Last chapter! Had fun writing this story, thanks for reading it! :D

R&R are greatly appreciated! You guys are awesome!

And this chapter may be extra-long. Because I just feel like I could squeeze everything in in just one chapter. Or else have a Chapter 12 that's not very long.

~littledragoneyes

Chapter 11:

~Flashback~

Torn hit the ground with agonizing pain. His wing was in an awkward position, his legs were numb and his head was spinning, making his dizzy and sick. He could hear Fay screaming for him, roaring from the troll, and shouts from men and orcs alike all around him, from the battle. He could feel streaks of excruciating pain shooting through his body, seemingly paralyzing him.

Torn couldn't see anything but the confusion from the battle and smelled only death. Where was Fay? He couldn't hear her anymore.

Actually, he couldn't hear anything at all.He hoped she was safe.

But that didn't matter.

His eyes were going dark...

~End of Flashback~

"TORN!"

I bolted awake, screaming like it was nobody's business, and felt raw throbbing along my ribs and my shoulder as I shot out of bed in an upright position. I let out a groan and flopped back down on something extremely warm and soft, squeezing my eyes shut.

Something warm and soft.

Last time I checked, wars weren't soft or warm.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a clean white ceiling.

Nor did battles have clean white ceilings.

Looking around, I found myself in a tidy white room, looking very familiar to my memories. I wrinkled my nose, pushing the hair out of my face so I could see better with a heavily bandaged hand.

Then my gaze traveled to my hand. Oh, it was bandaged tightly, you could say that for sure.

I let it drop back onto the covers of the bed lazily, and that's when my mind clicked.

"Torn!" I whispered, feeling my heart plummet and break at the memories. "Oh no...Torn!" I felt hot tears build up in my eyes.

The war. The battle at the Black Gates. I...the orcs shot Torn down, and I fell as well. And then I blacked out, and now I don't remember what happened...but Torn! What happened to him? He got hit! He went down!

Torn...

The door opened, and in flew a very familiar looking woman.

"Good heavens, she's awake." The woman was old but her eyes spoke of wisdom, as far as I could tell through only blurry, teary eyes. "Are you alright Fay? Why are you crying, child?"

I shook my head, holding my head in my hands, sobbing my heart out, not thinking straight. "Evala! Mayli!" The old woman called. "Fetch some food for the poor child, she must be starving!"

Then the old woman sat next to me on the bed gently and slowly, and laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. "What is wrong?" She asked me kindly, her voice like a sweet grandmother speaking to her youngest granddaughter who was currently bawling her eyes out. What a sight I must be. "Nightmares? Bad memories?"

I sniffed, holding back a sob. "Second one." I mumbled.

"Fay?" I heard her ask me, quietly and hesitantly.

My head shot up and I stared at her with wide eyes. "How do you know my name?" I asked her, shocked.

She laughed, not concerned at all. "I don't think it was too long ago that you were found on the Pelennor Fields, lied, and said your name was Syrene, the name of your mother. I should've known. I knew your mother, Miss Evargent."

I froze. "What?"

"Don't you remember me?" She asked. "I am Ioreth."

It took me nearly ten seconds for me to get it. "Oh!" I said loudly, then flushed a shade of pink at the sudden outburst. "You knew my mother?"

Ioreth smiled, the wrinkles on her face wrinkling even more. Evala and Mayli, the other healers, came in with a tray of food. They gently set it down on my lap and I dove in immediately, not noticing the stabs of pain in my ribs at all. I began chowing it down hungrily, shoveling and stuffing whatever I could lay my hands on into my mouth. Almost ate my fork, too.

"I take it you have not eaten a decent meal in quite a bit?" She asked, quite amused at my hungry antics.

I nodded. "Yeah, keep going on about my mother." I told her.

Ioreth laughed at my impatience. "I knew your mother long ago, before I heard she died. I'm sorry to hear it, although it was a few years ago."

"Wait." I looked up from eating, and swallowed. "I thought, as servants of Sauron, we never had the chance to venture outside of Mordor..."

