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Chapter 18
"You don't understand." Celidur begged. "You don't understand what is going on."
The servant had been trying to convince his lover to not attend the lunch with the Fellowship and the rest of her family for a matter of minutes now. But Cefielle had her father's stubbornness.
"That does not matter." Cefielle argued. "Why should I not go to a meal in my own home, Celidur? Tell me that."
"You do not know what will happen." He replied desperately. "I do."
"And what terrible thing could happen?" Cefielle asked.
"I cannot tell you." Celidur said grimly. "I only know that you must not go to eat with the Fellowship and your family. Something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it in my very bones."
"That is a lie." Cefielle hissed, earning herself a look of shock from her lover. "You are lying to me as you lied to Prince Legolas!"
Celidur narrowed his eyes, his rage for the other elf boiling up inside him. "The Prince? How did you find this out?"
"He told me so." Cefielle said quietly, sitting down on her bed. "He came to me and…"
"He came to you?" Accused Celidur, stepping closer to her. "Are you unfaithful to me, Cefielle? After all I've done for you?"
Cefielle's emerald eyes widened in shock. "Of course not!" She exclaimed. "He came to me for information about you…"
Celidur's voice became dangerous and soft. "What did you tell him?"
"What you didn't…the truth!" Declared Cefielle. "I told him who you were, your birthdate and what happened to your parents, nothing more involving you. But I did tell him about Mithrendol."
Celidur stiffened at the mention of Mithrendol's name. "What did you tell him about your brother?" He asked softly.
"That he was killed…" Cefielle said sadly, drooping her head and beginning to cry for the second time today. "And how terrible it was…how terrible it still is…."
Celidur sat down and wrapped his arms tightly around Cefielle in a comforting gesture. "Don't cry, melamin (AN: "my love" in elvish). You may not know it, but he is close by."
"How do you know?" Sobbed the girl.
Celidur grasped her chin in his hand, and tilted her face up so that it was level with his. "I just know."
He smiled and leaned in and placed a soft, innocent kiss on her lips. It quickly became deeper and less innocent as he pushed her down on her back and ran his hands over her curves.
"Celidur," Cefielle gasped. "We cannot do this now."
Celidur paused and opened his eyes, meeting her gaze, which was no more than 3 inches away from his own. He leaned down once more and gave her a last kiss before climbing off her and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You know…" He said with a small smile. "No matter what happens, I will always love you."
He gave her a pain-filled glance and asked the words she had been dreading. "Do you feel the same for me?"
Cefielle sat up slowly and swallowed. "Y…yes."
"Say it." Commanded Celidur.
"No matter what happens, I will love you, Celidur." Cefielle promised with a heavy heart. She could not help feeling that something was terribly wrong with the way he was speaking to her. It was as if he was apologizing for something he might do in the future.
"And so will I," Returned the servant, reaching and stroking her soft, pale cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry, melamin."
Cefielle frowned deeply. "For what?"
"This." Celidur swiftly pulled out a piece of cloth out from under his servant uniform, and before Cefielle could react to anything, he had forcefully pushed her down and pressed it against her mouth and nose.
She struggled, but it was no use. Celidur was so much stronger, and…and the cloth was dampened with some drug, she realized, as she inhaled and was immediately met with a wave of dizziness. She closed her mouth tightly and refused to breath.
"Cefielle, my love." Celidur pleaded. "Please don't fight it. This is for your own good."
Cefielle shot him a glance full of hatred, and tried to scream as loudly as she could. But the sound was muffled by the cloth and Celidur's hand. No one outside of her room would be able to hear her.
The attempt had also left her without enough air. She held her breath as long as she could, but her lungs began to ache, and her heart pound as Celidur waited patiently for her to inhale again. Finally, and involuntarily, her mouth opened and she gasped for air, only to inhale more fumes from the cloth. Her eyesight became blurred, and her thoughts tangled.
"Shh…" whispered Celidur as he watched her breath in another breath. "I'm sorry. But I cannot allow you to leave this room until my work is done. I love you."
Cefielle's eyelids began to droop and her struggles stopped. Finally, her eyes closed and she was as still as death itself.
Good. Celidur thought. Now back to business.
"Is the Prince ready?" Rasped a soft, hissing voice from the corner of the room.
Celidur spun around defensively before he say that it was just the Wraith.
"You know, I wish you would cease doing that." He said agitatedly.
The Nazgul laughed, a sound even Celidur did not like to here. "I said, is the Prince ready?" It repeated with impatience after it's humor had passed.
"Do you mean me, or Prince Legolas?" Inquired Celidur, climbing off the bed and leaving Cefielle unconscious.
She won't wake for at least twelve hours…he estimated.
"I mean both." Answered the Nazgul. "Although you have had much more time to prepare—3007 years, I believe—and Prince Legolas will have only the time you give him."
Celidur frowned. "He is not the only priority in this, you know." He said. "Your master wants me to kill Celebhen, his other three daughters, and the Ringbearer as well."
"And what of your mother?" Asked the Wraith. "Will you kill her?"
Celidur gave the Nazgul a hateful glance. "Maegluin will die. I care not for her. It was her mistake that started all this."
"You are her mistake, Celidur." The Nazgul hissed cruely, using the alias that the elf had been using for the past 3007 years.
Celidur clenched his fist and his teeth as he glared at the evil creature.
"Never call me by that name again," He ordered as he turned towards the door. He took a breath and uttered a few words…words he had not said in over three millennia.
"My name is Mithrendol."
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AN: I know what your thinking: "EEEeeewww, she's screwing her brother!!" It might look like that now but it's really different. So don't be grossed out. It might seem sick but that's the way I want Celidur…or rather, Mithrendol to be. Sick, selfish, perverse and wanting revenge!