I only own Katalia, Baragon, and his family.
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Chapter 12 Life and Death...
Baragon awoke in his house. Aunt Sevein was bending over him. His stomach hurt and he was tired but besides that was fine. He tried sitting up, croaked, "What happened?"
Sevien gently pushed him back down. "We won the battle." she said softly. Then she told him all she could about that day. Baragon closed his eyes as his aunt stroked his cheek.
"Where is Katalia? Is she still alive?" Baragon asked worriedly.
"She went into battle!"
"Yes."
"I haven't seen her." she paused, choking back sobs. "But I have more bad news, your father is dead and Telperion is worse..." she brought her hand up to her mouth. " ....on the point of death." Cried Aunt Sevein. Baragon bit his lip, tears streamed down his cheeks. Once he had stopped, Aunt Sevein gently fed him, re bandaged his wounds, and he fell back asleep. When next he awoke, he felt revived, and based on his Aunt's information on the battle, went in search of Eowyn and found her in the Houses of Healing. She looked pale, laying still in a large bed. She greeted him with a sad smile and hallow eyes.
"Eowyn."
"Hello Baragon." she said.
They talked for a while Baragon asked her about her part in the battle. Eowyn hesitantly told him.
"The girl what happened to her?" Asked Baragon positive it was Katalia.
Eowyn furrowed her brows. "Before I blacked out, I saw Southernlings carry her away."
"What did the girl look like?" he asked, his voice even.
"She was short and had blue eyes. Why?"
Baragon told her about Katalia. Then asked, "Why didn't they carry you and Merry away too?"
"I don't know. My guess is that the King came and they weren't able to get us."
"Did the Southernlings say anything?"
She thought for a moment, replying the scene in her mind. Her eyes widened in horror." I remember." she said, her voice shaking. "They said, take the beast to Barad-Dur!"
Baragon paced the floor, Katalia in Mordor, his father dead, and Telperion dying. How could he deal with all this? Baragon said good bye to Eowyn and went back home. He went into Telperion' room. She was sleeping her face was wet and hot. He touched her face gently, then clenched his fist. She was dying! No one could save her now. He smacked his fist against the wall in anger and despair, then stopped. ~Unless, the King! He could save her!~ With a parting glance Baragon ran off in search of the King. He got tired quickly, his stomach ached. Finally he found the King. He stood before him in a breathless heap.
"My Lord! My sister Telperion is at the point of death. Will you please came and heal her?" he begged. Aragorn turned to him, his gray eyes were sad and weary. He nodded.
"I will come. Take me to her."
"Thank you." Baragon said, tears forming in his eyes. The King came and, hours later he told Baragon that Telperion was recovering, her fever broke. She just needed to rest now. Baragon thanked the Valar silently while watching his sister sleep peacefully.
For the next one or two days Baragon rested. Then orders came that all men were going to the gates of Mordor for a battle. And with a determined will, Baragon went with them.
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Katalia dreamed horrible nightmares. Then before she awoke, she saw Frodo at the Crack of Doom. He was about to pur the Ring on! She awoke saying, "Don't put on the Ring!" Drenched in cold sweat.
Being awake wasn't any better then her nightmares, her leg and arm hurt. An orc came and shoved this black liquid down her throat. Katalia gagged, she couldn't drink this. The orc forced it down. It had a nasty taste but she got strength from it. (more out of fear then physical help.)
The orc led her to the top of Barad-Dur. Her eyes focused on the eye. The big, red, horrible, evil eye. He was searching her soul looking to see who had the Ring. He wanted it. Horror filled her mind. ~ I won't tell him!~ Finally she was led back down and put in chains. An orc started whipping and after each whip asked, "Where is the Ring?" Katalia didn't tell. If she told Sauron would conquer all of Middle Earth.
~Anyhow I'd be tortured either way. I helped kill a Nazgul.~ she thought grimly. Again and again the whip cracked it seemed like forever before he finally stopped and she was allowed to rest. ~They must have brought me back so they could torture me!~ Katalia fell into darkness. When she awoke next her whole body ached. Immediately an orc dragged her on the ground for a while the sharp stones tore her flesh, dust clouding her lungs. Then they banged her head against a wall, always asking, "Where is the Ring?" Katalia blacked out again and they stopped, for a time. As she plummeted into darkness.
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I know such an evil chapter right? Don't kill me yet I beg you! Let me finish please?
