I have not abandoned this story. Luckily. :D

Just was busy. VERY BUSY. Ya know, school starts, there's a bunch of homework overloads just because I was feeling all sort of lazy and relaxed during the summer and then when school comes it's like AHHH!

Mmm. Now I have a feeling that this story will be fairly short. :(

Oh well. :D

But anyways, enjoy and review!

~littledragoneyes

Chapter 3:

Today...was my first mission.

Sauron told us to attack Osgiliath to prepare the way for the assault on Minas Tirith.

It was basically my first time out of Mordor. So, as any fourteen-year old would do, I fretted. I fidgeted. I screamed into my pillow. I punched my pillow until it was a limp as a pancake.

Daerua, though, was a fashionista. Looking pretty was her specialty.

When I pulled on a tunic and leggings and my old, worn, muddy boots, and pulled a dark cloak on, not to match the Witch-King's uniform, but because it was warm, Daerua wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Ladies do not dress in men's clothing." She told me instantly.

I raised my eyebrows. "You think I care?"

"I do."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Look, it's comfortable and practical. I can't ride and fight if I'm wearing a decorative gown. I'll look like a clumsy Witch-King. And Sauron will fire me from my job. Literally."

My maid looked slightly surprised. "You fight?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Eh, Morgomir and Sauron taught me archery and sword fighting."

That was a lie. Morgomir and Sauron taught me about one percent of what you could learn about sword fighting, but I was a bit more adept with the bow and arrow. But my main weapon was Torn. Together, mount and rider were a powerful match. Torn seemed to know everything about me and how my mind worked, and I knew the same as well.

Well, damnit. I could still be trudging through Mordor's farms and pens and feeding my animals, but Sauron found a replacement Orc. I just hope that Orc doesn't eat all of the food for the animals. And damnit again, why the bloody hell was there a Mary-Sue? I never even heard of a Mary-Sue. I hope she's stupid.

"Lord Sauron, Fay. Speak of him as if he were your lord, even though he isn't exactly."

I shrugged.

Daerua sighed. "Well, be careful."

I finished strapping on my arrows and bow, and fingered the hilt of my sword nervously. "I will be."

"Put up your hood."

I blinked, confused, but did so. "Why?"

"The men of Osigiliath will laugh at the absurdness of a lady becoming one of the Witch-Kings. Specifically you."

I frowned. "Is it a problem?"

"They know who you are. Or at least could figure it out. They have heard stories of a lady helping the Dark Lord breed his pets, and could easily piece together that you would be the breeder. The men will think the Dark Lord weak, to have no other good captains in his land to become one of the Witch-Kings. Then Lord Sauron will be not only ridiculed, but thoroughly humiliated."

I hid a grin at that thought. Huh, Sauron being humiliated and ridiculed...I'd like to see that. But on second thought, whenever he got angry, or upset or anything, it wasn't a pleasant sight.

After I finished getting ready, I headed down to the armory to check up on Morgomir.

"You done yet?" I poked my head in. He was pulling on his helmet, which, frankly, made me think he looked twice as stupider than he looked with just a black hood and cloak.

"Now I am." He swept out of the room, and I followed him to mount the fell beasts.

"Why do you have to dress up so funny?" I asked. Oops, I thought. If Daerua were here she would scold me on my poor grammar skills. But she's not here, so who cares?

"Sauron requested it." was his answer. Dull and boring. I blew some of the strands of hair out of my face, that had fallen out of my bun.

"Why did he request it?" We turned a corner.

"He requested it, probably to inflict fear to our enemies, and to distinguish me as the Witch-King of Angmar. Also, it is part of the uniform."

"So it's only to make people pee in their pants, to put you in the sparkly spotlight and also it's just part of a strict order? That's cheap."

Morgomir turned his head slightly to stare at me.

Then we entered another room, that had an opening at the top. It was giant and cave-like. Fell beasts lined the sides, saddled and bridled, like in a barn with horses.

I side-glanced at the other Witch-Kings, who silently and diligently walked right over to their fell beasts. I frowned slightly. They were all so gloomy and dark. Like they were going to be executed or something. Why was this world so dark? It needs some sparkles.

I decided to show them a thing or two about sparkles. Skipping to Torn, I said loudly and happily, "Hiya Torn! How're ya doin'?"

The others threw me strange glances, staring at me.

I hid a smirk.

"We're going out to Osgiliath today, Torn!"

I heard Sauron enter through another door.

"Isn't that fun?" Without any of the stable boys - er, stable Orcs - help, I climbed up Torn and sat down on him, patting him gently on his leathery hide.

Torn let out a screech in his agreement. His siblings also threw him strange glances and stared at him.

"The others are coming! And so are your siblings! Aren't you just a cute little fell beast?" I bent over, hugging Torn's neck, squeezing. Torn gave me some sort of a happy giggle, if it was one, only in fell-beast tone.

I could hear Morgomir whisper to Sauron, "Are you sure it was a good idea to let her come?"

"Sure is, Morgomir!" I shouted, my voice echoing loudly. "I can't wait to go!"

