Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR. I also do not own Caleniel, Rodwen, Nínael, Celin, or Aearoniell; they belong to Tador and Aearoniell, who have given me permission to use their characters for my own twisted ideas.

Sweet Revenge

By: Mika Saito

Chapter 4- Separation

Aearoniell watched Gaenír fight Legolas. She did not really care what was happening, she was certain she knew who would end up on top in the end. She was smirking at the battle, enjoying the feel of watching Gaenír kill his last opposition, when the arrow implanted itself in Gaenír's chest, right through his heart.

She watched, almost in a daze, as Caleniel collapsed into Elvellaswen's waiting arms. Gaenír, his had reaching pleadingly towards her, collapsed soon after. She did not move, or speak. Her presence went unnoticed while everyone else gathered around Caleniel or Legolas.

Her eyes narrowed angrily at the gathered elves, then, without thinking, she went and knelt down next to Gaenír's bloody body. She rolled him gently onto his back, her keen eyes taking in the damage that had been done to his body. Slowly she gripped the arrows smooth shaft, and with a vicious tug, pulled it free.

Crimson blood splattered on the floor, a steady drip coming from the arrow. A dark, almost black, puddle began to spread from underneath the limp body.

Quietly she placed her hand over the gaping wound and whispered a few words under her breath. The scene around her faded, to be replaced by a shadow filled room.

She sat in the middle of Gaenír's 'throne' room, as he had fondly called the constantly dark room. She had nothing to do, no real purpose, now that he was dead.

Together they had longed for power, they had spent many hours planning how they would get that power they longed to have, and together they had tried that plan out. And it had failed. Not only did it fail, but one of them had died.

This death, unlike the many others she had witnessed, caused her pain. She had not felt pain in a long time; the feeling was new to her. She had caused the pain; she did not feel it. Yet, Gaenír's death caused her pain like she had never felt before.

Finally she rose and left the room. A few minutes' later servants were scurrying about to move Gaenír's body to his room, and clean up the dead orcs in the hallway before Aearoniell became even angrier.

She sat in shadows of Gaenír's room, watching as the servants cleaned the blood from his body, dress him in black clothes, and lay him on his bed. She sat there a long time after the servants had left, staring at his body, yet not seeing him.

She was seeing Caleniel and Legolas, happy, seemingly safe in the knowledge of Gaenír's death. Her eyes narrowed in anger. It was not right! It was not right that they should be so happy in his death.

As she glared at the darkness, an idea began to form, and idea of sweet revenge.

She wanted revenge, to gain some of that power she and Gaenír had longed for, to take away their happiness, happiness that they had found only in Gaenír's death.

To take away their happiness, she had to take away the thing that brought them the most joy. There was nothing she could do right now, they might be waiting for her to make a move, and even if she knew that they weren't expecting anything there was nothing she could take away, without directly taking one of them.

With a malicious look in her eyes, and an evil smirk on her lips, she stalked out of the room, wanting to work out a planthat would be suitable for the revenge she wanted.

She opened a portal in her room, through which she watched their lives. She watched Caleniel and Legolas go for rides together, she watched Caleniel announced her pregnancy. She watched as, two years after their marriage their first child was born, and then two years later she watched their second child enter their world.

She found herself laughing as she watched the new parents learn what they could and could not do now that they had children. However, she found her plan crumbling around her when the arguments began. She knew she should have been happy, their happiness had come to an end, which was what she had wanted.

Nevertheless, she had wanted to take away their happiness with her own hands, and not slowly at that. By taking it slowly, she would give them time to adjust to it, but if she took it quickly, in one shot, they would have to bear the whole thing at one time. They would break apart.

She longed to interfere, to bring their happiness back, just so that she could take it away when she felt the time was right. She resisted the urge, and became obsessed with watching them. Often servants, or even she herself, found her loudly voicing her opinions in their arguments. Strangely, she found that she agreed with Caleniel. At that point, she turned away from the portal and applied herself to watching her minions training. Soon, however, she found herself looking through the portal again.

Her plan crumbled even more when the arguments got worse. The compulsion to help became greater, but still she refrained from interfering; there really was not much she could do anyway.

Silently Aearoniell watched their marriage fall apart around them. Finally she gave up being a spectator and gave into her desire to interfere. With an evil smile, she transported herself to Rivendell, where she disguised herself so that she could slip unnoticed into Elronds home.

Her work there was quick, though not very easy. She slipped into his study after dodging the guards that were posted around the place. Once she had managed to get into his study she sat at his desk, found something to write on, and something to write with, and penned him a letter. The letter stated clearly, without being obvious, that Legolas and Caleniel were on the verge of separation, and that someone needed to step in and help.

After that was done, all she had to do was transport herself back to her room in Gaenír's palace, then sit back and watch Elrond find and read the letter. She laughed when he left for Mirkwood that same day.

She watched Thranduil and Elrond meet, it was at this time that she decided to set her plan into motion.

Aearoniell watched for a few moments more while Legolas ran off to the stables, trying to catch up to Caleniel and their sons, then, with a whispered word, she disappeared.

