AN- major betrayal dude! Not shibby! Also Melkor was the evil before
Sauron, but he has about the same power. Thanks to all my reviewers! School
is starting up again so chapters may be just a bit slower, however they
will still come in a timely basis! Yay internet! Shibby dude, sweeeeet! Oh
and a shocking ending! I did not believe Anayron had it in him, the little
bastard!
Thanks to my reviewers:
-mia -DarkAngel197 -KissTheRainGirl12489
Chapter 6:
The next day, Anayron and Númellóte traveled through open land. Erestor, fearing for his daughter, had never let Lótë travel past the borders of Imladris. She looked around at everything, completely amazed. Ani looked over at her with amusement. She did not notice him at all, too wrapped up in everything else.
"I never knew it could be so beautiful outside of Imladris" she sighed.
"yes, it is beautiful and wonderful. But there are dark things out here, so we must be wary and cautious at all times. Constant vigilance" he reminded her but added a happier comment, "wait until you see the waterfalls at Mirkwood. If you think this is beautiful you will likely faint when you see them".
"when will we get to Mirkwood?" she inquired eagerly.
"two weeks" was her reply. She pouted, and looped her arm with his. Then she smiled.
"why don't we run then?"
************************************************************************ (1 Week and 5 Days Later)
"look! The edge of northern Mirkwood!" Anayron exclaimed, pointing to the tall beech trees that were packed tightly, creating and immense and ominous presence. They were both very tired, especially Lótë. However there was still enough that she smiled and pointed excitedly towards the trees. She wanted to hurry and run but Ani grabbed her around the waist.
"we have to go carefully, it will take 2 days to make our way to the King's palace. Stay by my side, and always have your bow and knives in reach" he instructed as they proceeded into the woods.
"what about my arrows? You forgot the arrows" she replied.
"there is only one arrow that matters and I have it" he laughed back, laughing even harder when he realized the comment went completely over her head. She asked him what was so funny, but he just shook his head and they kept walking. Out of the blue she spoke.
"why did my nana leave my ada, do you think. My father was half Maia, but why didn't she go to Valinor to be with him?" she questioned her best friend, turning to look at him.
"well, I think she was going to Imladris to prepare to take you to Valinor as well, when she and her male guard were attacked" he answered truthfully. She hung her head and trudged on, trying to remember that one dream she had dreamt when she was 12. It had always haunted her when she did not want it to, but now that she wanted it, there was not even a face or voice. Occasionally they heard rustling behind them, disturbing her thoughts. But each time Anayron checked, it was nothing.
"I feel like my life is a ship on dangerous water. Tip anymore, and it will sink. But it will be a long time if I ever find my way out of the dangerous waters, if ever" she muttered almost silently, then started to cry quietly. Anayron wrapped his arms around her and embraced her.
"of course you will make it out of the dangerous waters, and it will be sooner then you think" he soothed her crying form. His hands were moving all over, even in some of the more scandalous places, but Lótë was too concerned about other matters to care.
"what would I do without you?" she asked, then hiccupped a few times.
"I could ask you the same thing" he said, wrapping one arm tightly around her and continuing to walk. If only Lótë could have known what would come next.
However, Lótë and Anayron continued to walk until dark. They made a small fire, and sat by it.
"Lótë, melethnin, I am not tired at all. I want you to sleep for the night. You are going to get sick, seeing as you are only half Elven. Please don't argue, just go to sleep. I will be here with you the entire night" he told her.
"alright" she conceded, laying down next to him and falling deeply asleep almost instantly. Anayron waited a half an hour to get up, and walked out of her hearing range.
"master? Master I know you have been following us" he called quietly into the darkness.
A soft rustling, that of a cloak or cape, was heard and a dark figure jumped down from a tree. Even not knowing this being, his aura, his presence commanded fear and respect. He radiated power and lethalness. When he pushed his hood off, his eyes struck fear into the heart of any short of the bravest. His mouth was curved into a smirk, he was obviously please. He clapped Anayron on the shoulder, and shook his hand.
"I am very proud of you Nisin, or Anayron as you have tricked the female into knowing you by. Now, as we agreed, you will be paid upon our return to Mordor. Tomorrow, take her to the right fork. My hideout is just a few miles down the road" Melkor instructed.
