since they retained their skills from when they lived as the Firstborns and the stupid but vicious orcs can do the hand to hand combat.' She planned well. The Elves would rain arrows on them from above while they also have to worry about the orcs.
It was perfect. Just as long as they don't hit Legolas. She would take care of Hithiel herself. Nice and slow. Make her feel the shame and pain that she felt. When she is lying there helpless begging for mercy. Only then will her honor be restored.
Author's Note: Yes, shortness again! Sorry but I like writing cliffs! Hehe, fun fun!! Stupid CM Test. After that then I can write more. Just three more weeks till Spring Break! Can't wait! And since I have no life, I can update more! Yay!