"Syrene did." Ioreth said simply. "She was born here."

"In this room?"

"Good heavens, no." She said. "But she was born in Minas Tirith and raised in Minas Tirith until she was kidnapped by some orcs and taken to Mordor, met your father and had you."

My mouth was a great round o. I was busy absorbing the new pieces of information that just abruptly had been spoken to me. My mother...was from Gondor. My father...must've been one of the ancestors who lived in Mordor, then. Good grief.

"So..you knew her?"

"I was her nanny."

"Wow." I glanced down at my plate, not feeling hungry anymore. After all that food, I was stuffed. "I'm full." I said a full minute later, randomly.

Ioreth stood up, the place where she had sat still warm. She picked up my tray on my lap. "I will bring this tray back to the kitchen. You should get some rest." She was almost out of the room when I called for her.

"Yes?"

"The battle...who won?" My hand, the one that wasn't half-dead, curled around the covers as unpleasant memories swirled around in my mind like scavenging wolves.

"I cannot tell you, for I was not fighting." Ioreth said. I knew she was teasing me.

"No, that's fine!" I said quickly. "But who won?"

Ioreth sighed. Obviously I was missing something. "Fay, if we had lost, why would you still be in this lovely city ofMinas Tirith?" She asked me. "Why wouldn't orcs be in this room right now? Miss Evargent, thelandofMordorand the darkness has gone." Then, she added before leaving, "The lord will be holding his coronation in a few weeks' time. You will be attending."

"Who's going to be king?" I blinked.

"Lord Aragorn, of course." Ioreth said shortly, and then really did leave.

I was silent.

Outside, people were going about their business and helping to rebuild parts of Minas Tirith, the places that were destroyed by catapults and other things. Other people were just strolling in the streets and talking happily. It was loud with cheer, yet nothing could compete with the shrill loudness of a scream that erupted from the Houses of Healing.

"OH YEAH! SAURON, YOU JUST GOT DISSED! WHOO!"

Birds in a tree near the Houses of Healing immediately took wing, taking to the sky far away. Other people warily stared at the Houses of Healing, shaking their heads, and muttering about how healers should start locking up mental people.

Life couldn't be better.

Pippin and Gandalf forgave me, and once I could walk again, they both introduced me to the rest of the Fellowship. Including the Mary-Sue. Most of them reacted when they heard that I used to serve Sauron, but I think they were okay with it once they got that I wasn't in his league anymore. I hope, anyways.

"Who's she?" A beautiful girl a little older than me stared at me. I stood there, awkwardly, my bad arm in a sling as we met in the streets, with Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin by my side. A flustered and exhausted looking Legolas looked utterly helpless as the Mary-Sue held him in a death grip by the hand.

"Mary Sue, this is Fay Evargent." Pippin said cheerfully.

I smiled at her. Hopefully she wasn't too bad. Maybe we could be friends? "Nice to meet you." I held out a calloused and worn hand to shake her hand with, but she only glanced down at my hand as if it were a bug.

What? I washed my hands today!

Maybe not, I thought as I drew my hand back to my side.

"Aren't you that girl from Mordor?" She asked arrogantly.

"Yeah." I said uncertainly.

"Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be, like, dead or something?" Mary Sue wrinkled her nose.

Man, if I hadn't learned manners and self-restraint, then I would be slugging her across her petite face and then chucking her half-way across Minas Tirith for sure. Or at least punch her and break her nose.

"No." I said, my temper rising. "I'm not."

I side-glanced Merry, who shrugged and looked apologetic.

"See, Mary Sue," Frodo tried to explain, "Fay used to be a servant of Sauron - "

Mary Sue yelped. "Then why are you friends with her?"

"Note the word Frodo used to describe me, 'used to be'." I said tartly. "Meaning I'm not anymore." Could any other person be more stupid? I rather doubt it.

"Oh." Mary Sue still didn't look convinced. "So what did you do for him? Maid or something? Jester?"

