A/N: URGH! We hatess it precioussss! We hatesss little filthy teacherss! We hatesss doing homework!! We hatessss school preciousss! For EVER! Ahem! Well, this chapter will be about Nimloth... and other people...but I won't tell!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wait and see...wait and see...! Ugh! I hate the chapter's tittle...

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Chapter thirteen, Power is attractive.

Nimloth opened her eyes slowly waking up with less than few memories about what had happened. Her back didn't hurt, nor did her legs. She felt clean and rested. She looked around her, everything was pure white. She was lying on a soft bed and covered with a white blanket. Her golden hair was spread upon the pillow and as well was clean. Her hands and legs were untied, which made her jump into conclusions. 'My hands are untied, I'm clean and on a soft bed...Boromir!' She jumped and sat up euphorically, longing to see Boromir's deep grey eyes again. Instead she saw complete emptiness, there was nothing except for the sun that shyly came in through the window. Spring was coming soon on that side of middle- earth, which ever it was.

She wondered how things were going back in Angmar and for the first time in a long while she felt abandoned. She had not thought of how much she missed her brother, Mororn, and even Thalion because she had been worried thinking about Boromir. She had not felt lonely, not even when the orcs were around, but now that she was really all by herself in a place she had never seen before she could think straight and all memories came back to her. Warm tears were gathering on the corner of her eyes and were about to fall when she saw an old man sitting on a chair in the other side of the room. His clothes were white and so were his long beard and hair. He looked ancient and wise and reminded her of Gandalf, but despite his resemblance to the grey wizard this man was completely different, something about his proud and cold eyes told her that this old man wasn't trustworthy.

"I see you are awake!" he said standing up. She didn't answer. "I'm glad you have. I was hoping you could answer some questions that are intriguing me." He was nothing like Gandalf. This man's voice was highly persuasive, his words were charming and made you go under his spell.

"Yes," Nimloth mused stranged. "Where am I? Who are you?" she asked confused.

The man laughed. "Why, you are in Orthanc! And that makes me Saruman the white does it?"

'Saruman? I remember! Bad istar, not talk to him that's what Galadriel told me...now I understand.' "Why am I here?"

"Well, I've already told you, I have some questions you might want to answer..." He looked straight into her eyes , reading her thoughts (that were fixed on Boromir...) . She didn't realise this at first but when she did she closed her eyes trying as hard as she could to fight back. She had studied this kind of powers and learned how to fight them back...now she was sorry she hadn't pay much attention to that class...

"Hum," The wizard mused. "Quite strong. Aren't you? Well we will try later if you wish." And he strode back to the door.

"Wait!" Nimloth called. "After I've answered your questions...I'm free to go, right?"

"One of the main reasons I've brought you here, Nimloth Tindomul, is because you have something of great value with you...I know, he knows and he'll come for you, unless you become Nimloth the white, my wife and in that case he'll only take the gem. We got to an agreement," he answered smiling. She sighed, frustrated. She was so coward.

"There is something for you in there, " Saruman said pointing to a wardrobe in a corner. "Maybe you'll like it best than those clothes you are wearing, they are not proper for a lady." He left.

Nimloth was left alone for more than three hours. She had searched for something to unlock the door, but she found nothing and even if she eventually found something there were no possibilities of getting out alive for her door was guarded. She was so desperate she even thought of jumping of the little balcony out side her window but desisted as she saw how far down the ground was. Finally she gave up and again she was alone and bored. She remembered the wardrobe and decided to find out what was in there for her. Suddenly the thought of Boromir came to her mind, maybe they had Boromir locked up in there, dead. She hesitated but decide to open the wardrobe anyway. She opened, prepared to see Boromir stiff and cold but once she saw what was inside she calmed down and even laughed at her stupidity. There was no dead Boromir or anything like it, it was just...a dress. A dress hung in the wardrobe. She took it out. It was beautiful, long and white with some golden decorations. The only thing that bothered her was the colour: white. She would have a black one instead, but nevertheless it was a beautiful gown. She put it on, it fit perfectly. The end of it moved freely and flowed like foam in a river and the rest embraced delicately her figure. She laughed happily. It had been ages since she wore a dress as beautiful as that, actually it had been a long time since she wore a dress at all. She sat on the soft bed and embraced her knees. She sighted "I wish this had never happen," she muttered. She had never wanted an adventure. All that she wanted was to be treated like a princess and live in peace... 'not to be captured by orcs and then chased by a Balrog and then chased by orcs again in Lorien or...' She stopped and smiled. ' To fall in love...Boromir, if something positive came out of this was him. But he is gone now and I'll never see him again, I miss fighting with him and calling him 'man of Gondor.' she shook her head. 'But what am I thinking? I can't be like this for the rest of my life...crying over him...though that's all I want to do.'

Suddenly someone knocked the door and entered. "Oh! I see you liked my present!" Saruman said.

"Uh... yes Thank you," Nimloth stammered, remembering that he wanted to make her his wife.

"I must say , it looks wonderful on you. Now, ready to answer my questions?" There was no answer. The interrogation began. Saruman trying to get in Nimloth's head (a/n: not literally ,of course...;) ) and she fighting back.

Where is he?! Saruman spoke telepathically. Rage dripping in his voice. He had tried to stay calm and be nice, but she wasn't cooperating at all.

"I'll never tell YOU!" she yelled. "And I'll never be your wife either! I rather be dead than marry you! Be dead and join B..." She then remembered it was better not to mention Boromir to him, so he couldn't use him as a motivation to answer his questions.

'Hum...B? Boromir! feature steward of Gondor...dead? Humph! Well if she wants to think that, I'm not telling her the opposite...' "Boromir? He is already dead, my orcs killed him and massacred him. We found something useful to do with him...after all my fighting Uruk-hais needed food."

Nimloth felt desperate. Tears were about to emerge from her pale eyes and she begun to cry silently.

"Oh...now that's not right, such a beautiful lady crying for a man that's not quite up to her status." He sat next to her and embraced her. She felt he was kind of right about Boromir, for some reason, she felt attracted to the old man (a/n: Yuck! What on earth is she thinking!). he was so powerful and she liked that. She pushed him apart and still sobbing said, "Please go away, I want to be alone."

"As you wish my lady." He went out. He found her amusing and extremely attractive. She was also important, he surely didn't LOVE her, he didn't felt love for nobody but himself, but she was powerful and that's what he desired the most.

A/N: U-uh! What's going to happen?...ha, ha, ha! I'll never tell...well until the next chappy...so hoped you enjoyed it...Oh, I forgot to ask you: have you find out what the button at the bottom of the page does? The one that says 'submit review' ...No??? you MUST find out...and if you already know what it does then...you must do it again! It's sooo fun!