So it seems like I went a month with no inspiration and now its endless. I also have not edited this chapter, but I will do it later. I just thought y'all may be interest in it anyway
"You look atrocious" came a cold voice from the mouth of the cavern. I whipped my head around and started at a very tall lady. Red eyes narrowed in mirth and disdain at my reaction with at the surprise that must have been evident on my face. She didn't exactly have the same feeling as Langon or Gothmog so I wasn't sure she was Maia too. All the same, if she was, I had better not start running my mouth. I said nothing. She made a noise of disappointment.
"I heard you were the insolent one" she said slowly approaching "but maybe this" she slowly touched my hair "tamed your tongue". I glared at her feeling irate at the taunt.
"Who are you?" I finally asked in the politest tone I could manage.
'who am I?" she said with a laugh. "I am Thuringwethil"
"Thuringwethil" I repeated. Her name slipped off the tongue easily for something so long.
"I so long for a foray into your taste" she said eying me speculatively.
"A what into to what" I gasped shocked as she revealed a sharp canine and ran her tongue over it.
"You know what I said little pet" her red eyes bored into me but lacked the fire of Gothmog's and the intense calculations of Langon's. I bristled internally at the insult but tried not show it on my face. "woefully I may not. He would notice. Now come" she ordered turning on heel and leaving the cavern.
I stared after her for a moment and then promptly followed. I could feel exhaustion behind my eyes at the horrible and wonderful day. I saw Haldamire! But this plan of Tar-Mairon is nerve-wracking. She was creepy and frightening, but it a completely different way then Langon or Gothmog. She was very chilling. I sighed thinking about how it took forever to go anywhere in this place.
I shivered after walking behind the tall woman for nearly 2 hours as goosebumps erupted from the cold depths as we descended, finally, into the dungeons. She cocked her head at me.
"need any advice? I can tell you all the right places to put your mouth" she said licking a fang suggestively. I stared at her my face going red. She smirked producing a key and opened the door. It creaked with the sound of angry metal hinges. I tried to ignore her look as I slipped by.
"You again" his voice sounded rougher than it had before. I did not want to think about why.
"I came to ask your help" I said after staring him and fidgeting in discomfort and fear.
"my help?" he said raising an eyebrow in disbelief. I felt my face flush as his eyes caught on my strands of burned hair and lingered. I leaned against wall and slid down pressing my palms into my eyes and trying to think of how to word this.
"It's about staying sane" I finally said my voice strangely high in terror and nervousness.
"Better not to stay sane here" he said finally staring at me appraisingly. I looked at him as my vision tried to right itself from the pressure I had applied.
"n.. " I whimpered "you don't understand"
"I understand pain. You, however, aren't you a precious little pet to a maia? You suffer little pain" he said as if he was disdainful of my fear.
"Not that" I said struggling with the words. He waited to say nothing and letting me compose myself. I could not help but wonder if Thuringwethil was listening. "He, you know Gothmog, wants me." I finally whispered. His face was expressionless.
"A little pet indeed. That should offer you protection from others here no?" he said looking strangely bemused.
"I need protection from him" I nearly shouted "I don't want to be, you know, don't want be" I couldn't finish. He looked like he was going to roll his eyes so I let it out in a rush "I don't want to be raped."
"Maiar aren't known for being interested in the physical pursuits of creating marriage" He said staring at me like I was mad.
"but he does!" I wailed covering my face in my hands.
"How do possibly think I can help you?" He said in disbelief. I don't think he believed Gothmog wanted to sleep with me.
"by just, you know, sleeping with me first" I said urgently giving him a pleading look. He looked dumbstruck at my words. It was an expression that only lasted for a split second as a mask replaced it.
"Why have you truly come here?" he demanded boring his eyes into mine. I whimpered in confusion and his eyes narrowed.
"I don't understand" I quailed under his dark stare "That is why I came. Why do you not believe me? What other reason could there be?" He shook his head slowly.
"I am no fool." He said glaring past me out the door "and if Morgoth, foul beast, thinks to tempt me into marriage" he stopped and looked at me "Then he should at least send someone tempting." I gasped self-consciously and felt tears well up for a reason entirely then my situation.
"Not marriage" I said trying to unobtrusively wipe tears off my cheeks "just, you know, sex" I choked out the words. He looked at me and laughed. A dark sound that seemed more fitting coming from one of our captors.
"One and the same" he breathed "Can you be truly so ignorant of the Eldar or is this some ruse and you have another insidious end to complete for your masters?" he looked puzzled. I felt fury welling up in me. He was a prisoner just like me! He wasn't better then me and people had sex without being married all the time.