Jester? Maid? What the bloody hell made you think of THAT? Do I LOOK like an entertainer or a housekeeper to you?

I suppressed a snarl. "Breeder of dark creatures and occasionally helping to create inventions." I said, gritting my teeth together. "A well thought-of rank. Without my creatures or my help and advice on inventions Sauron wouldn't have gotten very far."

"Then it's your fault!" Mary Sue said shrilly, pointing a perfect finger at me. No callouses or worn skin. Her hands looked like they've been perfectly manicured and never worked in their entire life.

In comparison to my rough and tough hands, skinny yet lean and strong figure, straight blonde hair and blue eyes, Mary Sue had smooth, clean, porcelain-like skin, perfect golden wavy hair over slender shoulders, dark and long eyelashes with crystalline blue eyes, like two sapphires stuck on her face. I stared at her. She's insane. "If you did all that, why are you here?"

"Because he lied to me!" I snapped. "None of my ancestors ever came out of Mordor!" Except for my mother.But I wasn't going to tell Miss Snotty that. "Sauron lied to me and said that Mordor was the best, the others were bad and I didn't know that it wasn't the truth! And then I ventured out of Mordor, found out that he was a liar, and decided that I would fight against him."

"Mary Sue," Legolas said nervously. "Maybe you could let go of my hand, for firsts?"

The pretty yet idiotic blonde girl tossed her golden waterfall of hair over her slender shoulder and batted her eyelashes at the elf. I felt bad for him. I could've puked right then and there. "Oh, let's go somewhere else."

Before she dragged the Elf away, shot me a glare and said snottily, "No offense, Fay, but breeding animals and making stuff isn't really that well-thought of. Like a stable boy and architect."

I stuck my tongue out at her, before turning to the quiet hobbits.

"Why the hell didn't you defend me?" I demanded. "You know the story as well as I do!"

They shrugged. "She thinks we're on her side." Sam mumbled.

"How can anyone be on her side?" I asked.

"Nobody is." Frodo pointed out.

"Good." I said grouchily. "Because she's spoiled, stupid, petty and annoying. How can you put up with her? AND she called me a stable boy and architect! She's so - ARGH!"

Technically I shouldn't be personally insulted because I've insulted plenty of other people before. But for a good reason. Mary Sue, however, just insulted me because of what happened to me during my childhood. Could I helped being a descendant of ancestors who settled down in Mordor randomly? Could I helped being lied to and being gullible to the twerp who raised me up?

No.

"Sad excuse for a Mary-Sue." I huffed. "Perfect my ass!"

"My, Lady Fay. I was never aware that you used such language." I heard an amused and familiar voice behind me.

I let out a timid squeak and whirled around to see a man and woman standing behind me, their hands intertwined lovingly.

My mouth dropped more than a foot. "FARAMIR!" I shrieked. A few passer-bys jumped an inch at the shrillness of my voice, and hurried away, casting concerned or cautious glances towards me, but did I care? Nah, why should I?

I leapt into the laughing man's arms, nearly knocking him over. The woman besides him laughed.

The woman, with fair skin, dark eyes and golden blonde hair looked awfully familiar too. But I'll worry about that later.

"You idiot!" I growled. "You had me worried sick!"

"Did I?" He questioned me playfully. "My apologies."

I grinned and switched subjects. "And seems like you got yourself a lady, Faramir." I smirked at him.

The woman introduced herself. "I am Eowyn, White Lady of Rohan." I liked her voice, sounding very feminine and lady-like, yet it was proud and determined and very warrior-like. And she was nothing like that spoiled, wretched Mary Sue.

I was thinking for a few seconds, before blurting out, "Wait, you're the lady who killed Morgomir - ah, the Witch-King!"

Eowyn smiled. "If that is how you would like to remember me as, then yes, I am the lady who killed the Witch-King."

I nodded. "Okay, then."

"And she is also my betrothed." Faramir said happily. I don't think I've ever seen the Steward's youngest son this delighted before, even in the short time that I knew him.

