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Ch. 12 Neume (Trapped)
The evening had been very enjoyable so far. Having a twin on each arm as an escort was something she hadn't done since they were mere children. Stopping near her story telling spot, she made herself comfortable in the oversized pillows across the floor, while Elladan and Elrohir took a place among the others whom waited impatiently for her to resume her story. She did not make them wait for long.
"Vanim was taken out of her cell forcefully, Lord Feuyaer's voice screaming her name, his voice etched with pain and fear, was still resounding in her ears. Vanim winced, as it seemed these Orcs would not heed the orders that she was not to be harmed. Apparently this meant that harm was something short out of almost dead.
She was pushed into another room, the doors closing behind her, the echo reverberating everywhere. She saw the figure in white sitting on a black throne, the face hooded so she could not recognize who he was. A voice spoke then, a deep, male voice.
"You must be wondering why I summoned you here, my dear. Do not worry; your precious Lord Feuyaer will not be harmed if you cooperate willingly."
Vanim was taken aback by the man's words. What did he want with her? She was just a servant, nothing more. She then heard the man's quiet chuckle. He seemed to be able to read her thoughts.
"Oh no, my dear, you are so much more than you think. You don't realize it, but you are very special. The magic you possess is very strong, and in the females of your kind this is very rare. The only female with a great amount of power is the Lady Galadriel. But because of your status, those fools decided to keep your powers untapped."
The man stood up from the throne, making his way towards her. Vanim tried to move, but found that this was impossible; she was rooted to the spot against her will. He stopped in front of her, large hands with long, graceful fingers delicately taking her chin in his grasp.
"You were never meant to reach your full potential. I will help you reach that potential, if you help me."
Vanim was frozen with shock at the meaning of what the man in white had said. She was powerful in magic? She could be powerful in magic like the Lady of Lothlorien? Impossible! She was just… her.
She was broken out of her reverie by the feel of the man's unusually soft hand caressing her face. Her gaze met with deep, black pools that were carefully guarded.
"I will teach you all you need to learn, you just have to give me your complete obedience."
Something started nagging at the back of her mind. Surely he was
hiding something. He had been very cruel to Lord Feuyaer earlier,
so why would he make this generous offer? Not out of the goodness
of his heart, she was sure of it.
Narrowing her eyes, she cast a suspicious glance to the man in white.
"Why should I do what you say?"
The man in white gave her a cruel smile.
"Your master is my slave, which now makes you my slave. But I am generous. I give you the choice to be my apprentice, not as a slave but as a free person."
He noticed the hesitation in her features, so he decided to make sure she would join his side.
"Refuse me, and you will wish you had accepted my generous offer in the first place. Besides, it would be a shame if something unfortunate should happen to your precious Lord Feuyaer, don't you think? It is your choice."
Vanim turned back to the man, her eyes wide with fear. Fighting the tears that threatened to spill, she put her head down.
"I will do as you say, my lord. I will be your apprentice."
The man in white smiled maliciously, knowing he had won. Soon
he will have enough power to rule over all.
The kwentra stopped as the first notes of music began to flow throughout the hall.
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A/N: Thanks for your encouragement to keep going and to those of you who reviewed: queenieb, Weirdlet, arabella thorne, Gollumses, twin03, Lady Sadhi, ithinkineedanewname, Chibi Hime, BrynnAnnalea, depth, ToEatThisApplesFromYourEyes, Iluvenis, Kitera-Matar, and Lucius Sikilmituile.
Also, if you are a fan of Labyrinth as well as LotR, I recommend the work of a friend of mine, Anne-Marie. She's tired of seeing Boromir die in the movies, so she wishes him away to the goblins... now she has to run the Labyrinth to save poor Boromir. I am doing the sequel at her request, where Boromir becomes the Captain of the Goblin Army. My first attempt at humor, so your opinion would be greatly appreciated.
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