(chapter 3)
"Our captive seems to be weakening," his master said, without preamble, as he entered the room. The room was lit with torches and a roaring fire. The master stood staring into the fire.
"She hasn't given me any new answers to my questions, lord. She still insists she doesn't know where she is from, only that we found her in Brethil. She also still claims her name is Morniel, but I very much doubt she's telling the truth. On both accounts."
"Hmmmm." The master began to pace in front of the fire. He watched the master as he paced. His patience was beginning to wear thin. How much longer would he be here? Far beyond any desire to harm her, he wanted to make her his own. He wanted her to submit to his will. He wanted to unleash the arousal that grew stronger each time he saw her.
"Soon. You'll have her soon enough," the master said, reading his thoughts correctly. "The Dark Lord is certain she holds the key, and He'll see to it that you receive her as your reward."
"I don't think I can wait much longer, lord." Even the thought of her aroused him.
"Perhaps there's a way..." the master trailed off and began to pace again. Standing still, he waited for the master to finish. 'A way? A way to what?' he thought frantically. The master finally stopped, turned to face him, and then came to stand in front of him.
"I'll inform the Dark Lord of your... desire. I think He'll approve of it. You can use it to get the answers we need out of her."
"Thank you, lord!" He had to keep himself for running to the door.
"Yes. A word of warning, my Raven. Do not, I repeat, do not do anything until I receive the Dark Lord's approval. You've waited this long, you can wait a while longer."
"Yes, lord." His anger returned. He wasn't sure long it would take for the Dark Lord to send word. Lord Melkor took his time. It could be too long to wait.
The master turned from him and went back to his customary place in front of the fire. He waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal. Raven went to the door and opened it. He went through it, but paused. One question burned in his mind.
"May I ask a question, lord?"
"You may, but be quick about it!"
"What is this 'key' the Dark Lord seeks?"
"Since the Fall of Doriath, His will has been bent on finding Gondolin and destroying it. It is His thought that the 'key' lies with our captive."
"Thank you, lord." Bowing slightly, Raven turned and left, closing the door behind him. He made a promise to himself to not visit Morniel until he had Lord Melkor's approval. 'With anticipation added to this burning and ever growing arousal, things will go much quicker,' he thought as he came to stand in front of her cell.
'She will be mine.'