"Don't you mock me!" I spat staring at hair hoping it looked like I was looking him in the eyes. It was kind of scary to do that.
"Why would I bother to mock a pet" he sighed.
"You're horrible! I thought you were nice before!" I shouted angrily thinking about when I had come here. We had traded names and he laughed at my initial horrible pronunciation of his. He looked at me assesingly.
"Before? Yes, before. Has this been a plan since the start of our acquaintance? Moringotto should know better" he smiled derisively "the Eldar never make marriage choices under duress nor with those we do not love." I was totally baffled at his speech.
"Moringotto? Who is that?" I said my hands clutched together tightly and the taste of blood welling in mouth where I bit my cheek to suppress crying for hurt feelings about my looks. He stared at me, but I already forgot my question as horror gripped me. I was not focusing on the real problem. Haldamire said my fea might be broken! He wasn't going to follow Tar-Mairon's plan.
"no, please! You have to" I wailed completely cutting off any potential answer about this Moringotto and feeling tears once again "Tar-Mairon said…"
"Tar-Mairon said!" he spat his dark silvery eyes flashing with a frightening emotion and I felt myself pull back at it. He was nearly as frightening as the Maiar when his eyes burned "that foul snake has his fangs of deceit into you"
"No! My soul will be broken!" I argued feeling indescribable panic.
"You foolish little girl" he scoffed giving me a semi pitying look mingled with fury "I admit to not being familiar with mortals or interacting with them. Yet I know they do not go to Mandos."
"What the hell is Mandos?" I cried "Why does it matter? And what is the word mortal?"
"I will not lower myself to marriage with a mortal in these halls of torment. You would do well not to follow the advice of Tar-Mairon" he said with scorn in his voice ignoring all my questions.
"I'm not a mortal" I protested weakly sitting back in confusion at the obvious insult.
"then you are an abomination wrought from dark magic" he said looking towards the door. I followed his gaze as hatred filled the silver.
"Well, well kinslayer" Thuringwethil almost purred from the doorway staring at blood that dried on his body.
"Foul demoness" he spat. I scooted as far away from him as possible.
"Such blood you have on your hands. I wonder if it makes the taste of yours richer?" she said showing off her fangs.
"You know nothing of what you speak about!" he said lowly eyes shining brightly with fire.
"Oh, I don't know. I think Alqualonde is common knowledge now" she tossed her pitch black over her shoulder in a strangely human gesture.
"You.." The tall elf began, but she cut him off.
"This will be more blood on your hands wont it?" she asked sweetly.
He shook his head and leaned back closing his eyes. "Don't play with me witch. Her fea would be bound with mine. He would know immediately. You want something else"
"Who? Me? Of course, I want something else. My lord said I could drink of your blood when you refused" she nipped her thumb and rubbed dark red blood across her mouth with it looking maniacal. I choked staring at the red-headed elf in shocked horror. He gave me a disgusted look.
"I told you once before not to bow to them in my place. Do not bow to them ever. No matter the pain they give you in return" He said glaring at Thuringwethil. I made a noise of horror in my throat as Thuringwethil laughed.
"You'll bow, your majesty" she said and laughed again. What about my fea? Who care about bowing now?
"But my fea!" I cut with a panicky tone.
"Your fea?" Maedhors said a strange tone. I screamed at his sudden movement up as he rushed towards me.
"What the hell are you doing?" I gasped feeling his hands catch mine and pin them down. One of his legs was awkwardly pulled back by a chain attaching it in the wall, but it didn't seem to stop him from managing to pull me under him. I was vaguely aware of Thuringwethil staring at us hungrily as he straddled me. This was as bad and terrifying as Gothmog. Somehow worse because he thought I was ugly.
"Is this what you wanted?" he whispered aggressively in my ear pushing his body down on mine and forcefully using his other hand to feel down my side. I yelped at the bruising force and began struggling.
"Let go of me" I cried feeling tears well up again. He laughed darkly and moved off me.
"Your fea won't break from violation. You are not of the Eldar or Elves" he said as Thuringwethil made a noise of disappointment. I stayed where I was on the floor trying to not to cry anymore and thinking about what he said.
"Tar-Mairon said…" I finally interjected into the silence when I was sure my voice would not waver.
"Be silent" the red-haired elf spat upon hearing the name "He is a deceiver. And you are a fool."
"Come now" Thuringwethil said waving an airy hand "Its time for us to go if you don't want to be gone when he returns."