"yes master, of course. But please remember you did promise she wouldn't be harmed. I would not hide her from you, but it would hurt me if she were hurt. And please keep her away from the orcs! They will risk punishment to have fun with her! And what is fun for them may break her spirit, and then what use is she to us" Nisin commented.
"she will not be harmed... if she cooperates" Melkor replied, and vanished into the crushing black oblivion that was Mirkwood. Anayron, or Nisin, was disturbed and troubled. Lótë had a strong spirit, and would not cooperate easily, or at all. He prayed to the Valar she wouldn't be harmed but he knew the Valar had stopped listening to him the moment he became Melkor's assassin and messenger.
He walked back to camp with a heavy heart. He sat down silently next to Lótë and stroked her hair.
"I wasn't lying, I love you. But we will both get hurt if I don't submit to his wishes. I hate him, Lótë, I hate him but I fear him. He would kill me before I get to Valinor and safety. I hope you find it in your heart someday to forgive me" he sighed, thinking back on his horrible life.
Flashback
Screaming. All he could hear was screaming. All he saw was smoke, black things, death, and destruction. His beautiful city was being destroyed by orcs but he was powerless to stop it. All he could do was fight and fight the seemingly endless wave of orcs. Finally he manages to get back to his house. It was burning, and his nana and ada were nowhere to be found.
"NANA! ADA!" he shouted. He received no reply, but made his way inside the house anyway. He got to the 2nd floor and ran to their bedrooms. On the bed were his parents' charred corpses. But there was no time to cry. He turned to run but stopped when the doorway burst into flame. He sat down on the floor, resigned, and waited for death. But it never came.
Two arms grabbed him around the waist and dragged him downstairs. Once he was outside he saw it was an orc. He tried halfheartedly to fight but to no avail. He was taken to Melkor and made a slave for the first week. A pleasure slave. Then he eventually made his way to being Melkor's personal assistant. Which is where he was today.
End Flashback
That first week as Melkor's slave was the worst time in his life. He had been subjected to things no living thing, even orcs, deserved. Yet he bore it to this day, and was strong enough to live on. Anayron pushed the memories out of his head, concentrating only on Lótë, and making his love for her decrease and his hate increase.
The next day, Lótë woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She looked at Anayron, and was shocked. His face was pale and gaunt, and he looked tired and annoyed.
"lets go" he said curtly, and stood up. She was about to protest but he grabbed her arm, a little too roughly for her comfort, and started walking. They came to a fork in the road, but just as Lótë turned to go left Anayron wrenched her right.
"what was that about?" she gasped.
"orcs, and spiders. Very dangerous. This way is longer but much safer" he lied, his voice dull and monotonous.
"Anayron, what is wrong? You are acting very strange and it is scaring me" she asked him.
"nothing is wrong, melethnin" he assured her, giving her a kiss on her forehead with no smile, "nothing at all". Suddenly a gust blew up, almost picking Lótë up off her feet and carrying her towards the left fork. She turned to look at Anayron for help, but all he did was grab her harshly and start dragging her towards the right.
"Anayron! Let go of me! Anayron!" she yelled, but he slapped her hard, so hard she fell to the ground. She sat up, touching her cheek gingerly and wincing. She looked at him fearfully, and his eyes softened for a moment but then hardened again.
"Ani? Why?" was all she whispered. He used some rope from her back and tied her hands together, slinging her over his back and putting her bound hands around his neck. He started running down the path.
"Ani please stop, you are scaring me! Ani my cheek hurts, put me down! Please!" she exclaimed, fighting against him. He took her to the hideout, a talan in a particular secluded beech tree. Melkor was waiting, and eyed his prize as a starving man would eye a feast.
"good work Nisin, now the King of Mirkwood is expecting a visit from his son's best friend. Go along, leave me with my prize. And you, my prize, will provide me with much amusement. Nisin, leave!" he turned to the elf, spitting his command harshly.
"what are you going to do with her?" Anayron demanded.
"none of your business! Now leave before I have my orcs kill you" he hissed venomously. Anayron left and started down the path, when he heard Lótë scream. That was the last straw. He turned and ran back, easily killing all the orc guards. He ran up the stairs and kicked the door open. Lótë was in a corner, with Melkor slowly advancing on her. There was no question as to what Melkor intended to do with a look in his eye like that. Now was the turning point. He could save Lótë and risk death, or let her be and risk damnation for all eternity. He grabbed his knife and stood next to Melkor.