I gawked at them both. "Wait - you're getting married?" I said, stunned. Why did I ask that?I thought to myself afterwards. Of course they would get married - they're lovers! Mmph, I'm not the brightest person when it comes to love and romance and all that lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy stuff. Blegh.

"Oh!" I said a moment later. "Uh-um, er, congratulations!"

Awkward?

"Thank you." Eowyn said. "You are invited to the wedding, if you wish to come."

"'Course I'm coming!" I said indignantly, playfully. "Why wouldn't I?"

And must I say it again?

Life could NOT be better.

I wouldn't ask for anything better than now.

I sat on the bed, just lounging around lazily as I watched birds flit from one branch to another playfully on a tree outside my window. I was lucky to have a tree outside my window, because Minas Tirith didn't have much soil to plant trees in, except for the king's guests or the royal palace.

So technically, that meant I was accepted in Minas Tirith.

I let out a contented sigh. Four months ago I would have never dreamt Sauron was dead, Mordor was gone, and I would be accepted anywhere, much less Minas Tirith. But here I am!

And I was forgetting something as well.

Something very important.

Did I happen to mention I was a very forgetful person?

I heard a knock on the door, somebody rapping the wood three times, sharply, and urgently. "Come in." I called.

The door opened and I saw Eowyn step in. For the past few weeks I've been here, Eowyn's virtually became my best friend. She understood everything I had to say, defended me several times against Mary Sue, and agreed with the fact that women should be allowed to fight. She practically squealed and hugged me when she finally found someone else who thought that it was stupid that women should be able to fight.

"Fay!" I heard her exclaim. "What are you doing?"

I glanced at her, quite unconcerned. "I'm…sitting."

She strode into my room quickly, and promptly yanked me off the bed by my hand. I yelped, due to the fact that she yanked on my bad hand that was healing pretty well, but was still a little sore.

"Don't you remember what day it is today?"

"Midsummer's day." I said easily. "Duh."

Then I remembered.

"Shit!" I swore. "Wait – is today Aragorn's coronation?"

Eowyn sighed, exasperated. "You just remembered?"

"I'm sorry!" I said, feeling panic rising. Aragorn wouldn't be the happiest guy if I missed his coronation, accident or not. "When does it start?"

"You have about an hour and a half, but it would be respectable if you arrived earlier."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I thought she was going to say that it was already starting! Then I would be screwed dutifully. "Great, let's go!" I said enthusiastically, starting for the door, but Eowyn pulled me back again.

"You cannot go around wearing this!" She was, annoyed.

"What?" I looked down. I was wearing a light dress, comfortable, yet it was wrinkled from wearing it too often and stained a little. I favored this dress immensely because it was the only good dress that didn't drag on the ground, trip me or include bows, ribbons, pearls, diamonds, gems, sashes, glitter, shine or anything too fancy. And it was warm.

"It is not suitable for a coronation like this!" Eowyn said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Seriously?" I said in disbelief. "I wouldn't care if I were becoming queen."

"You may not, but others will think lowly of you."

"Does it matter?"

"Of course!"

I was quiet for a minute. "Alright then…" I said slowly. Alright, alright, I'll wear a fancy-shmancy dress just THIS ONCE, because it's Aragorn's coronation. But don't give me any shish-ka-bob and try to do anything else.

"Can you help me out of it?" I asked. "I can't really reach the strings at the back."

"You'll need a maid for that." Eowyn said a moment later. "I've never done it myself."

I stared at her. "Great, get me a maid."

"I have one already." Eowyn gestured towards the door, and in stepped another familiar person. I haven't thought a single thing about her since Mordor fell, or else ever thought I would see her again. Why? Because my name is Fay Evargent and I forget things easily. Even important things.

"Daerua?" I said, confounded out of my wits. I was never this baffled before. A woman, probably in her fifties, stood in front of me, around my height, and looked exactly the same as before.

"Fay." She said gently, almost longingly, smiling the same smile that I've seen so many times. She held out her arms, and I ran into them instantaneously, hugging her tight. She was like a mother to me, so caring with a tender touch.

