HI EVERYONE! I'm in a hyper mood today. :D

Must've eaten one too many candy bars. SUGAR! Yay! So pardon me if I make a typo of some sort, I'll try to be less hyper...!

Short-ish chapter, too! Just to warn you.

~littledragoneyes

Chapter 7:

I paused for a minute, and tucked a slender strand of blonde - dirty blonde, actually - hair behind my ear. It was so quiet now. So quiet.

Too quiet.

Watching others wander around pointlessly in the fields, calling out names for their friends who had fought in the battles was just too depressing. More or less, I wasn't allowed back in Minas Tirith anymore. Gandalf and Pippin no doubt had warned everyone to beware of me. If I tried to get back in there, to escape from Mordor and Sauron, I would automatically be killed or be sent into the prison.

I sighed.

Where now?

I guess...my heart plummeted at the answer.

Mordor. I thought sadly. I have to go home now. Since the outside world certainly was not the place for me. But maybe I could just run away now...no. There were too many scouts of Sauron around.

I gazed up at the sky, seeing another Witch-King above me. Khamûl was his name. He rode on Ripper, the fell beast who loved to rip his meals up in a gazillion pieces before eating them.

He stared down at me with a dark hood, then at Morgomir who was at my feet. I nudged his cloak, now wishing that the Witch-King of Angmar was back with me.

Nothing was what I could do. I let myself be taken aboard Ripper and Khamûl flew me back to the Tower of Barad-Dur.

My home. But my prison.

It was so dark inside of Mordor. So depressing and cold. Minas Tirith was bubbling with happiness and people and laughter and in Mordor it was just orcs slaving away in the heat.

Daerua was extremely happy to see me.

I slid off of Ripper's back, feeling delirious. Daerua literally leapt on me, hugging me so tightly that I thought my ribs would break.

No, they were already broken, but healing.

"Your arm!" She exclaimed when she took a full look at me head to toe. "What happened to it?"

I looked down. Oh yes, my arm was still broken. A miracle that it survived without me noticing it.

"Oh, I broke it." I said casually, not wanting to talk to her.

"How?" She demanded quickly.

I sighed. "Fell off of Torn, got hurt." Easily explained.

"Goodness!" She yelped, and dragged me to the medicine room. Typical. I was surprised that she didn't force me to rest by tying me down to the bed. Daerua fetched some of her medicine and switched the bandages, wrapping them tightly around.

"They've been in good condition, as far as I could see. Who helped you with your arm?"

"And ribs." I said dully, not thinking straight.

Daerua straightened. "Your ribs? Girl, you've been doing too much!"

Maybe I should've have mentioned it. I regretted it quickly. She instantly ripped up my tunic. I yelped at the cold air that hit my stomach. Daerua tsked, shaking her head and frowned at my wounds. "It's good that you have them bandaged tightly like that. Who did it?" She asked.

"Ioreth." I said automatically.

"Who is Ioreth?" Daerua asked, pausing in her examinations.

"Oh...um..." I said awkwardly. "I...I got to Minas Tirith and...Ioreth's a healer in the Houses of Healing in Gondor. She fixed me up."

She raised her eyebrows. "She is a good healer, then. Fixed you up in no time. I like her."

"You do?" I asked. If I mentioned anything that wasn't Mordor related to any orc or person under Sauron's control, they would wrinkle their nose, frown, and look disgusted.

"Oh, anyone who keeps Fay safe is good for me." Daerua said warmly. "Now hurry. Sauron is waiting for you by the stables. He's speaking with the other Witch-Kings but I'm guessing it's you he wants to really talk to."

My heart sank, but it would do no good arguing.

I hurried down, but in the same time dragging my feet down the steps. I don't want to see Sauron. He was stupid. He was an idiot. He was a twerp.

And a fat liar.

"Fay!" He exclaimed when he saw me, his face drastically changing from worry to relief. "Thank goodness! I thought I had lost you..."

The tall man embraced me with wide arms. I didn't hug him back. But he was so warm and fatherly at the moment and I almost did.

Sauron then realized that something was wrong. "Fay?" He said hesitantly. "What's wrong?"

He took a step back and gave me a strange look.

I looked away. "Nothing."

"Where is Morgomir?" His patience was still holding strong, which was remarkably strange. He must favor me a lot because I remember seeing him lose his temper and patience at various orc captains and lieutenants when they didn't answer him immediately.

"Mmph." I said grudgingly.

