Sauron's will reached far and wide, commanding his forces without even needing words. The creatures of Mordor were strong willed and unlikely to cooperate with each other, but one force above all mastered them: fear. That was Sauron's greatest power, the power of fear. So great, that Uruks of Lithlad immediately fled the camp they had just set up and left their supplies behind. Wargs were saddled by their riders and ridden off while shield bearing Uruks formed a rearguard behind them. The eye of their master burned in their minds, his orange magic driving them forward. He gave them a simple command in Black Speech, the language of Mordor.
"Lak"
Elsa continued her way through the black terrain of Mordor, snatching quick glances at Anna to check how she was holding up. Anna looked horrible, to say the least. Her eyes were baggy from lack of sleep (it seemed) and there just seemed to be a grayness around her. It was as if the life was being taken from her body. Elsa had resisted the urge to ask something for some time now, thinking it was just nothing, but she could ignore it no longer.
"Anna, is there something wrong?" Elsa asked, causing Anna to jump, as if she had been in a trance of some sort.
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah...I'm fine" Anna muttered, her words dragging as if she wasn't quite sure of what was in her mouth. Elsa noticed Anna's arm violently twitching, to the point where the non-twitchy arm had to grasp the other to keep it still. Anna's eyes kept flickering to her twitching arm, as if trying to sneak a look at something.
"Anna, stop lying to me" Elsa said firmly, her brows knotting together. "You've been acting off for the last cou-" Elsa started before gouts of flame erupted over Anna's body with a sound like thunder. Elsa brought up her own ice, trying to protect herself and Anna. This wasn't intentional, that much she could tell from Anna's wails of distress. Elsa's new heart almost shattered as she heard Anna screaming in agony and writhing about. She couldn't die, not now.
The world spun for Anna, there was too much feeling in her body, too much guilt and pain. Her throat was raw from screaming and her muscles felt were like lead Her eyes felt too weak to open and the flames across her body ached. But there was no searing pain anywhere on her body. It was just time crawling to a stop. The Ring on her hand vibrated intensely and she had the faintest of notions that the Ring had caused this. After all, the intense pain was coming from it. But that was crazy. It was just a gift. Just a gift. The last thing Anna heard was Elsa calling her name before the darkness engulfed her.
Anna saw death and destruction. Mountains of corpses, horribly mutilated. The land was parched of all life, white ash covering the ground and only being interrupted by splatters of blood. She wanted to feel disgusted...but part of her felt almost at home. No, that wasn't her! That was Edmund talking...right? The corpses fell apart, the black land beneath her shattering and warping as ash was thrown in the air. Anna coughed and covered her eyes, struggling to see through the haze when suddenly, the ash disappeared. Anna found herself standing on nothingess, staring into the abyss. Then the abyss opened its eye. Anna gaped like a fish as orange fire exploded from nothing, forming into an egg shape. Within the center of the fire was a black figure, tall and covered in spikes. Every half second or so, the black figure in the middle greatly expanded to fill her entire vision with its center, only for the center of the black figure to be the same as the fiery circle. It continued in a maddening gyre as Anna slowly realized what the fire and black shape made. It wasn't an egg, it was an eye. The flaming shape made up the iris and whites of the eye with the black figure making a slitted pupil.
Nine figures appeared from the darkness, moving slowly, but deliberately to box her in. Anna tried to move, but her legs didn't work, as if they weren't even there. She tried to scream, but her mouth didn't move. So she was left like a statue as the hooded figures lifted their armored hands, revealing one key detail all of them shared. A golden Ring, just like the one she was wearing. It must be coincidence, she wasn't anything like them! That annoying voice in her head that had been pestering her for days said the opposite. She had stabbed Elsa, afterall.
The flames from the Eye grew even more intense and began to encircle Anna and the hooded creatures. Images of Edmund within her body flashed across the fire, mocking her whilst the wraiths surrounding her let out a bone-chilling sound. The wraiths sounded like cold wind rattling chimes and it took Anna a few seconds to realize they were laughing. The approved of her actions. Wait, Edmund's actions! She couldn't even tell anymore, the differences were too slight. Edmund hadn't wrested control fully all the time. Sometimes he had used subconscious desires. Was she really innocent of any wrong doing?
The figure from within the Eye stepped forward, a huge, bipedal figure that strode forward with enormous steps. But despite the horribly, spiky aura surrounding it, the glow emitting from its finger was worse. There was a small Ring there too. The figure stuck its hand forward, the light of its Ring growing blinding as it engulfed her. Anna tried to look away from the light, tried to force her feet to move. But still, her body failed her. Her muscles refused to work as she wanted. The only muscle in her body that was working was the arm that carried the Ring. Her arm moved upward, against her will and matched itself against the monster's. The monster then began chanting in some beastly tongue, a language that sounded like it was an expression of hatred against creation itself. And yet, Anna couldn't compel herself to move.
Ash nazg durbatulûk