Namarie,
Katalia
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Chapter 12 Life and Death...
Baragon awoke in his house. Aunt Sevein was bending over him. His stomach hurt and he was tired but besides that was fine. He tried sitting up, croaked, "What happened?"
Sevien gently pushed him back down. "We won the battle." she said softly. Then she told him all she could about that day. Baragon closed his eyes as his aunt stroked his cheek.
"Where is Katalia? Is she still alive?" Baragon asked worriedly.
"She went into battle!"
"Yes."
"I haven't seen her." she paused, choking back sobs. "But I have more bad news, your father is dead and Telperion is worse..." she brought her hand up to her mouth. " ....on the point of death." Cried Aunt Sevein. Baragon bit his lip, tears streamed down his cheeks. Once he had stopped, Aunt Sevein gently fed him, re bandaged his wounds, and he fell back asleep. When next he awoke, he felt revived, and based on his Aunt's information on the battle, went in search of Eowyn and found her in the Houses of Healing. She looked pale, laying still in a large bed. She greeted him with a sad smile and hallow eyes.
"Eowyn."
"Hello Baragon." she said.
They talked for a while Baragon asked her about her part in the battle. Eowyn hesitantly told him.
"The girl what happened to her?" Asked Baragon positive it was Katalia.
Eowyn furrowed her brows. "Before I blacked out, I saw Southernlings carry her away."
"What did the girl look like?" he asked, his voice even.
"She was short and had blue eyes. Why?"
Baragon told her about Katalia. Then asked, "Why didn't they carry you and Merry away too?"
"I don't know. My guess is that the King came and they weren't able to get us."
"Did the Southernlings say anything?"
She thought for a moment, replying the scene in her mind. Her eyes widened in horror." I remember." she said, her voice shaking. "They said, take the beast to Barad-Dur!"
Baragon paced the floor, Katalia in Mordor, his father dead, and Telperion dying. How could he deal with all this? Baragon said good bye to Eowyn and went back home. He went into Telperion' room. She was sleeping her face was wet and hot. He touched her face gently, then clenched his fist. She was dying! No one could save her now. He smacked his fist against the wall in anger and despair, then stopped. ~Unless, the King! He could save her!~ With a parting glance Baragon ran off in search of the King. He got tired quickly, his stomach ached. Finally he found the King. He stood before him in a breathless heap.
"My Lord! My sister Telperion is at the point of death. Will you please came and heal her?" he begged. Aragorn turned to him, his gray eyes were sad and weary. He nodded.
"I will come. Take me to her."
"Thank you." Baragon said, tears forming in his eyes. The King came and, hours later he told Baragon that Telperion was recovering, her fever broke. She just needed to rest now. Baragon thanked the Valar silently while watching his sister sleep peacefully.
For the next one or two days Baragon rested. Then orders came that all men were going to the gates of Mordor for a battle. And with a determined will, Baragon went with them.
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Katalia dreamed horrible nightmares. Then before she awoke, she saw Frodo at the Crack of Doom. He was about to pur the Ring on! She awoke saying, "Don't put on the Ring!" Drenched in cold sweat.
Being awake wasn't any better then her nightmares, her leg and arm hurt. An orc came and shoved this black liquid down her throat. Katalia gagged, she couldn't drink this. The orc forced it down. It had a nasty taste but she got strength from it. (more out of fear then physical help.)
The orc led her to the top of Barad-Dur. Her eyes focused on the eye. The big, red, horrible, evil eye. He was searching her soul looking to see who had the Ring. He wanted it. Horror filled her mind. ~ I won't tell him!~ Finally she was led back down and put in chains. An orc started whipping and after each whip asked, "Where is the Ring?" Katalia didn't tell. If she told Sauron would conquer all of Middle Earth.
~Anyhow I'd be tortured either way. I helped kill a Nazgul.~ she thought grimly. Again and again the whip cracked it seemed like forever before he finally stopped and she was allowed to rest. ~They must have brought me back so they could torture me!~ Katalia fell into darkness. When she awoke next her whole body ached. Immediately an orc dragged her on the ground for a while the sharp stones tore her flesh, dust clouding her lungs. Then they banged her head against a wall, always asking, "Where is the Ring?" Katalia blacked out again and they stopped, for a time. As she plummeted into darkness.
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I know such an evil chapter right? Don't kill me yet I beg you! Let me finish please?
Namarie,
Katalia