"Where is Morgomir?" He repeated.

"Still in the fields." I said quietly.

"In the fields?" Sauron echoed. "Why?"

I shrugged. Then Khamûl approached us, wanting to answer the question. He said, "My lord, Morgomir is dead."

There was a silence. I was holding my breath the entire time, just waiting for an answer. I didn't want no answer to just walk away with, but I didn't want to stand there, rooted to the spot if Sauron had much to say.

"How did he die?" Sauron asked finally.

I exhaled a bit. "Fay would have the answer." Khamûl said shortly.

I tried not to slump. Why did Khamûl make me sound bad? Did he hold a grudge or something against me? What the bloody hell did I do to him? Play with Morgomir more when I was a toddler than with him? What?

"Fay?" Sauron asked.

"He..." I trailed off, selecting the correct words. "Two soldiers killed him. They...they were highly skilled soldiers as well."

Only maybe a month before I would've added the two words, "My lord." at the end of the sentence. Now? No way.

The Dark Lord's mouth thinned tightly, and I could feel his piercing stare on my head as I stared at my muddy boots, seemingly feeling more fascinated at the complexion of soft black leather and mud than looking at Sauron and his cold silvery eyes.

"How has that happened? Tell me everything." Somehow his voice was much more harsher now. Was he angry?

"Um...Bane was killed. Decapitated with a sword." My voice was tight at this and I tried to push the image of a dead Bane to the back of my mind. "So the fell beast was out of the game. And Morgomir started attacking the soldier, and when he finally broke his opponent's arm, he was about to kill him when another soldier came up and stabbed him in the back of his knee."

I continued, "And then the first soldier killed him easily."

The stables was quiet. Even the fell beasts seemed to be listening.

"And he died." Sauron concluded.

"Yes."

"Did you do anything to prevent him from dying?"

My mouth ran dry momentarily, but I quickly gave an answer. "I tried to, but..." I fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Your skill did not match the soldiers' skills."

"...Well...yes." Technically I was too obsessed over Bane's death to really care about Morgomir in those last ten minutes of his life.

"I expected much more from you, Fay."

Shit.

"I'm sorry." I said hesitantly. "Is there any way...I can make it up to you?"

Sauron sighed. "Well, Morgomir originally was going to lead Mordor's army if Gondor and Rohan were going to join forces and attack."

I raised my head, interested. "Gondor and Rohan? Together? Attacking Mordor? Really?"

"Yes." He told me. "But now Morgomir is not here."

"I could do it!" I volunteered immediately.

Khamûl rubbed his forehead, or what was left of it. Probably had a headache of some sort. I hope I caused it for that weird twerp. "My lord, Fay cannot do it. She has already shown that she couldn't defend Morgomir. Why should she do it now?"

"Hey, Morgomir couldn't even defend himself!" I pointed out. "He got beaten by two soldiers. What about now?"

"You cannot even fight."

"Sure I can!" I protested. "I've know how to use a sword, bow and arrow, and I've got Torn!" Then a thought struck my mind quickly.

"Where's Torn?"

Once again, the stables was quiet.

"Are you guys deaf?" I demanded. "Where is Torn?"

Still quiet.

"WHERE IS TORN?"

Still quiet.

I was infuriated. "You did something, didn't you?" I threatened Sauron and Khamûl, who were standing silently, not looking at me straight in the eye but facing towards me.

"You did something to Torn! What did you do?" My voice, once again, was growing considerably shriller and higher with every second that passed as I demanded what had exactly happened to Torn.

"Fay." Sauron said quietly.

"Finally!" I threw my hands up in the air. "Hallelujah! Now you tell me!"

"Did you know that Morgomir has told me something very interesting about you when he found you alive after that fall?" His voice was chilly. I froze. My heart almost literally stopped beating. Damnit, Morgomir...you bastard...

"How could he speak to you?" I said, my voice was probably meek. "You didn't see him?"

"Did you forget? Witch-Kings and I can communicate with our minds. Which is how I could send out orders when they were a far distance away."

"Oh...right..."

"But he did tell me something that he discovered. You know what it is, Fay."

I swallowed nervously. Wait for the blow. I'll be sentenced to house arrest or something, I just know it. Maybe I'll die. Yeah, that's it. Maybe they'll sentence me to death for being in Minas Tirith and not helping Mordor by spying or attacking within the city or doing something. Hey, that's not half-bad...I could see Mother and Father again...Faramir too...if Pippin and Gandalf didn't make it in time...and Bane!

