To BloodyPenhand: Thank you! Yeah, I grew tired from reading about fangirls of Legolas and Aragorn. So I decided to write about some who were deranged fans of Sauron and Orcs.
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To Erestor: Thank you! Yeah I thought it would be realistic for a parent to be concerned about their daughter's obsession. It would be different if she was really into, say, Legolas. Them chanting the Ring verse in B.S. just made sense since they love that sort of stuff.
To PSYM: Thanks for your review! I actually have the third chapter completed, but it may be a little while before I post it.
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A/N: This chapter is a lot more serious than the other one (sorry guys), and Sauron is very disgusting and disturbing. I really don't like him in this chapter...
Chapter Two
Thunder boomed, lightning crashed and branched out, arcing through the suddenly billowy black sky, and a mercilessly cold wind ripped through the air. The trees contorted, the house behind them melted, and the car dissolved. The surrounding hills were overthrown violently, and then there was silence.
Nora shivered. She had spent some time the day before reading a fan-fiction about a Legolas fangirl who fell into Middle-earth. So she had decided to give it a try as a last resort to get away from their mother. But this wasn't the sweet dream of an innocent Lord of the Rings fangirl, but a nightmare. Well, at least it was a cool nightmare.
"Whoa," Bethany whispered in awe, putting a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Where are we?"
Nora shrugged. They definitely were not in Mordor. The grass was long, and the scent of the air was sickeningly sweet like perfumed and dried up old vomit. The trees were green and leafy where they were at. Nothing real special or different about them (all right, so they glowed a little). But the trees further west had really cool black leaves, and the trunks were gnarled and twisted, bits of spider-web drooping over boughs.
"Oh no!" Bethany gasped when revelation hit her. "We're inside Mirkwood-and near Thranduil's halls!"
As if on cue, a tall, noble; good looking-and totally annoyig-Elf came on the scene wearng a richly embroidered tunic, green cloak, red leggings, and was armed with knives.
"We should kill him. It's an enemy of Uftak's kind, and Sauron's," Bethany whispered, forgetting momentarily that Elves can hear very well, or that they have extremely sharp eyesight. "No duh," Nora replied.
The Elf stopped in his tracks and was about to hurl a dagger at Nora (the words I love Sauron having reached his eyes, not to mention her ghastly Goth makeup) when a mghty bone chilling wail raked through the air, and the sound of wet cloth beating against stone fell upon their ears.
Wheeling and circling in the air, and from the east, came the hideous, foul smelling fellbeast, black and loathsome with a beak filed to the brim with sharp teeth.
On it sat a terrible Black Rider, his venomous hiss, and his noble yet bestial aura bringing shivers up and down the threesome's backs.
For Nora it was heart-stopping terror, and for a moment she if she could stand to meet Sauron, of whom the Ringwraith was but a servant. If she felt such fear toward the servant, than how much more with Sauron?
Bethany found it impossible to scream, let alone sqeak. She didn't dare open her mouth.
"Ai Elbereth," the Elf sighed, then hurled his dagger at the fellbeast.
Both girls winced. When they were feeling tremendous fear due to being in the presence of the Ringwraith, they didn't wish for anything to happen to his totally rad mount, who was either roaring or belching.
The fellbeast spun out of the way from the sharp weapon spinning toward it. The long neck snaked down like a serpent, the jaws opened, the Elf jumped–but it was too late.
The creature turned its beady, black eyes from its fresh kill to the two girls, pale and still with fright.
"Tell me," the rider began in a hiss. His voice was hollow and seemed to roll and echo through Time, as though it was old and stretched. "Dost thou make mockery of Lord Sauron the Great?"
Nora tried to work moisture back into her mouth.
"No, I-I've…" Suddenly an idea came to her mind. A shot of courage filled her. It was a small shot, but a bit of courage nonetheless. "I know your…Master…seeks the Ring which he has lost. I know where to find it."
"I shall take thee to my Master, and there He shall see whether thou be telling truth or art foolish. If thou art lying then thou shalt begin to wish thou wast never begotten," the Ringwraith hissed menacingly in his uncouth voice, motioning them to mount his fellbeast. He emitted a horrible sound–and the twins realized he had laughed.
Nora and Bethany felt reluctant to mount one of these creatures with a terror inducing Ringwraith aboard it.
The flight was panic filled. While it had looked cool on the screen, actually riding one the black fellbeasts was another thing altogether.
Bethany felt as though anytime she could fall off and shatter on the ground below. The black trees of Mirkwood were small as blades of grass in the distance, and the cold wind was kissing her cheek and rushing into her ear, whisling through the wings of the fellbeast as they lifted, glided, flapped.
Nora was sitting directly behind the Nazgûl and could smell the stench of Death on him. His black cloak was tattered and torn, and he was huge and seemingly muscular. But she knew his power wasn't in muscle but in fear. It crept up her body and spine; into her heart until she felt it might stop. She felt fear's icy claws crawling up her back, laying an almost physical cruel hand on her shoulder. She didn't dare hold onto the Ringwraith for support in case the flying pterodactyl-like creature caught another downdraft.
The ride seemed to go on forever. The lands of Middle-earth sped by in a blur. Hills, trees, ravines, cliffs–it all seemed to flee from the Ringwraith and his hideous mount. To Bethany, it was like they had stopped and everything else was tumbling, rolling, and running away from the growing black stain in the sky.