Aearoniell looked around at her surroundings before heading off to find her prey. She knew where she was, it had been a risky move, but she had transported herself to a spot just barely outside of Mirkwood. If someone knew where to look, someone could easily find her.

She followed behind Legolas, being careful to stay well enough out of site if he happened to look back, though she highly doubted that he would.

When they stopped, spread out a blanket, and set out a basket that most likely held a packed lunch for their family in it, Aearoniell settled in the spot she was currently standing in. It seemed like they were not going anywhere for a while, so there was no use being uncomfortable.

Several hours later she found herself once again lost in watching them. She laughed silently as their oldest child tried to hit a tree with an arrow, but missed by several feet. Quietly she stood up when Caleniel mentioned going back and stretched, her body was stiff from sitting without moving much for the entire time she had been sitting there.

She followed them at a distance again as they headed back to the palace. She paused shortly to change her looks before following them towards the stables. Before they reached the stables, she veered away and headed in the general direction of the palace.

Aearoniell paused in the garden, pretending to look at the flowers, as Caleniel and Legolas passed her. Then she followed them into the palace. She kept her distance until the couple disappeared into a room. Mentally noting which room they had entered, she slipped into the shadows and transported herself back to her rooms to wait for them to leave the children.

She watched as Caleniel tucked the children in. She saw the beginning of the argument and frowned. Maybe now was not a good time to set her plan into motion. No, she decided after watching their entire argument, now was the perfect time. Caleniel would go crying to Legolas about their children being kidnapped, no matter what their last argument had been, and together they would try to find her.

As Legolas left their room, she disappeared again, reappearing in the same hallway she had left not to long ago. She saw Legolas heading in the opposite direction and smiled darkly before slipping into the children's room.

Once she was in the room, with the door closed behind her, she moved to stand at the foot of the children's beds. She stared at them, losing track of time as she did. Dimly she heard the door open and close, then a few seconds later a gasp. She smirked as she called to the minion that was waiting patiently in the corner of her room. With Caleniel in the room, she would need someone to grab the children while she gave their mother a message.

Aearoniell stood at the foot of her children's beds, silently gazing at them, a smirk upon her lips.

At the sight of her, panic washed over Caleniel. Quickly she rushed forward, not knowing what she was going to do. She reached out her hand and almost touched Aearoniell before she was thrown back.

With a faint cry, she hit the wall by the doors; she slid into a sitting position, leaning against the wall. Pain shot up her right arm and ribs as she fought to stay awake. Her body tingled almost pleasantly, her mind drifted towards sleep. She fought it.

Her vision was hazy as she watched Aearoniell move to take Celin from his bed. Nínael, who has awakened at the sound of Caleniel hitting the wall, scrambled out of his bed and tried to push Aearoniell away from his little brother.

Aearoniell stepped back, a cold gleam in her eyes. Almost carelessly, she waved her hand in his direction; he flew back, landing harshly on his bed.

Caleniel, still fighting unconsciousness, struggled to stand, one thought in her mind. She would not allow Aearoniell to hurt her children. Aearoniell turned to face her, an evil smirk playing about her lips, as Caleniel stumbled forward.

"Grab the children, Gaenír," Aearoniell smiled darkly. "You can't stop me," Aearoniell taunted her as a dark figure moved out of the shadows. "You are powerless against me. You were powerless against Gaenír as well, only by luck did you beat him."

"It wasn't luck." Caleniel ground out. The effort of the simple words drained her strength, strength she desperately needed to stay standing.

"Oh, but it was." Aearoniell chuckled; the sound carried a darkness Gaenír had not had. Caleniel tried to speak, but could not find the strength to form the words. Aearoniell moved gracefully towards her, a dark and mischievous glint in her eyes.

Caleniel stumbled backwards, her hand against the wall in a weak attempt to keep from crashing into it, the edge of her vision darkening with every movement. In her haste to get away from Aearoniell she tripped over her own feet and began to fall backwards. Then Aearoniell was there, an arm wrapped securely around her waist, steadying her.

The faint relief she felt was short lived as Aearoniell pulled her dagger from its place at her waist. With quick accuracy, she plunged its silvery length into Caleniel's side. Slowly she let the dark haired queen slip from her grasp.

Caleniel hit the ground hard; the impact jarred her wounded frame, causing a wave of unbearable pain to sweep through her. She curled halfway into a fetal position, her hands going to press against the bleeding wound.

"I won't kill you, yet. I want you and Legolas to come after me, hunt me down. But know this: in the end you will fail."

Caleniel watched Aearoniell speak, she tried to make sense of the words, but slowly they blurred together as the pain began to take over. Her eyes slid shut, her body went limp as the poison began taking effect, the only movement was the steady, yet shallow, rise and fall of her chest. The last sound that reached her was the sound of her children crying, begging her to help them, a loud crash, then silence.

AN: Chapter 5 is started, but not anywhere near finished right now, but Band camp startes next week, so that might delay the next chapter for a day or two, I'm not sure, it depends on if I'm feeling up to writing for a short while when I get home each day...

Preview of Chapter 5- Gaenír's Return.

Her children's room looked like a battle had taken place in it. She curled up on the floor again, tears running down her cheeks as she remembered what had happened. Gaenír had returned, with Aearoniell, and taken her children.

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