A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about that last cliffy but we all know that getting to see their reactions will be well worth it! :D Hope you guys love it! The truth is revealed! Well, sorta. XD

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~~Chapter Fourteen~~~ Revelations

"I need to tell you all something important…and before I do, I just want to let you know that I never meant to sabotage this mission or hurt any of you. I only wanted to help…I want you to succeed, to destroy the Ring so everyone can be happy. But I can't keep lying to you any more…" He shuddered under their gaze, "I'm not just a child of Mordor. I'm not just the Witch King's ward. I'm the Dark Lord's Consort."

~ o ~

They were all shocked into silence for a span, a heartbeat in which Valo stood as one condemned. Surely they would reject him now. Strike him down. Gandalf, for all of his omniscience and knowing, did not look surprised at this revelation. Had he known all along? Or was it something he had discovered in "death"? Aragorn's expression was what tore him apart. It was much like the expression he had worn when he'd realized that there was nothing more he could do for Frodo. Despair, helplessness. Valo was terrified to look at Legolas. He couldn't do it. What must he think of him? No doubt nothing that he wouldn't think about himself. Faithless, whore, deceiver, liar. His face crumbled and Valo fought the urge to bury his face in his hands. Gimli was sputtering incoherently as if torn between releasing a war cry and not wanting to strike down the teen he had grown to know over the past months. Aragorn seemed like he wanted nothing more than to take Valo in his arms but restrained himself. It was Gandalf who spoke first, being the most collected of them all.

"Valo, did you consent to being Sauron's Consort? Did you say yes?" He asked, retrieving his pipe from the folds of his cloak.

Valo paused in his mental scathing and stared at the man. He had asked himself the same question not long ago. Had he always been the Dark Lord's Consort? He'd just assumed that he had been created that way, specifically for that purpose. How was he supposed to know if he couldn't remember his beginning? That was the key wasn't it? The answer to all of the questions lay in his origins.

"Well, I don't know…I don't remember anything from that before we came to Middle Earth. I'd always assumed he created me for that purpose…" He admitted, gripping his arm to still his hands from moving anxiously.

He could hear Aragorn whisper "Created?" in horror. He was such a monster…He still hadn't told them the worst of all. What the Dark Lord needed him alive for.

He heard the footsteps coming towards him but was unable to lift his gaze from the ground. Just when he was opening his mouth to tell them that terrible truth, a warm secure pair of arms encircled him. Legolas's earthy smell filled his senses and the curtain of his hair tickled Valo's face. It stole his breath away. Legolas held him in his arms like the last breath of a dying man, as if he were all he had left in the world. He leaned down as soft as a whisper lips pressed into his own with barely a sigh. It lit up his whole being and not even the displeased hiss of the voice in his mind could pull him from the feeling of wholeness he received when Legolas kissed him. In that moment, Valo knew. Legolas loved him. He pulled away slowly, achingly, covering his face in his hands at last. He was so weak.

"Not yet. Don't…Don't do that until you hear it all. There's something else." Everyone straightened in order to listen better and he released a shaking breath, "I didn't know until we were in Caras Galadhon. Lady Galadriel saw in it her Mirror. The real reason he chose me, why he needs me alive. I'm his Key. He needs the Ring to regain his former powers but with me…he can regain his body. Only with me. He must have the two of us or he remains incomplete. Any more I cannot say. I know no more than you…" His voice was filled with bitterness.

When would he be able to have a say over his own life? Aragorn stood, pacing in thought. He seemed distressed by this turn of events.

"It is for the best that you're with us then. We don't know what effect the destruction of the Ring will have on you and if something…happens then it's best you're here rather than halfway across Middle Earth."

Valo winced. He'd forgotten about that tidbit. The destruction of the Ring would destroy Sauron. Would it drag him to death with it? For Middle Earth to be peaceful, for everyone he loved to live happily…it would be worth his death. Gandalf puffed on his pipe, speaking his thoughts aloud seemingly.

"So many questions…Many questions indeed…" He said in a low voice, his eyes staring off into the night thoughtfully.

"And the only one with the answers is the one we seek to destroy." Legolas chimed in, wrapping his hand in Valo's with a small squeeze of comfort.

