Another little snippet of life with the Lady Legrace, just a "practice run" of sorts told in present tense.
The halls of the Tower are dark and lit only by smoking torches since the Lady is not having one of her notorious revelries. Somewhere from above comes a call, and the servants of the Lord of Mordor stir and look up, wondering if it they that he summons. It is not; this is no summons or command, but rather a request and a gentle one at that. They watch and they wait and are not disappointed, for soon there is a light step and a lovely scent preceding a brilliant light.
Distracted and radiant with anticipation of love and passion, Legrace passes almost silently through the halls as she goes to her beloved. Her deep blue raiment and fiery red hair seem almost wreathed in light, but it is generated within. She casts a naughty smile at those gathered but stops when her gaze finds a pretty young elf maiden, dark and somber, sitting alone with her head bowed. Intrigued, compelled, Legrace goes to her and sits beside the young lady.
"I remember you, lass, for you spoke so fair to me when we met. What is your name?"
The maiden looks up at her with eyes full of pain. "I am Oyarsa, my lady."
Frowning, Legrace reaches to press the palm of her hand against the elf's forehead and holds her gaze with her fine, black eyes. After a moment, she withdraws her hand and sighs. "I can help you, my dear, if you wish to be restored to your true self. You do not know my husband, which may be for the best; however, it is difficult for a woman to live with a fleshless, disembodied creature, and I had to develop a spell to overcome such hurdles to love and pleasure long ago. It will be an uncomfortable experience for you, but not half as unpleasant as it is for your master."
Oyarsa looks up with a flicker of interest. "I do not fear physical pain, lady."
"There will not be pain. Very well." Legrace turns and walks about ten paces before turning back. Then, she begins to sing.
It is powerful music, very sad, full of love and longing and loneliness, and the living things that hear it remain motionless. Although the language is ancient and unusual, all understand it. A feeling of love and the sweet stirrings of amorous passion flow though them, and no one is but deeply moved by the sound that washes over them.
The lady's appearance changes slightly. Her inner glow intensifies into a flame and shines through her pale skin and like a hearthfire behind a paper screen. Her voice pours out waves of love and weaves a spell of enchantment, threads of power that call to and beckoned them. It is her most magnificent song, and in the end, the very beauty of Iluvatar is revealed to them. As the song ends and the last strains of her hallowed voice fade, there is a moment of perfect silence. The eyes of those watching shine with love.
Looking the same as she ever had, the Lady Legrace smiles and goes forward to the drooping figure of the elf maiden. At her approach, Oyarsa gets to her feet, and although she is tall, Legrace towers above her. Instead of the haunted Dark Elf, before her stood the fresh faced elven maiden restored again to life and light.
"Though you look not like her, there is something in you that reminds me of my daughter," remarks the Dark Lady, her long and ancient memory reaching back to the very beginnings of the world. "And yet many Ages have passed since she walked upon Middle-earth----"
"LEGRACE!"
Every other creature falls upon the floor and cowers as the voice of their Master reverberates through the Hall. Oyarsa stares motionlessly in petrified horror and fascination as his eyes catch her. Immense, terrifying and yet beautiful and magnificent beyond the measure of Men or Elves, the former Smith of Aule stands framed in the doorway with his cold, dark blue eyes staring at her. Her blood begins to freeze and she attempts to choke out some word.
Legrace turns with a happy laugh and goes swiftly to him. Her face is brilliant with joy as she lifts her arms to embrace him. All else forgotten, the Dark Lord of Mordor sweeps her up in his arms. She is trembling with anticipation and draws his head down with a light touch on the back of his neck. As all watch, he returns her affectionate kiss as they stand alone in the doorway, then, they are gone, and Legrace's laughter rings through the Tower… and the sinister sound of his laughter, evil and lustful, matches it. Then, it is only an echo and the light returns to normal.