Ok, once again all disclaimers, notes, ECT. are in the first chapter. The song below is another Evanescence piece called Wash it All Away (yes, in case you haven't noticed I like Evanescence). Also, this chapter contains attempted rape. It's nothing really bad and can probably be filed under a PG-13 rating but, as with the story overall, I'm just playing it safe.
My Time in Mordor
Chapter 3: Wash it All Away
Please don't be afraid
When the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence
Screaming in our hearts
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Sirith looked down at the girl, Sereina, and sneered. His master's hands were resting lightly on the wound that Khamul had given her in an over zealous attempt to pacify her. When they had first brought her in Khamul had asked Sauron why he was healing the girl.
After a while Sauron had answered, though his voice was soft and seemed far away. "I am doing this so that you can get over with sooner. I know I have done this before so by now it should be common sense." The last part was said rather nastily. Khamul had glared at the back of Sauron's head for a moment and then walked out muttering to himself.
Sirith smirked and narrowed his eyes. A slight movement from the girl caught his eye and he turned his attention back to her. As she opened her eyes and blinked at Sauron a few timed, causing the Dark Lord to smile. Though surprise covered the surface of her eyes a fire glowed beneath. Sirith could tell, just by seeing that fire, that the chase would be fun.
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Sereina woke to the most beautiful man she had ever seen bending over her. He was pale with black hair and eyes and was wearing a long black robed with gold thread around the cuffs and neck of the robe. As he moved back she caught sight of a tall cloaked figure standing in the shadows. She instantly recognized it as one of the wraiths and whipped her head around, trying to find an exit. She was surprised when a warm hand clasped around her arm and even more surprised when the wraith snorted. She jerked away from the man as the wraith walked forward and moved to stand beside the other man.
A smile tugged at the man's lips and he stood. He was at least six feet tall but the wraith was still stood over him by half a head. "Welcome to Barad-dur child. I am Sauron and this," he motioned to the wraith, "Is Sirith, the Witch King of Angmar."
She was about to ask why she was there when the he continued. "Over the next week or so you will be given time to recover. Food will be brought to you but you are free to roam the tower as you like. I warn you now to stay toward the top though, on the lower levers there are orcs and you will most likely be killed if they get a hold of you." Sauron's expression was slightly bored but she could almost feel the wraith smirking under his hood. Sauron started to walk away and, seeing the wraith wasn't coming, motioned for him to follow. When both were out the door it closed, leaving her alone with only herself as company.
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Sereina had been woken early the next morning by a servant who had explained the general layout of the castle to her, saying that only the top most rooms were off limits to her. After a brief look around the tower she had decided that Sauron was true to his word and that she wouldn't be able to escape. Upon deciding this she knew that she could do nothing but wait and listen to the gossip of the servants. Even though she was never told anything directly she could almost always hear their whispers, as she had been put generally close to their quarters.
Even though the tower was open to her at all times she only ventured out four times. The first had been to confirm Sauron's warning. On her second time out she had seen Sauron. He had been walking slowly and carrying what looked like a cloak over his arm. She had lost sight of him when he descended a narrow staircase and had not followed, no matter how interesting it might prove. Two days later she had seen two of the wraiths bickering loudly in a language she didn't know. Quickly she had hid in an adjoining passage and had waited for them to pass, not wanting to be caught alone with them.
Even through all of this it was the last that stuck out in her mind the most. A day later, after not being able to stand her stuffy quarters she had sought out a corridor with windows. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she had found desired corridor. She had obviously been lower then she had originally thought for as she looked over the scarred and barren land she was forcefully pulled around by an orc. Her eyes went wide as it shoved her against the wall and pressed itself against her.
"What's a tasty morsel like yer doin' round 'ere? 'Spose it down matter anyway. Them up top won't notice a bit." As it talked its breath fanned over her face, carrying the stench of rotting meat with it, and she cringed and closed her eyes.
The dress she was wearing had a long and flowing skirt so the orc decided that it would do it the easy way and hooked a grimy finger into the bodice. Sereina felt a slight tug from the finger when the orc suddenly gave a strangled cry. Sereina felt something drop onto her face and then felt the orc step back.