Gimli stood silently, walking over to the couple to stare Valo down. His muddy colored eyes pierced through the teen's heart though not nearly to the extent that Gandalf's could. He put a heavy hand on the thin shoulder with a nod.

"You always keep our journey interesting, lad."

Valo gave him a bright grin, unable to contain his gratitude.

~ o ~

He was dreaming again. He wasn't sure where he was. There was no scenery like the last dream, nothing. Only black. And then…a ghost of a touch along his collarbone. A breath. He could feel silk on his skin though all he could see was black, as if his eyes were covered with some cloth. There was a movement above him, a form settling above his own. His pulse jumped in fear. What was going on? Who was this? He was dreaming, he knew, so it could only be…

"My pet." Came the sibilant hiss he'd been waiting for.

"Master…"

Hands ran slowly, torturously up his sides, cradling his ribs like they would reach inside and clutch his very core. Stroke his soul to completion. A tongue flicked along his collarbone, sending his heart pumping.

"Where are you, my precious? Master misses you." The Dark Lord crooned, his hips moving in a way that had Valo arching, "Why did you leave me?"

The teen whimpered, realizing for the first time that he was unable to move his hands. He found himself answering, unable to stop himself. Was he unable to lie in his dreams? If Sauron was in his mind, could he lie? Would it be like lying to himself? But if he couldn't lie to him in his mind, if he could just summon the answer straight from his mind, then why didn't his Master just summon their location from his mind? It was as if something prevented him from doing so, some limitation. Sauron had limitations.

"It was an accident, Master. Please…I fell. The water…"

He didn't receive a response, only a wordless kiss to his shoulder. Where his lips had touched vibrated and tingled with dark power, raising his own darkness in response. It rose to the call of his Master, playing along their skin like steam. It stroked the very insides of his body forcing a cry from his suddenly over sensitive body.

"Where are you, my love? Come back to me. Come back to me, Valokiloren." He whispered in his ear.

His voice was tantalizing and seductive and Valo almost told him but something stayed his tongue and it wasn't his Master's mouth on his own. He had to protect them…Could he distract his Master until he woke? Could he draw his attention away from the Ring and his whereabouts without falling to darkness himself? It was worth a try. The consequences were too great if he were to fail. He leaned up where he could feel flesh above his own, planting warm, tempting kisses along the skin. His tongue flicked out to taste the power that practically danced along his Master's body. His legs wrapped around a strong waist. He couldn't fight Sauron off. He couldn't attack him or strike him down. But he could do this. He could divert Sauron's attentions…elsewhere. Away from the Fellowship.

"Master…please, let me touch you. Please…" He plead, arching up into the body above him.

He could almost feel his Master's smirk and suddenly his hands were free and roving over warm skin, pulling him down for a deep kiss filled with wanting. He couldn't deny that he had desired this. He was an addict, unable to go without a fix of that overwhelming darkness. It taught him how to breath, how to exist. He needed it and he could only get it from one source…His Master. He'd created him after all…He knew when he had caught his complete attention, had succeeded because his Master let out a chuckle.

"My dear little one…you are such a delight." The Dark Lord purred and pulled Valo closer than he had been before.

~ o ~

Valo looked around the walled town they had just ridden into with a frown marring his brow. Edoras looked like a town fallen into despair. It's occupants wore dreary clothes as if they were all in mourning. What had happened to this once great seat of Man? What had infiltrated their lives so thoroughly that it could throw such a place into torment? Valo had been here once before during his Master's first rise to power. It had once been a shining bustling place, one of the great seats of Middle Earth. He pressed back into Legolas in concern, feeling the elf reach around to hold his waist consolingly. The wind blew across the plain, making the cracks of the horse flags and their own horse hooves the only things to break the silence. It was an ominous scene to say the least. Valo could feel a darkness from inside the Hall, not like his Master's or what rose from Isengard but a stain of sorts. Something noxious leftover from being touched by a great darkness. Had his Master infected the King of Rohan? It had been so long since he had last heard tell or laid eyes on the city that he wasn't even sure who sat on the throne now.

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