"You were in Minas Tirith. And you changed."

I didn't move or say anything. I was speechless. Morgomir was a full-grown nincompoop.

"You were wandering around in Minas Tirith, walking within the walls. You spoke with those citizens. You...became acquainted with them. You, perhaps, even, were around certain people that are meant to be dead. Yet you didn't kill them. You listened to them. Learned from them. And now a certain point of view in you has changed." He said coldly.

I gulped.

"Fay, where does your allegiance lie now? To me, your loving father, or to pathetic, weak liars?"

Damn.

He just crossed a certain line that should never have been crossed...

My head shot up. I must've looked presentably angry because Sauron jerked his head back just a bare inch, from shock and alarm. "You're not my father." I growled. "My father is Darforth. And he respectably knows much more than you do! You're the liar here! You've raised me up, saying that Mordor was the best and the rest of Middle-Earth was dangerous and horrible and all that!"

"But it's not!" I snapped. "I've been out there, and seen it! What do you think you are? Some hero? No! You're a murderer! You've killed off so many innocent lives! You've killed off so many people who unwillingly volunteered to resist you! What's your stupid problem?"

Sauron sighed. "I knew this day would come one day. And today is the day. Khamûl, you will lead the army."

"Yes, my lord." He bowed deeply, and left. I swore I saw him smirk at me, even through his black hood.

"Fay, you will not leave the Tower of Barad-dur without my permission, and only my permission. You will not leave your room without my permission. You will not do anything to your benefit or advantage without my permission. And you will be locked in your room and guarded by soldiers. I will send soldiers to your room to take away any weapons to fight with or objects that can be used for communication. Daerua will only be allowed to enter your room, but she will be searched before entering."

"What?" I yelped. "You can't do that! On what charges?"

"For not aiding Mordor in its needs. You could've done much in Minas Tirith yet you did not. And for disrespecting me and shaming our kingdom."

I let out a string of curses. "You can't do that!"

"I can." Sauron told me. "I am your guardian, if not your father. I have every right to protect you. Your parents and I agreed on the fact."

"Forget the contract!" I snapped. "I have every right here to move freely in Middle-Earth!"

"Now you may not." He said. "And this is equivalent of "Go to your room, young lady." It fits your description well."

And just like that, he sent me away. Sauron walked away, looking smug.

"You didn't tell me what happened to Torn!" I shouted. "What did you do to him, you evil - "

With a flick of Sauron's wrist, he had two guards drag me away by each arm, dragging me to my room and up the stairs. "TORN!" I screamed. "DAERUA! SOMEBODY!"

But nobody came. "LET GO OF ME!"

That worked, but just because my room was there. They tossed me in roughly with orc strength, and I stumbled backwards and into my room. It was already searched. Gee, they're pretty fast. Everything was neatly searched through. The bed, mattress, bathroom, cabinets, floor boards, shelves, desks, chairs, behind furniture, and to my embarrassment, the closet and even the very inside of it.

Then the two guards came towards me, their gloved hands outstretched for the weapons still on me.

"Hey!" I snapped, slapping both of their hands. "No touching me! I'm a girl!"

"Give up all your weapons." They said, frustrated at my stubborness.

"Fine." I snorted. "You want weapons? Have it at you."

I unbelted my sword and quiver of arrows and also my bow and also a dagger from my belt as well. "Happy now? Gave you all my stuff! Better treat it well. Now go away! I need a bath."

The guards nodded, and then closed the door. I didn't really go into the bath. I just listened as the guards locked my door securely and shuffled in front of it. I heard somebody walk up to them slowly and ask,

"What's going on? What are you two doing?"

It was Daerua. Huh.

"DAERUA!" I screamed, throwing myself onto the door. "GET ME OUT OF HERE! SAURON LOCKED ME IN HERE AND THEY WON'T LET ME OUT!" I pounded my fists on the door hysterically, not affecting the guards or the door at all.

"Really?" was her bored answer. "I'll have to see the lord myself, then..."

Then the footsteps I heard a moment later was leading away from my room and down the stairs.

"HURRY UP!" I shouted.

"I'm going, Fay." She said, annoyed.

"You better be." I muttered under my breath. "Or else."

Whoo-hoo, another chapter DONE!

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Okay, never mind, you're all awesome. So...oh, so sad. No Escape is almost done...oh...no...oh well. I have a lot more stories to finish. Hope you like those stories too.

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littledragoneyes