Something touched her face and she opened her eyes, surprised. Before her stood one of the wraith. As she stared at him in stupid shock she realized that the usual feeling of fear wasn't overpowering her. She also noticed that he didn't tower over her like the Witch King did. The wraith wasn't wearing any gloves and as it lowed its hand all she could see was a small smear of blood from the orc that lay dead at the wraith's feet. The wraith sighed, most likely in annoyance, and grabbed her by the arm none to gently. As it led her back to her room it spoke in a low voice with a slight hiss to its words. "You will stay in you room for the rest of your visit. You will only be allowed out if I or one of the others gets you."
When they got to her room, which only took about ten minutes, and pushed her through the door. When it closed she heard the distinct sound of a lock turning and swore. She was stuck.
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With no one to let her out she had stayed stuck for another two days, silently wondering when she was going to die. She realized it would be soon though because of the servants telling looks. To herself she swore she wouldn't give up without a fight when that day came.
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The day she had worried about for so long came about a week after her capture. About three hours before sundown a wraith came to her room and told her to follow him. They walked in silence until they came to an ornately carved door she had never seen before. The wraith opened one of the doors and waited for her to walk in before closing it soundlessly behind her.
The room she had stepped into was huge. The only thing she could see was a long red rug leading up to a black throne. The room had very few candles and only few of the scones had torches in them. As her eyes adjusted she noticed Sauron was leaning against the back of the throne with an unreadable look on his face. She continued to walk until she was about five feet from the throne and then stopped, waiting. After a moment he pushed off of the chair and walked around it.
"The wraiths wish to take you out tonight. You will be taken to one of the mountain ranges, most likely the Ash Mountains to the north, and then they will hunt you." His tone was uninterested even though a smile flickered over his face as he spoke. For a moment he stopped, as if thinking. "You will be given a head start, but then all bets are off."
Again he paused, this time to dig through his robes. After a moment of searching he pulled out a small blue bottle and held it out to her. "This potion will give you a special ability for a short period of time, though I won't tell you what it is. This will be your only self-defense unless you chose to take a sword with you."
Hesitantly Sereina took the bottle and Sauron called for the wraith(Khamul) and he left through a door behind the throne that she hadn't noticed.
"Are you coming or would you rather gape here uselessly for the rest of the night?" Though the wraith's voice was quiet she still was startled to hear him speak.
Biting her lip she walk toward him. He didn't even wait for her to reach him before he turned and led the way back to her room.
"I will be back in an hour to pick you up. Be ready by then." Not really listening she nodded and listened as the door closed and locked before she heard his footsteps going rapidly down the hall.
Once more forced to wait she changed into pants and a loose shirt. She then picked up the bottle held it up to the light and examined it more closely. The liquid was opaque and as she tipped the bottle it moved slowly over the glass like cold molasses. Face screwed up in disgust she put the bottle in a pocket.
Next she walked over to the bed and pulled her sword out from under it. At first she had been surprised that she had been allowed to keep the sword, but then had realized that it would be useless against the beings in the castle and had shoved it under the bed, where it had laid uselessly until now. After strapping it around her waist she flopped unto the bed and waited for the wraith to show up. Eventually the lock clicked and she looked up and over to see one of the wraiths standing in the door waiting for her.
She jumped up and walked through the door, which closed behind her, and then followed the wraith. Finally they stepped into the gray light of Mordor and onto a landing area. Nine of the beasts the first Nazgul that she had encountered were scattered over the platform and she could actually get a good look at them. They were all sinister looking, much like their owners, and had long necks and huge membrane wing. A few had turned as the wraith and she had entered onto the platform and looked at them with small red eyes.
The wraith quickly walked over to one and mounted it. Once situated he held a hand down for her but she hesitated a little too long and he said, "Make this easier for the both of us and just give me your hand." At that moment the last thing she wanted to do was take his hand but she saw no way out of it and complied. With strength that surprised her he pulled her unto the beast and wrapped an arm around her to steady her.
The rest of the wraith arrived in small groups and soon the ten were heading for the Ash Mountains which could almost be seen through the haze of Mt. Doom.