"How did you get out of Mordor?" I asked her, feeling bliss and happiness envelope me. I was close to crying tears of joy. Good lord, one good thing after the next! Keep it going, fate! You've treated me quite badly for most of my life, so now's the time to make it up to me!

"After you left for Cirith Ungol, I knew you would find Torn – "

As the slightly rude person I was, I interrupted her. "How did you know?"

But Daerua wasn't offended at all. "I've known you for nearly fourteen years. Of course I would know." Then she continued, "And when you would find Torn, you would be fighting, and I had a strange feeling that I should get out of Mordor, not necessarily that because I knew Mordor would fall, but as Sauron was getting caught up in the war, he wouldn't notice me slipping away. I found one of your horses wandering around in the fields and I rode her to Minas Tirith."

Her. I thought. It's not Eclipse...by the way, where is Eclipse? Didn't get to see him for a bit. Might go down to the stables.

Wait...oh no...

What about TORN?

"Torn!" I blurted out. "Where is he?" How could I be so stupid? I completely forgot about Torn! I mentally kicked myself for forgetting him. He was shot down, wasn't he? Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn -

Daerua laughed at me. "Don't worry. Torn is fine."

I let out the longest sigh of relief and felt the panic release me. "Oh...good lord...can I see him?"

"No. Coronation first, Torn next." Eowyn butted in, and Daerua stepped forward to start untying the strings at my back.

"But I really want to see - "

"I didn't say that you couldn't see him. Just not now. You need to get dressed."

"But I want to do it now!"

"No."

I was complaining and whining and wailing the entire time about wanting to see Torn immediately, as Daerua patiently dressed me, like she did before. I didn't even see what I was wearing when she finished tying the strings and making me look nice before trying to escape, but I met Eowyn, who stood outside to guarding the door so I couldn't bolt outside.

She smiled sweetly. "Back inside." She pointed, and pushed me back in my room.

"But you said I could go after I got dressed - "

"Daerua must fix that atrocious and messy clumps of hair of yours into something nice."

Huffing, I sat down in front of mirror, staring at my reflection as Daerua worked on my hair, talking to me about how happy she was for Aragorn and Middle-Earth becoming free and all that. Not that I didn't care, but hair-dressing and wearing ridiculously fancy dresses wasn't my favorite thing.

In fact, I was wearing a long-sleeved sea-green dress, with elegant lacing on the sleeves and bodice part. It was rather simple, yet the there was some designs and beautiful patterns on the modest neck-line, hem of the dress, and end of the sleeves. It was light as well, well-suited for the warm weather.

"Finished." Daerua proclaimed proudly, standing back to view her work.

It really wasn't anything much, only that she combed every single tangle out of my hair with the care equivalent of a mother and a new-born child. And then she placed a silver circlet in my hair, with a single red ruby cut with perfect precision in the center as the only fancy thing about the circlet.

"What's with the crown?" I asked her.

"Lady of Mordor, aren't you?" She said cheerfully. "I stole it from Sauron's room before I left. He collects fancy crowns like these, and I thought this one was pretty-looking enough for you if you ever got married or had special occasions like this."

"You didn't have to!" I grinned. "And besides, you're a lady of Mordor as well. You should wear something pretty too."

"Should I?" Daerua raised her eyebrows. "I am nothing but a maid."

I glanced up at her. "No, but you're like a mother to me, after Syrene. You deserve something as well."

So I made her pick out the dress she liked the most from my wardrobe, since each and every one of them all had their equal share of gems and satin and laces and beautiful designs on them. Daerua was actually quite happy, so after that, we all headed down to the courtyard of Minas Tirith, where the coronation was just about to begin.

Everyone gathered around, a giant crowd squeezed in the courtyard. I was standing near Eowyn, Faramir, and Eowyn's brother, Eomer, and also Daerua. To my distaste, Mary Sue was also there, not far away, dressed in this elaborate and beautiful silvery-white dress that made her look like she was glowing more than the elves. And she was still clinging onto Legolas like a flea. I saw her smirk at me.