Finally, down below the scenery changed from trees to brush, to scraggly trees and dead or dying plantlife. The craggy rocks reached upwards into peeks and appeared tortured. Nora's mind went back to the part in the Fellowship of the Ring where Gandalf mentioned Sauron could place the very hills under torment.
They swept over the over the Morgai which fenced in the Land of Mordor, and flew over the pitted, fly infested valley of Gorgoroth. Up ahead, tall, proud, black, and wickedly sinister, stood Barad-dûr.
The fangirl inside Nora suddenly awakened, and, forgetting her fragile predicament, squealed happily.
The hooded head of the Nazgûl slowly turned itself toward her, and suddenly she felt eyes on her. She paled and continued staring in fascination at the perverted tower of stone so hard, nothing could break it. This time she admired it in absolute silence.
A red Eye, glazed over and wreathed in flame glared out at them from the pinnacle of the tower, the black slit constricting in a show of hostility and black hate.
Suddenly, Nora felt naked, exposed, cold, and violated all at once. Nothing was left secret deep inside her, but it seemed he had gentled a bit after seeing she was indeed an ally and wasn't making mockery of His Lordship. In fact, she could feel his dark amusement.
We shall meet soon, Nora. Perhaps after our…meeting…you will see whether or not I am worthy of your foolish fantasies.
His fiery words put a stab of fear in her heart. She could barely think, let alone feel anything. She had a bad feeling about the meaning of his words. A terribly bad feeling. It didn't help that she felt as though he was weighing her like a package of meat to devour.
Meanwhile, the malicious, evil Eye was set on Bethany.
She gasped when everything was slipping away from her mind, when Sauron was seaching everything about her. She colud see him leering at her in her mind's eye, his face black, hot, hideous, and his being Evil incarnate. His eyes were blood red with black slits, and they were hooded over with thick eyelids. It should have filled her with horror, but she felt dead, emotionless, and empty.
Another whore? I see you love Orcs–Ulthak, to be more precise. If you give me your full cooperation I will allow you to meet him face to face–if he hasn't already been killed in a brawl.
The felbeast glided just below the evil Eye to the Dark Lord's balcony, the the Ringwraith nearly pushed the two sisters out onto the ominous balcony.
The Eye imploded on itself as Sauron took the shape of a manlike form. He was tall, muscular, and wearing tainted armor. He loomed over them like a heathen god, dark and terrible and filled with a mixture torn beween hatred and amusement.
He had a nice body, Nora had to give him that. Well muscled, sinewy…
Her sudden fandom overcame her fear. Again.
"Saurie," she murmured, glazed I'm-in-lala-land look on her face. He managed to look drop dead ugly and gorgeous simultaneously. Her face split into a grin, while Bethany, on the other hand, had her knees knocking together.
Sauron looked the one called Nora over thoughtfully, his mind racing with blackened ideas and sharp calculations. She was quite different from a lot of other prisoners. Most of those had screamed or fainted away before being dragged off to the torture chambers. He knew it was because she a "fan-girl" of his, and thought he was totally cool and very hot. How…interesting.
He knew he wasn't able to lower his sweltering body temperature, but there was a potion he could concoct for Nora. He didn't wish for his little trinket to burn up on him or become damaged. He knew his body was hot enough to melt skin and bone. Most of his heart was centralized in his black hands, and he had used them to kill Gil-Galad.
And he was pleased to see Nora was a virgin.
"So. Tell me the…location…of my Ring," he ordered, his deep voice snapping Nora out of lala land.
"I-It's in th-the Shire. A h-hobbit named Frodo B-Baggins is"– Bethany began, then stopped when the evil Dark Lord smoothly held up a black clawed hand, cutting her off.
"The Ring is travelling east, and there are nine people setting out from Rivendell. I know there are four halflings, two humans, a wizard, a dwarf, and an Elf. They are heading for Minas Tirith where the Ringbearer will take arms against me and seek to replace me. However, I have outsmarted all of them. They will have an unpleasant surprise when they see I have been preparing for battle. Already, Lord Denethor of Gondor is filled with doubt and despair."
Sauron smiled malevolently, yellow fangs gittering.
"We are from the future, Your Lordship, and we know your doom. The Ring will be destroyed in Mount Doom and you will die. The company isn't setting out to put anyone in your place. They are seeking to destroy you and rid the world of your evil. We know you made it so that it would be impossible for one to toss the Ring into Mount Doom on their free will. But Gollum will steal the Ring back from Baggins, hop too far out near the edge, then the Ring will fly through the air, landing in the lava," Nora said in a rush.
"Y-you must b-believe us," Bethany added.
"When you hear word of spies in Mordor, Your Lordship, know that one of those spies is really the Ringbearer. If you set guards in Mount Doom it would be even more unlikely that the Ring would be destroyed there," Nora continued.
Sauron's glazed red eyes looked over the lands west of Mordor, and suddenly the ensuing silence was deafening as he was deep in thought, weighing their words in his mind.
The twins wrapped their arms around each other, giving meager comfort for one another.
Sauron's black lips formed an evil smile as he made his decision, and as he looked them over again.
"I will heed to you advice."