Morgomir winced in slightly embarrassment, and returned to mounting Bane.

Sauron told us, "Osgiliath you shall burn. You shall destroy it. You shall kill all the men in there, and let nothing live in it." Then he turned to Morgomir, "You will see to it properly that it will not be in victory."

Then all ten of us somehow shot through the top of the roof, Morgomir, obviously first, and I was last, mainly because I was the youngest, smallest and the lowest of rank.

I rolled my eyes as Morgomir perched Bane on top of the gate, screeching like he was going to die. "Show-off," I muttered. "Just because you're the leader of us all doesn't mean that you'll last the longest."

A huge army of Orcs began to march out of Minas Morgul, along the well-worn path. I settled Torn down besides Bane, who looked at his little brother.

"I'm nervous." I said quietly to him.

He didn't answer.

"I'm nervous." I said louder.

He still didn't answer.

"I'm nervous." I said even louder.

"Will you be quiet?" He snapped. "You could wake up all of Middle-Earth with that loud voice of yours!"

I snorted. "What, is it part of the rules that I missed that Witch-Kings are supposed to be silent and all that?"

He kept looking straight ahead.

"Afraid I'll ruin your reputations?" I taunted him.

Just as I was about to tease him some more, something caught my eye. Three tiny figures, human form, was climbing up the side of a mountain, on a steep staircase. I squinted and stared, trying to figure out what it was. It was hard to find them, but if one looked extremely close, you could see that rocks do not move like humans climbing.

"Hey," I began. "Do you see - "

"We will move forward." Morgomir ignored me completely, calling to the Witch-Kings.

He moved Bane forward, and the fell beast rose into the air, followed by the others. "Hey!" I yelled. "You're supposed to listen to me! I'm part of your group too!"

I had no choice but to follow, heading upwards.

But when I looked back down, I still swear I see three small figures climbing that steep staircase. Cirith Ungol.

That led straight to Shelob.

Morning settled over a very ruined Osgiliath.

I did what I was told, sweeping men off their feet. I shot down men. Torn took the joy and ate one of them for breakfast.

The men began to run for Minas Tirith when they realized that Osgiliath was already in ruins and there was no chance of them winning.

Although no matter hard they tried to run, they were stopped by us Witch-Kings.

The fell beasts automatically dived for them, tossing the men and horses through the air and letting them crash into other riders. I did my fair share, as did the others.

Really, it wasn't that bad. But only that Torn was shifted off balance when Fang's powerful wing strokes blew him aside because he was just that small, and my right foot was loosened from the stirrup.

"Shit." I swore when I realized that my foot was dangerously going to let me slip.

Torn obviously didn't realize and kept diving and killing men.

"Torn!" I shouted, but he still was too giddy about his new job. "Stop, let me fix - "

I yelped as Torn lunged forward, loosening my foot furthermore. My heart beat loudly. I swore all of Middle-Earth could've heard it if they really wanted to.

"Torn!" I shouted again.

From the distance, I could see a white horse galloping up from Minas Tirith. Inside, I was wondering, Why would Minas Tirith bring just one rider to help...gee, feel sort of bad for them...

Torn did another lunge, and this time my foot completely was out of the stirrup.

Feeling panic overwhelm me, I gripped the reins as hard as I could. I could easily fall off Torn if he performed on of his super-awesome tricks of his just to show-off to his older siblings, but now wasn't the correct time to do so. I could die if I fell!

Worst, I could feel my other foot begin to slip as well.

"TORN!" I hollered. "STOP THIS INSTA - "

I never got to finish my sentence.

Because I was falling.

Falling.

Falling...

Falling...

Some bright light had hit the fell beasts, and they had retreated away, banking sharply to the left, fleeing to Mordor. Obviously, fell beasts hated bright light. It wasn't new to me, because I had raised them.

And I was currently screaming my head off.

I can tell you, falling is not one of my favorite pastimes, and it isn't one right now as well.

Yet that was what I was doing.

I lost my grip on Torn.

And now I'm falling.

Well, isn't this just a happy world?

Squeezing my eyes shut, I knew I was going to die. Knew it, knew it, knew it, knew it, knew it, knew it, knew it, knew it, knew it...

Then I hit something. Expecting something hard, like the ground, was obvious, but I hit something not as hard. Probably a horse or something. But that didn't matter.

My eyes were already going dark.

Morgomir sat on top of a tower in Osgiliath, surveying the scene. He had not seen Fay yet, and he was beginning to worry. He was her responsiblity, Sauron had told him. If he lost her, then it was his fault.

He pushed the little obnoxious fourteen-year old to the back of his mind. No matter, she would show up sometime.

"Send forth all legions. Do not stop the attack until the city is taken. Slay them all." He ordered to Gothmog.

"What of the wizard?" The Orc asked.

It was not hard to predict what his answer would be. "I will break him."

The two looked on at both Osgiliath and Minas Tirith, ready to take it down, no matter how long it would take.

Eek! This chapter's too short as well...oh well, I just think I need to stop there.

Like a good cliffhanger, eh? I love 'em.

Yeah, well, anyways!

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Cheers,

littledragoneyes.