Disclaimer: As always, I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters/places/items. I do own Evangle (E-ven-jewel), please don't steal her. I have only read the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. All of my information was found by researching different Lord of the Rings sites. I'm sorry if anything is incorrect or off. Flames are welcome since they smother my pyro vibes. Sue if you want, but you won't get anything, except maybe a toothpick.

Author's Note: Eh! Never again shall I take a break from writing fan fiction or working on my site. My site is in chaos and I have so much to update. My fan fictions haven't been updated in months. Oh well, you people are going to have to deal until my brain begins to function properly. Hum, yes, this chapter is interesting and will most likely raise the rating a bit. Most likely to PG, just to be safe. Enjoy!

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Texts written in between these are flashbacks in Evangle's memory
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What rays of the sun that could be seen through the clouds that constantly hovered over Mordor had dispersed by the time Evangle had returned from the kitchens. Having satisfied her hunger and thirst, she sat at the desk, twiddling with her quill, which she in the end stuck in her mouth and began to chew on the soft feather. After a few moments, she ripped it out in frustration and opened the book.

46 Coirë, 3019
Third Age

The ways of the heart are most extraordinary. I can't even begin to fathom the possibilities of the heart and why we choose or fall for whom we do in our lifetime. When I met Sauron, known as Annatar at the time, I was a young elf. I was still being faced with the decision of which kin I was going to live with. I had been tired from the constant buzz of the main kingdom, along with the constant debates with Elrond about my choice. I couldn't concentrate on my lore, so I decided to leave for the very edge of the kingdom where I knew I could find some peace.

Evangle paused for a second and rested her head on the palm of her hand. She sighed as she stared up at the ceiling, memories flooding unwanted into her mind.

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A slightly dark woman with black hair made her way through the woods, shadows crossing across her face from the sunlight creeping through the branches of the trees. She was wearing a white dress that came down to her knees and the sleeves bell out at the ends. She was humming softly to herself, a small book clasped in her hand. She came to the ends of the woods and settled herself in front of a large birch. She laid on her stomach; one elbow propped up so her left hand could hold up her head, while the right flipped through the pages of the book. She was still humming softly as her eyes scanned over the text.

About an hour later, a large shadow blocked out the sunlight from which she was using to read with. She looked up to see a man there, but it was no ordinary man. His hair was a greasy dark brown that fell just below his shoulder blades in a slight mess. His skin was a dark caramel, nearly brown with dark brown lips. His nose, while not enormous, was a bit larger than those more commonly found on mortal men. A dark, midnight black tunic was buttoned over a lighter shade of black shirt with dark brown leggings. Thrown onto his back and clasped in the front by a mithril broach was a dark gray cloak. But the darkness of the man, which was unusual in the light of the Elven kingdom, wasn't what captured the young elf woman. It was his dark mahogany eyes. When she was lying on the ground and his muscular body blocked the light, they had seemed mahogany, nearly blending in with his pupils. But, when she stood up to look him over more closely, they had seemed a deep scarlet color, blood red.

Evangle looked at the man, her mouth slightly open. She then shook her head and offered the man her hand.

"My name is Evangle," she said.

"Annatar," he said, taking her hand.

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Shaking her head to stop the memory that would surely cause her to cry, Evangle returned her attention back to the book. She chewed slightly on a strand of hair, before writing again.

Our introduction to each was short and to the point. He wished to speak to Gil-galad, High King of Noldor. I simply nodded and led him into the kingdom. We met up with one of the guards, who after a few moments of thinking let us past. I thought nothing of it at the time, thinking that the elf was merely doing his job. When we reached the palace of Lindon, I realized that Gil-galad was currently in a meeting with a few of his advisors. I informed Annatar of this, but then followed it by saying that I could lead him to the head advisor, Elrond. Annatar said that, at the present moment, that would be fine. My brother, like me, would often sit in the library for hours, soaking in whatever he could. He was indeed there and I briefly introduced Annatar, before leaving to let them talk about whatever it was Annatar wanted to discuss.

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Annatar walked through a hallway, led by a slender blonde elf. If it was a female or male was beyond him. He was directed into a dining room and he sat at the table. The male elf that he had talked to earlier, Elrond, was there. Alongside him on his right was who he supposed was Gil-galad. He looked across the table and the Elven woman he met earlier was there. She was biting her fingernail, looking at him with interest. He smiled gently and she jumped a bit, smiling back at him. She then became very interested in the way her silverware was set up. No one else seemed to notice the exchange. Dinner began a few moments later and it was mostly spent eating in silence.

Evangle was so absorbed in figuring out their guest, Annatar, that she hadn't even realized that he was looking at her. When she did, she jumped a bit before shyly smiling back. She then busied herself with setting the silverware in different places. When she was done and looked at him again, he was talking with Gil-galad. She sighed quietly and then the meal began. The silence pounded in her ears and when someone began to talk, it was far too low for her to make out. At the end of dinner, she watched as Gil-galad invited Annatar and Elrond to join him in a private room. She was left to figure out her own musings over the stranger, but eventually curiosity got the better of her.

Evangle made her way silently to the council room. She quirked an eyebrow at how silent it sounded inside. She lowered herself onto her knees, sitting on her feet, and placed her ear to the lock hole. As soon as she began to adjust her hearing, the door swung out from underneath her and Evangle tumbled to the ground in front of Gil-galad. She glanced up, trying to look innocent, but he just frowned at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Elrond was shaking his head and Annatar seemed amused. She noted that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"So," Elrond began, "what were you doing there Evangle?"

"Um...I was...was...cleaning the lock..."

She smiled sweetly, noticing Elrond's apparently bad mood. He didn't seem to think of her so innocent. He was about to say something, but Gil-galad interrupted.

"Well, are you done cleaning the lock?"

"Yes Gil-galad."

"Then, we need to speak privately with Annatar. Perhaps you can go help Quellealda with cleaning the dishes from tonight's meal."

"Of course, my lord."

Evangle turned around to leave the room and shut the door behind her. She knew that after the meeting she was going to hear from Elrond. She sighed as she already knew that he was going to give her a large lecture about spying and then an even longer one about her decision.

In the room, Annatar continued his discussions with Elrond and Gil-galad about teaching the elves his crafts. Both of them rejected his offers, but he continued to try to persuade them. They still refused, but said that he could stay in Lindon. He thanked them for the offer and asked how long he was allowed to stay. They said as long as he wishes unless they decide otherwise. Annatar bowed deeply and said he would like to take his leave.

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Annatar, Elrond, and Gil-galad continued their discussions after dinner that night. I, at the time, had no idea about what they were discussing. I learnt later that Sauron was trying to convince the elves to help make the Rings of Power. His time was spent shortly in Lindon and he only stayed there for a few months. When he left, he didn't realize a stow-away was with him.

Evangle

Evangle yawned and stretched before putting down her quill. She closed the book softly and began to doodle on the cover with her finger. She stopped and lifted up her finger slightly. Suddenly, she threw the book into the desk drawer and slammed it, tears forcing their way out. She sat there, breathing heavy, trying to get her emotions in order. When she was certain that she would be fine, she stood up and crossed to the window. Sitting on the sill with her head resting on the windowpane, she fell asleep.


Author's Note: Oh wow! What a long chapter! Wasn't expecting it to be so damn long, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it. Did you like the flashbacks or do you think they need to go? Love it? Hate it? Please review. Flames are welcomed since I need some more fire to burn the kids on The Sims...yes, I'm evil...deal with it. Also, the next chapter shall be up within the next two or three days. I am currently writing the fourth chapter. Yay!