After seeing Elrond, the rest of the day dragged on slowly. You were so nervously excited to hear what knowledge Elrond has of you. You decided to spend the day practicing your skills with a bow, hoping that you could use them to impress Legolas when he returned. While you practiced, you did not improve much. You could hit the target but not in the desired spot. You gave up on this practice early and went to visit the hobbits.
You found the hobbits all with Bilbo in one of the courtyards, he was telling them an old story about a milk maiden hobbit and her old cow. It must have been some hobbit folktale. You smiled softly, watching them and listening to them from afar. You could not bring yourself to join them and sit idly in the courtyard waiting for the evening to come. So you decided to return to your quarters to pick up your sword, sword combat would relax you.
You went back to your quarters and found your sword. You examine it closely, it is one of the few items you have that must have been from your old life. The blade is dark and turns to a golden color at the edges. The hilt was shaped like a dark bird in flight. It's head made up the end of the hilt, with one red gem set in it as though it were the eye of the bird. The guard of the sword was it's wings. It was beautifully crafted, a masterpiece. You wondered how you could have ever ended up with such a sword, whoever forged it must have had impeccable skill.
Your study of the sword is interrupted by a knock at your door. You put your sword away and open the door. You are surprised to see the visitor is Arwen. You can't help it, for a moment you feel utterly disgusted by her, recalling the conversation you overheard between her and her father. Once again, the thought crosses your mind, 'why would anyone give up their immortality for a simple human?' Then you feel disgusted with yourself.
Some part of your thoughts must have shown in your face. "Is something wrong?" she asks, looking concerned.
"No, nothing. I've just got a lot on my mind... Or maybe it's very little?" you joke.
Momentarily, Arwen looks confused. The she chuckles softly. "My father bids that you meet him in his study. He has sent me to guide you to it since you do not know your way around quite yet... Are you ready?"
"I am," you answer nervously, stepping outside your room and shutting the door behind you.
Arwen leads the way down the various halls and through several courtyards before you finally reach Elrond's study. She deposits you at the door and leaves. You knock on it nervously and anxiously wait for Elrond to answer.
"Ah, Aiweneth. You got here rather quickly," he greets you.
"So you saw me get lost earlier..."
"I did," he admits. "Come in. Sit down."
Elrond's study is unsurprisingly filled with books. There are scenic paintings on the walls, you recognize some of the paintings to be of Doriath.
Elrond notices you studying the paintings. "Those are very old," he says softly, "it is likely they are almost as old as you."
"Wh-what?" you choke out.
"Aiweneth, I must admit, I found almost no information about anyone by the name of Moraina. The little bit I did find was a brief mention of a woman by that name being killed during the War of Wrath in the First Age."
'Odd... I do not feel dead,' you think.
"I'm sorry, Aiweneth. I realize this must be very disappointing for you." Elrond looks at you, a hint of pity on his face. "I have the page marked in the book if you wish to look at it." He motions to the book sitting on his desk. "I do not think you will gain more from it than what I did."
You get up and look in the book. Elrond is right, there is nothing to be gained by looking at this. It just says Moraina - Killed. No detail. You look through the book further. You notice Sauron is mentioned as well, asking Eonwe for pardon but fleeing rather than returning to Valinor to beg pardon from the Valar.
"Thank you, Elrond." You leave his study. You feel defeated. All those books but the only Moraina to be found in history was killed long ago. You think about the mention of Sauron and feel tempted. 'He knows. He knows who I am. He could tell me everything I want to know.'
Miraculously you return to your quarters without getting lost. You resolve that you must try to contact Sauron. You lie down on your bed and close your eyes. You set your mind upon contacting the man in the dark tower, but you do not know how to do it. Every time you have seen him, it has not been on your own will. Each time had happened accidentally and most of the meetings were when you were poisoned by the morgul blade.
Angrily, you curse Sauron under your breath and roll over, burying your face in your pillow.
Momentarily, you feel as though you are falling. You open your eyes and find yourself in Barad-dur. Standing before you is Sauron, not wearing his armor he actually looks quite handsome.
"I see you survived the poison," he says indifferently.
"You know, they believe you to be ugly," you smirk at him.
He raises an eyebrow at you. "You have returned to tell me this?" He shakes his head, annoyed.
"No. I actually wanted to know what it is you know about me."
Sauron laughs. "You want to know what I know? Don't you realize I already offered you all the answers? I told you, submit to me and I will return to you all of the memories that were stolen from you."
You shake your head. "No, that won't do."
"Your loss." He turns away from you to leave, your vision fades slightly.
"Will you answer one question for me then? Just one?"
Sauron pauses. "I will answer just one small question for you. Any more than that will come at a price."
"Did I die during the War of Wrath?" you ask quickly, before he can change his mind.
"Briefly, yes," he answers. He walks away from you and your vision goes with him.
You open your eyes and find yourself back in your bed. 'So I was there. I was killed. But how am I alive and here now?'
