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The Black Book
Chapter 4: Questions need answering, right?
I heard muffled voices. Who were they? Where am I? What? I wondered. I felt something soft press against my forehead. It felt like a hand.............. or................ something. The something felt cool and warm at the same time. I sighed, and slowly opened one bleary eye.
"ARGH!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. The something was a hand, attached to an elf! A male elf!
I sat up, and pushed the elf away. I swung my head side to side. Two men, an elf, an Istari, and a dwarf huddled around me. Who were they?!
"Goshanna na a leka que'to na yashka?!"* I screeched in the Black Speech. What I said was this: "Who are you and where am I?!" I usually talk in the Black Speech, but I write to you in the common tongue so you can understand. The Istari** furrowed his brows. "It is the Black Speech that taints her tongue. She is not from these parts."
I looked from the wizard to the elf, to the dwarf, to the men, and sighed vexed. What was I to do? The elf stared at me, and a look of definite malice crossed his delicate features. "I know what she is," He said still trying to burn holes through my eyes, "She is a Vampyre. The Cursed Ones." I watched him. He seemed so intent on killing me right then and there. Evil Elfy. But I am eviler! Mwahahahahahahaha!!!! And besides, what could an elf do to my extreme power? Oh, boy, would I be mistaken.
"I—want—my—dra—gon." I said in a slow voice, depicting a thing the flies with my hands. I said it slowly in the common tongue. I noticed now that it was still nighttime, and the cottages were still burning. I must have just fallen.
One Man looked oddly familiar................. He had black hair reaching his shoulders and a rustic (A/N: Hee~Hee) looking beard. He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're not going anywhere."
The other man looked at him, and nodded his head. He had a golden crown atop his golden head. Ah, King Theoden.
"Guards! Take this abomination to the cells!"
"Wha--?" I said. Large men came running over to the circle. Their hauberks glinted in the moonlight. They were carrying torches, and shackles. My eyes widened, and I quickly got up from the ground. "No!" I cried, as the man with the black hair grabbed my arm, and pulled me down. I twisted, and then another pair of arms clasped around me. It was the stupid elf. He held me down, while the guard-people clung shackles to my ankles and hands. They also put a heavy, metal collar around my neck, securing it to my arm- shackles. "No!" I cried again, and squirmed as they were fastening all the clasps. The Istari leaned forward, and muttered something under his breath. White light enveloped the area. My body went rigid. My eyes glazed over, and all I saw was the black night, illuminated by the torches. The guards lifted me up, and carried me along a path. I still watched the sky. My mind was racing. What would happen to me? Where was I going? Will Sauron find out?!
"Varanadon...................." I whispered very softly, because my lips were locked. I managed to emit his name through a minute of hard labor. I could do nothing. I heard the others following us. The Istari kept chanting weird words that kept me locked in my own body. I could do nothing. Nothing at all.
We were going uphill, around some rocks, I think, and then we clumped up some steps, and then in to a great hall. The ceiling at least was finely decorated with horses running up to the steeple roof. It was all gold. Well, at least I know I got to Edoras. We clumped through he hall and down some stairs. The ceiling turned dingy and uncared for. The ceiling also became rock, not thatch. I wonder how that happened? I asked myself mentally and then I realized. The dungeons. Oh, joy. Just like home.
I felt myself being thrown into the air, and then I crashed down onto hard stone. I couldn't move, so I just endured the pain. The wizard muttered something else, and then I blinked. I could move again! Yay! I felt my pack on my back, and then wondered how it still was intact, when I remembered something else.
"Illy!" I cried. "Ilfirindulin!" I sat up, and rummaged through my pack, and then remembered that I had Illy in my hand when we crashed. My face went slack, and then I whimpered. "Illy....................."
The crowd around my cell shifted their feet. "What is your name, Young one?" The wizard asked. I turned around, taken aback. I thought they had already left. But no.
"Me—Medri." I said hesitantly. I looked away, and placed my eyes back onto my back. I rummaged around fruitlessly, trying to wish Illy back into my pack or hand. Like she would appear..............
"Looking for this?" inquired the portly dwarf that had tagged along with my funeral guards. I felt like I was being taken to my pyre! He held out a short sword, that glittered ever so fiercely as it was being held by an unknown person.
"Ilfirindulin!" I cried, and reached out for my precious sword.
"Ah, no you don't!" The Istari said. He stopped from the dwarf giving me MY sword! What a stupid-meany head! Harumph. The wizard furrowed his brows again, and asked me: "Why are you here? Why have you destroyed the town of Rohan?"
"'Tis classified information." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. He glared at me, and shouted something in wizardish. My body shook, and I felt searing hot pain shoot up through my nervous system. I screamed. I writhed around on the floor, trying to shake off the horrible pain. The elf patted the wizard's shoulder, and the Istari stopped the hurt. I collapsed onto the floor, wheezing. "Forgive me. I was overreacting." The white, bearded wizard said quietly.
"Why should you forgive me?" I asked softly, "I deserve no forgiveness for what I've done." I looked up at the group, "I am but a piece of Mordor scum. Why do you take me to a prison, and not killing me in the field?"
The Istari looked at me, awe in his eyes. "We have questions. Questions that need answering." The Man with the black hair looked at me like a person now, not a creature. Still, King Theoden watched me with contempt. I had just destroyed his little village, why shouldn't he be mad?
I narrowed my eyes, "What kind of questions?"
The quiet elf moved closer to my cage, "Many." He said.
*I made that up, just in case you were wondering **Istari= wizard(s) ***From last chapter, "Mor'loki" means black dragon. Sorry I forgot to tell you guys!
