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Chapter Three
The elfling did nothing, didn't move, nor struggled.
He was no one; he was pretty sure of it, but he would always feel hidden within the darkness. He didn't see the point, as he was quite literally being dragged to the next chamber to the next.
So, Esgal, the elfling thought fitting for his name. Hobgoblins had led the way, more like forcing the elf to follow. But, Esgal didn't fight. He wasn't terrified, he didn't know what to feel, anymore. He hadn't been terrified before, at least, as far as he could remember. Why should he be terrified, if he was no one? Still, the elfling felt his identity would always be trapped, or hidden within the darkness. 'Hidden,' he thought.
His mind decided for good measure as the Hobgoblins threw him down. While, his dirtied hair obscured his face, hiding his ethereal eyes from the Lord before him. Esgal could hear the whispers amongst the room. Nothing phased him, though. He no memories, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to act, how to word his way through tough situations.
"For Morgoth's sake, why do you Hobgoblins cease to live? If every time you return, you bring a useless prisoner."
"He's no ordinary elf, commander. Just look at his shiny clothes." Esgal peered through his loose strands, his hair still covering his face. He could see a shadow clad in armor, and an identical being on his right.
However, Esgal could assume this 'commander' was the one flanked to the shadow's right.
"What's your name little elf?" The commander questioned. Esgal remained silent….
"When I ask a question I suspect to be answered. Now, what is your name?" He inquired roughly, as the commander was now holding Esgal by the tips of his shirt.
"Esgal. My name is Esgal."
"Hidden, how intriguing." The shadow finally spoke. "Elfling, you have my attention. I can see by the clothes that you're wearing you are either a highborn elf, in which case it would mean that we would have leverage over the Elves, or you could be just be a lowly elf that isn't worth my time. So, little elfling which are you?"
"I'm no one." Esgal simply stated.
"My Lord, if I may?" Morgoth stayed silent, in answer to his commander's suggestion. "He could be trained."
"This does sound intriguing. Elves are graceful creatures, and they can be dangerous. Fine then, from this day forth, Sauron will be Esgal's teacher, and master."
"My Lord…" But, Sauron was cut off. "Silence! You may be my commander, but it is my word. Don't forget who brought you higher. Now, teach Esgal all he needs to learn to survive."
"Yes, My Lord Morgoth." Sauron was about to leave the room, when Morgoth bade another order upon him. "Sauron, also teach him how to suppress his light. Light creatures give me a headache."
Sauron put his right arm over his chest, and nodded his head in respect.
"Esgal, I would follow if I was you." Esgal followed the shadow's commander known as Sauron. But Esgal didn't hinder on his thoughts. He just wanted to obey, and survive. For that's all he ever knew.