"Now come the days of the king. May they be blessed." Gandalf placed a silver crown on Aragorn's head. Then Aragorn stood up to his full height, and addressed the crowd behind him. Everyone became silent as he began to speak.

"This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world… that we may share in the days of peace."

Everyone applauded, and although they were clapping loudly, you could hear a soft song Aragorn was singing in elvish as he made his way to the crowd, acknowledging all of his friends.

He passed by us, and I dipped my head, bowing slightly as he passed by. He returned my greeting with a soft smile.

And then Aragorn met with Legolas and Mary Sue, standing with a group of elves. Dignified as Legolas could be without flinching every time Mary Sue whispered something in his pointed ear, and by the nervous look on his face the whispering probably didn't suit him very well, he placed his hands on each other's shoulders.

"Hannon le." I heard the newly crowned king say to the elf.

And then Legolas stepped aside after a moment, revealing more elves, but dark-haired ones. Aragorn looked momentarily stunned as a gorgeous young elf woman holding a light green banner appeared, and what looked like the young elf woman's father behind her.

I leaned towards Eowyn. "Who's she?"

"Lady Arwen of Rivendell, and her father, Lord Elrond." She whispered back.

I stared at the beautiful elf lady as Aragorn and her both embraced, kissing. "Oh!" I said, a moment later, and began applauding with the crowd as it seemed that Aragorn had a lady friend. "The elf that the Witch-King of Angmar let escape? I like her."

Wow, I thought to myself, amused, also speaking to Morgomir if he could hear me today. Morgomir, you suck.

And yet Aragorn and Arwen, arm in arm, traveled around the crowd, and through the small windows between the bodies of people I saw four hobbits bow awkwardly to the king.

"My friends!" I heard Aragorn exclaim. "You bow to no one."

And then Aragorn bowed, and so did Arwen, and so did everyone else present, before the hobbits. I had to do it as well. I snuck a glance up and suppressed a giggle that finally everyone was shorter than the four hobbits. Not trying to be disrespectful, but it was the first thing that came to mind when I looked up.

And I spotted a dark shape appear in the sky.

I wasn't the first one to spot it, because I heard some shrieks sound through the air like a clear warning bell, before the guards rushed to the balcony closest to the dark shape. It appeared to be a flying creature, because it had spread wings, yet it wasn't very clear to them what it was.

Wasn't very clear, was it?

Mind you, I'm a dark creature breeder. And assistant inventor.

"TORN!" I let out the loudest scream yet. "TORN!"

I ran forward, pushing through the crowd of scampering men and woman and children, diving straight for the balcony. I heard Aragorn's amused chuckle as he probably saw me plowing right through the crowd.

A guard saw me and tried to stop me. "My lady, you cannot - "

"Move it, squirt!" I snapped, and shoved him aside.

Torn let out a delighted squeal once he saw me, and landed on the balcony steadily. He had no arrows sticking out of him, no wounds on his leathery skin, no torn holes in his wings, nothing bad that I could see on him that wasn't healed.

AND HE WAS ALIVE.

I attacked him, hugging his broad neck, a huge smile stretched from side to side on my face. "Torn!" I said giddily. "How are you, pal?"

Torn chirped, confirming that he was good.

"My lady!" I heard a guard shout. Spinning around, I saw guards holding out their bows and arrows, aiming directly at Torn's chest and face. The fell beast whined, offended.

"Don't shoot!" I said quickly. "Or I'll hurt you, I swear!"

"My lady, this is a dark and evil creature! We cannot let it live!"

"He's mine!" I pleaded. "Torn isn't bad! He's a good fell beast, so let him live!" Then I saw Aragorn making his way over here, and the crowd stood a safe distance away, watching with wide eyes.

"Do not release your arrows whatsoever." Aragorn said, coming to my side. I let out a sigh of relief.