"ready master? Let us have some fun"
Thanks to my reviewers:
-mia -DarkAngel197 -KissTheRainGirl12489
Chapter 6:
The next day, Anayron and Númellóte traveled through open land. Erestor, fearing for his daughter, had never let Lótë travel past the borders of Imladris. She looked around at everything, completely amazed. Ani looked over at her with amusement. She did not notice him at all, too wrapped up in everything else.
"I never knew it could be so beautiful outside of Imladris" she sighed.
"yes, it is beautiful and wonderful. But there are dark things out here, so we must be wary and cautious at all times. Constant vigilance" he reminded her but added a happier comment, "wait until you see the waterfalls at Mirkwood. If you think this is beautiful you will likely faint when you see them".
"when will we get to Mirkwood?" she inquired eagerly.
"two weeks" was her reply. She pouted, and looped her arm with his. Then she smiled.
"why don't we run then?"
************************************************************************ (1 Week and 5 Days Later)
"look! The edge of northern Mirkwood!" Anayron exclaimed, pointing to the tall beech trees that were packed tightly, creating and immense and ominous presence. They were both very tired, especially Lótë. However there was still enough that she smiled and pointed excitedly towards the trees. She wanted to hurry and run but Ani grabbed her around the waist.
"we have to go carefully, it will take 2 days to make our way to the King's palace. Stay by my side, and always have your bow and knives in reach" he instructed as they proceeded into the woods.
"what about my arrows? You forgot the arrows" she replied.
"there is only one arrow that matters and I have it" he laughed back, laughing even harder when he realized the comment went completely over her head. She asked him what was so funny, but he just shook his head and they kept walking. Out of the blue she spoke.
"why did my nana leave my ada, do you think. My father was half Maia, but why didn't she go to Valinor to be with him?" she questioned her best friend, turning to look at him.
"well, I think she was going to Imladris to prepare to take you to Valinor as well, when she and her male guard were attacked" he answered truthfully. She hung her head and trudged on, trying to remember that one dream she had dreamt when she was 12. It had always haunted her when she did not want it to, but now that she wanted it, there was not even a face or voice. Occasionally they heard rustling behind them, disturbing her thoughts. But each time Anayron checked, it was nothing.
"I feel like my life is a ship on dangerous water. Tip anymore, and it will sink. But it will be a long time if I ever find my way out of the dangerous waters, if ever" she muttered almost silently, then started to cry quietly. Anayron wrapped his arms around her and embraced her.
"of course you will make it out of the dangerous waters, and it will be sooner then you think" he soothed her crying form. His hands were moving all over, even in some of the more scandalous places, but Lótë was too concerned about other matters to care.
"what would I do without you?" she asked, then hiccupped a few times.
"I could ask you the same thing" he said, wrapping one arm tightly around her and continuing to walk. If only Lótë could have known what would come next.
However, Lótë and Anayron continued to walk until dark. They made a small fire, and sat by it.
"Lótë, melethnin, I am not tired at all. I want you to sleep for the night. You are going to get sick, seeing as you are only half Elven. Please don't argue, just go to sleep. I will be here with you the entire night" he told her.
"alright" she conceded, laying down next to him and falling deeply asleep almost instantly. Anayron waited a half an hour to get up, and walked out of her hearing range.
"master? Master I know you have been following us" he called quietly into the darkness.
A soft rustling, that of a cloak or cape, was heard and a dark figure jumped down from a tree. Even not knowing this being, his aura, his presence commanded fear and respect. He radiated power and lethalness. When he pushed his hood off, his eyes struck fear into the heart of any short of the bravest. His mouth was curved into a smirk, he was obviously please. He clapped Anayron on the shoulder, and shook his hand.
"I am very proud of you Nisin, or Anayron as you have tricked the female into knowing you by. Now, as we agreed, you will be paid upon our return to Mordor. Tomorrow, take her to the right fork. My hideout is just a few miles down the road" Melkor instructed.
"yes master, of course. But please remember you did promise she wouldn't be harmed. I would not hide her from you, but it would hurt me if she were hurt. And please keep her away from the orcs! They will risk punishment to have fun with her! And what is fun for them may break her spirit, and then what use is she to us" Nisin commented.