The Black Book
Chapter 4: Questions need answering, right?
I heard muffled voices. Who were they? Where am I? What? I wondered. I felt something soft press against my forehead. It felt like a hand.............. or................ something. The something felt cool and warm at the same time. I sighed, and slowly opened one bleary eye.
"ARGH!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. The something was a hand, attached to an elf! A male elf!
I sat up, and pushed the elf away. I swung my head side to side. Two men, an elf, an Istari, and a dwarf huddled around me. Who were they?!
"Goshanna na a leka que'to na yashka?!"* I screeched in the Black Speech. What I said was this: "Who are you and where am I?!" I usually talk in the Black Speech, but I write to you in the common tongue so you can understand. The Istari** furrowed his brows. "It is the Black Speech that taints her tongue. She is not from these parts."
I looked from the wizard to the elf, to the dwarf, to the men, and sighed vexed. What was I to do? The elf stared at me, and a look of definite malice crossed his delicate features. "I know what she is," He said still trying to burn holes through my eyes, "She is a Vampyre. The Cursed Ones." I watched him. He seemed so intent on killing me right then and there. Evil Elfy. But I am eviler! Mwahahahahahahaha!!!! And besides, what could an elf do to my extreme power? Oh, boy, would I be mistaken.
"I—want—my—dra—gon." I said in a slow voice, depicting a thing the flies with my hands. I said it slowly in the common tongue. I noticed now that it was still nighttime, and the cottages were still burning. I must have just fallen.
One Man looked oddly familiar................. He had black hair reaching his shoulders and a rustic (A/N: Hee~Hee) looking beard. He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're not going anywhere."
The other man looked at him, and nodded his head. He had a golden crown atop his golden head. Ah, King Theoden.
"Guards! Take this abomination to the cells!"
"Wha--?" I said. Large men came running over to the circle. Their hauberks glinted in the moonlight. They were carrying torches, and shackles. My eyes widened, and I quickly got up from the ground. "No!" I cried, as the man with the black hair grabbed my arm, and pulled me down. I twisted, and then another pair of arms clasped around me. It was the stupid elf. He held me down, while the guard-people clung shackles to my ankles and hands. They also put a heavy, metal collar around my neck, securing it to my arm- shackles. "No!" I cried again, and squirmed as they were fastening all the clasps. The Istari leaned forward, and muttered something under his breath. White light enveloped the area. My body went rigid. My eyes glazed over, and all I saw was the black night, illuminated by the torches. The guards lifted me up, and carried me along a path. I still watched the sky. My mind was racing. What would happen to me? Where was I going? Will Sauron find out?!
"Varanadon...................." I whispered very softly, because my lips were locked. I managed to emit his name through a minute of hard labor. I could do nothing. I heard the others following us. The Istari kept chanting weird words that kept me locked in my own body. I could do nothing. Nothing at all.
We were going uphill, around some rocks, I think, and then we clumped up some steps, and then in to a great hall. The ceiling at least was finely decorated with horses running up to the steeple roof. It was all gold. Well, at least I know I got to Edoras. We clumped through he hall and down some stairs. The ceiling turned dingy and uncared for. The ceiling also became rock, not thatch. I wonder how that happened? I asked myself mentally and then I realized. The dungeons. Oh, joy. Just like home.
I felt myself being thrown into the air, and then I crashed down onto hard stone. I couldn't move, so I just endured the pain. The wizard muttered something else, and then I blinked. I could move again! Yay! I felt my pack on my back, and then wondered how it still was intact, when I remembered something else.
"Illy!" I cried. "Ilfirindulin!" I sat up, and rummaged through my pack, and then remembered that I had Illy in my hand when we crashed. My face went slack, and then I whimpered. "Illy....................."
The crowd around my cell shifted their feet. "What is your name, Young one?" The wizard asked. I turned around, taken aback. I thought they had already left. But no.
"Me—Medri." I said hesitantly. I looked away, and placed my eyes back onto my back. I rummaged around fruitlessly, trying to wish Illy back into my pack or hand. Like she would appear..............
"Looking for this?" inquired the portly dwarf that had tagged along with my funeral guards. I felt like I was being taken to my pyre! He held out a short sword, that glittered ever so fiercely as it was being held by an unknown person.
"Ilfirindulin!" I cried, and reached out for my precious sword.
"Ah, no you don't!" The Istari said. He stopped from the dwarf giving me MY sword! What a stupid-meany head! Harumph. The wizard furrowed his brows again, and asked me: "Why are you here? Why have you destroyed the town of Rohan?"
"'Tis classified information." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. He glared at me, and shouted something in wizardish. My body shook, and I felt searing hot pain shoot up through my nervous system. I screamed. I writhed around on the floor, trying to shake off the horrible pain. The elf patted the wizard's shoulder, and the Istari stopped the hurt. I collapsed onto the floor, wheezing. "Forgive me. I was overreacting." The white, bearded wizard said quietly.
"Why should you forgive me?" I asked softly, "I deserve no forgiveness for what I've done." I looked up at the group, "I am but a piece of Mordor scum. Why do you take me to a prison, and not killing me in the field?"
The Istari looked at me, awe in his eyes. "We have questions. Questions that need answering." The Man with the black hair looked at me like a person now, not a creature. Still, King Theoden watched me with contempt. I had just destroyed his little village, why shouldn't he be mad?
I narrowed my eyes, "What kind of questions?"
The quiet elf moved closer to my cage, "Many." He said.
*I made that up, just in case you were wondering **Istari= wizard(s) ***From last chapter, "Mor'loki" means black dragon. Sorry I forgot to tell you guys!
