All disclaimers are in the first chapter. If you think I own Lord of the Rings you are sadly mistaken. I don't even know if I was alive when Tolkien was. Also, the songs in this chapter are from Cradle of Filth and The Lord of the Rings soundtrack. I'm sure you can guess which is which.
My Time in Mordor
Chapter 4: Her Ghost in the Fog
But no, no tears, please
Fear and Pain may accompany death.
But it is desire that shepherds its certainly,
As we shall see...
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They landed an hour later; most of the time taken up by finding nine places that were relatively close together for the wraiths to land. The wraith, who Sereina guessed was the Witch King, landed with no effort on a relatively flat area and pushed her off the mount.
"From this point on your life is in danger. I suggest you run."
Sereina looked back at the wraith only to see that he was slowly dismounting. She got up and started running. Before she was totally out of view she took a look back and saw the wraith looking for a place to lash his mount. She heard a shriek to her left and promptly went right. After walking for awhile she stopped and pulled out the vial Sauron had given her and opened and downed it, deciding that if it was poison it might just be better to die that way than by the Nazgul's blades. She gulped down the foul smelling liquid and grimaced for a minute before hearing another shriek that signaled the wraith's approach. She though about leaving the bottle there but instead threw it into a path she had decided not to take.
The path she did take soon turned out to be a bad choice as cliffs rose on either side of the path. Sereina stopped for a minute to catch her breath and saw two vertical scrapes on the southern most cliff. A dark mark was on the rock around the scrapes that looked strangely like blood. She shuddered and continued to walk and at times run, through the ever thinning passage between the two cliffs. Soon the only way was up so she took out the sword she had buckled around her waist and cut two strips of cloth of her shirt and wrapped them around her hands. Knowing she would later need the sword, she re-sheathed it and put it over one shoulder and under the other like a messenger bag would be carried. She went to the side that didn't have the scrapes on them and started ever so slowly to climb. As she progressed up the cliff blisters started to form on her fingers and her feet hurt more than she ever thought they could. The only thing that saved her was that the cliff wasn't extremely sheer and had many foot and hand holds. By the time the top of the cliff was in view she felt as if she was about to collapse. 'Just a bit further,' she thought. She was barely able to pull herself over the ledge of the cliff before collapsing. The sword was pocking her in the back but she didn't even have the energy to move it.
As the moon moved across her vision she resolved to get up after it went behind a cloud. She slowly dragged herself to her feet when this happened and repositioned the sword and started walking, knowing she was a sitting duck if she didn't.
Suddenly she realized that the slope was slowly descending. She looked back and saw a dark figure standing on the other side of the crevice looking at her. The only reason she saw him was because the sun was behind him, creating a chilling silhouette. He turned and started to walk away and soon she couldn't see him. Turning back to the way she was gong she started to walk again. Soon the ground started to make small drop offs and she carefully progressed over them. Five minutes later she came to a seven-foot drop but didn't distress, the bottom was clear of any rocks that would hurt her seriously and she jumped. Much to her surprise she slowly floated to the ground. She smiled and silently thanked Sauron and started running as fast as she could, not paying attention to the sudden drops. The only time she stopped was when a sudden shriek rang through the air and the flap of wing became slightly louder. She turned and saw one of the mounted Nazgul and dropped to the ground, hoping it hadn't seen her. After a moment she realized it wasn't leaving and stood again. By then the winged creature touched down and the wraith dismounted. The other wraiths had caught up with her and were slowly forming a circle. She took off at a dead run and pushed through two of the wraiths. One fell back and the other unsheathed his sword and ran it along her leg. Sereina stumbled slightly but kept running, her adrenalin pushing her on.
The sword at her side hit painfully against her leg and she stumbled again. After regaining her balance she unbuckled the with some difficulty and it fell to the ground with a dull thud. Not long after she fell and twisted her ankle and wasn't able to get up. The Witch King, how she recognized him was beyond her, walked up to her and pulled her roughly to her feet. He pushed her back and drew his sword as a wraith that had moved behind her put the flat of his blade against her back. When the Witch King's sword was fully drawn he pointed at her and she was pushed back to him. As he brought it level with her throat the sword tip barely punctured her skin. It didn't go all the way in but still hurt. His fingers had been splayed against her chest to stop her from moving forward. She gasped for a minute before realizing he wasn't going to kill her right away.
"If you pull away I may be forced to do this in more violent ways," his voice was barely a whisper. After a moment she saw him pull out a knife and hand it to the wraith behind her. He said something she couldn't understand and the wraith behind her cut off her shirt and bra and started dragging the blade through the skin on her back. She shivered and wrapped her arm around her stomach as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks from the pain.
When the wraith had finished she could feel the blood dripping down her back and onto the ground, she even thought she could hear it as it splashed on the ground around her feet. The wraith handed back the knife and the Witch King pushed it under the belt that secured his sword around his waist.
"You have enough life force to make the Master stronger." Sereina could hear the smile in the wraith's voice. "Be proud of what you are doing."
Suddenly the sword was away from her throat and, before she could take another breath the sword was swinging in a arch towards her head.
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So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
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Sauron looked up as one of the Nazgul entered his bedchamber. He closed the book of black magic and slowly walked over to the wraith.
"She is dead then, Sirith" he stated more than asked.
The Witch King nodded and handed his Lord a long lock of auburn hair. Sauron took it and held it in his hand for a moment and then stroked it gently before it burst into flames. Early that night the wraiths had done the same with the head and body after cutting some hair off.
Sauron knew his eyes had turned red even without the grin on the wraith's face to tell him; it meant the spell had worked. He smiled as the wave of power hit him and completed the spell.
"Maybe I will bring the next one over sooner." Sauron said to the wraith as they walked out of the room together.
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I hope no one was out of character. Well, I think this version is better than the old one, and I hope that anyone who read that one likes this better.