"she will not be harmed... if she cooperates" Melkor replied, and vanished into the crushing black oblivion that was Mirkwood. Anayron, or Nisin, was disturbed and troubled. Lótë had a strong spirit, and would not cooperate easily, or at all. He prayed to the Valar she wouldn't be harmed but he knew the Valar had stopped listening to him the moment he became Melkor's assassin and messenger.
He walked back to camp with a heavy heart. He sat down silently next to Lótë and stroked her hair.
"I wasn't lying, I love you. But we will both get hurt if I don't submit to his wishes. I hate him, Lótë, I hate him but I fear him. He would kill me before I get to Valinor and safety. I hope you find it in your heart someday to forgive me" he sighed, thinking back on his horrible life.
Flashback
Screaming. All he could hear was screaming. All he saw was smoke, black things, death, and destruction. His beautiful city was being destroyed by orcs but he was powerless to stop it. All he could do was fight and fight the seemingly endless wave of orcs. Finally he manages to get back to his house. It was burning, and his nana and ada were nowhere to be found.
"NANA! ADA!" he shouted. He received no reply, but made his way inside the house anyway. He got to the 2nd floor and ran to their bedrooms. On the bed were his parents' charred corpses. But there was no time to cry. He turned to run but stopped when the doorway burst into flame. He sat down on the floor, resigned, and waited for death. But it never came.
Two arms grabbed him around the waist and dragged him downstairs. Once he was outside he saw it was an orc. He tried halfheartedly to fight but to no avail. He was taken to Melkor and made a slave for the first week. A pleasure slave. Then he eventually made his way to being Melkor's personal assistant. Which is where he was today.
End Flashback
That first week as Melkor's slave was the worst time in his life. He had been subjected to things no living thing, even orcs, deserved. Yet he bore it to this day, and was strong enough to live on. Anayron pushed the memories out of his head, concentrating only on Lótë, and making his love for her decrease and his hate increase.
The next day, Lótë woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She looked at Anayron, and was shocked. His face was pale and gaunt, and he looked tired and annoyed.
"lets go" he said curtly, and stood up. She was about to protest but he grabbed her arm, a little too roughly for her comfort, and started walking. They came to a fork in the road, but just as Lótë turned to go left Anayron wrenched her right.
"what was that about?" she gasped.
"orcs, and spiders. Very dangerous. This way is longer but much safer" he lied, his voice dull and monotonous.
"Anayron, what is wrong? You are acting very strange and it is scaring me" she asked him.
"nothing is wrong, melethnin" he assured her, giving her a kiss on her forehead with no smile, "nothing at all". Suddenly a gust blew up, almost picking Lótë up off her feet and carrying her towards the left fork. She turned to look at Anayron for help, but all he did was grab her harshly and start dragging her towards the right.
"Anayron! Let go of me! Anayron!" she yelled, but he slapped her hard, so hard she fell to the ground. She sat up, touching her cheek gingerly and wincing. She looked at him fearfully, and his eyes softened for a moment but then hardened again.
"Ani? Why?" was all she whispered. He used some rope from her back and tied her hands together, slinging her over his back and putting her bound hands around his neck. He started running down the path.
"Ani please stop, you are scaring me! Ani my cheek hurts, put me down! Please!" she exclaimed, fighting against him. He took her to the hideout, a talan in a particular secluded beech tree. Melkor was waiting, and eyed his prize as a starving man would eye a feast.
"good work Nisin, now the King of Mirkwood is expecting a visit from his son's best friend. Go along, leave me with my prize. And you, my prize, will provide me with much amusement. Nisin, leave!" he turned to the elf, spitting his command harshly.
"what are you going to do with her?" Anayron demanded.
"none of your business! Now leave before I have my orcs kill you" he hissed venomously. Anayron left and started down the path, when he heard Lótë scream. That was the last straw. He turned and ran back, easily killing all the orc guards. He ran up the stairs and kicked the door open. Lótë was in a corner, with Melkor slowly advancing on her. There was no question as to what Melkor intended to do with a look in his eye like that. Now was the turning point. He could save Lótë and risk death, or let her be and risk damnation for all eternity. He grabbed his knife and stood next to Melkor.
"ready master? Let us have some fun"