"My lord - " A guard tried to intervene, obviously thinking that the new king was a nuthead.

"I forbid anyone to harm this young fell beast. He truly is not an evil creature. If you try to harm this creature in any way, the punishment will be decided by Lady Fay here." Aragorn placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Listen up, boys! The punishment's gonna be a good kick in the - " I said instantly, but was cut off.

"We don't need to hear your declaration, Fay, for we all know that it will be painful to hear, much more do." Aragorn told me.

"Fine." I said happily. "But I'll let you know that it is painful, though, because nobody - NOBODY - hurts Torn because you ought to know that you'll have me to deal with a second later."

The guards nodded quickly and backed away, putting down their arrows.

After a few minutes, the crowd dispersed into the royal hall, for the feast and celebration. I hung outside with Faramir, Eowyn, Daerua, Torn and poor Legolas was trying to run away from Mary Sue who wanted to do whatever the hell that revolting mind had planned for him.

And poo for Mary Sue, she's never met Torn before.

Torn however, had met Legolas before somehow and was nice to him. Faramir, Eowyn, Daerua and I all leaned against the balcony, just enjoying watching Mary Sue gracefully stumbling over the long trailing gown of hers. As they passed us, Torn let Legolas pass but stamped his claw down on the ground in front of the Mary Sue's path, blocking her.

She let out a gasp of surprise, and tried to go around. Torn blocked her again with his other leg.

Mary Sue tried to go the other way. Didn't work, because he blocked her again.

"Let me through, you stupid thing!"

No offense, but she's the stupid one here because she could very well just go around the other way to Legolas, who was at the steps of the palace, watching at a safe distance away.

"Hey!" I yelled at her. "Don't call Torn stupid! And he's a fell beast, not a thing!"

"I don't care!" Mary Sue said hysterically. She tried another time to go around, but Torn stopped her again. But by accident, the fell beast's sharp claws nicked the long train of the gown and ripped a small piece off.

I mean, it was only about the size of your hand, and she was already screaming her head off.

"YOU DESTROYED MY DRESS!" She screamed at Torn, who jerked his head back, looking sorry. "HOW COULD YOU - YOU - YOU MONSTER!"

Torn looked thoroughly upset, almost close to tears, if fell beasts could cry.

"THIS IS MY FAVORITE DRESS, YOU STUPID, IMPOSSIBLE, DISGUSTING, UGLY BEAST!" Mary Sue kicked Torn on his leg painfully, and he winced, shuffling backwards away from her.

I wasn't going to let Torn suffer anymore. Stepping forward rapidly, both Eowyn, Daerua, and Faramir had to hold me back by each arm tightly. "Let go of me!" I yelled at them. "I have to kick her ass now - "

They let go of me, understanding.

"You're punishment - " I declared loudly over her screaming, and looked up at Torn.

"Hungry, aren't you?" I asked him. He nodded sadly.

"Eat dessert first, buddy." I patted him friendly on his leg, and his dampened spirits were immediately raised, and I looked away smugly as I heard Mary Sue screaming at the top of her lungs when Torn clamped her up in his jaws, and swallowed in a single bite.

And then he burped, Mary Sue's crown coming up with it as well, and it clattered on the ground with fell beast saliva.

After that, life literally ruled.

Legolas practically squealed and danced for joy with Gimli, a Dwarf of the Fellowship, as the dwarf was also happy for his friend when I told him Torn ate Mary Sue to save him the trouble.

Aragorn and Arwen got married. So did Faramir and Eowyn, and I went to both of their weddings.

Torn really wanted a mate, but I would have to find him one later.

I'm turning fifteen soon, and then it would be shortly be the day that I first lended the fell beasts to the Witch-Kings, a full year ago.

And for Sauron, hear me out:

Mordor, indeed, has no escape.

But deliberately bursting your bubble -

I escaped.

SO THERE!

FINISHED! COMPLETED! DONE!

Sequels, anyone? I'll make one if you'd like! No, scratch that, I think I'll make one anyways. :D

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Cheers,

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