A/N- Hey people who are still reading this story. I am so sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I literally have 5 different versions of the next chapter and I don't know which one to post. So what I'm going to try to do is combine them and condense them. So we meet Morathi! This is a very short chapter I just wanted to introduce her. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I will try to have another chapter out today! Please review. All feedback is appreciated.

Morathi sat down on her throne with a deep scowl etched into her beautiful dark features. She was visibly upset. She knew the girl had returned. She had failed in obtaining her 21 years ago. She would not fail this time. For this time she would plan better and wait. It was only a matter of time before Shadow brought her back to their realm. Here she would be on a level playing field. She would have to intercept them before he sent her to train at the temple of Khaines. There was magic that protected them temple. It was older than her. If the girl made it to the temple to train she would most definitely have to wait until her training was over and that could be years. Not to mention she would be better trained and more difficult to obtain.

Morathi sighed. It had been so long since she had a bath. She smiled a diabolically. It had been awhile since she enjoyed a sacrifice. Maybe she would select the virgins herself. Getting up from her throne, she walked towards her chambers. She wanted to see how little Iman had aged over the years. She needed to know more about her. After all the first lesson of war was to know your enemy. That highborn elf and assassin scum had been one step ahead of her last time. Willing to send your own daughter away. Terrible. Morathi would have opted to smashing her sons head open against the stone floor then send him away to the unknown.

Gazing into her pool of water Morathi murmured her looking spell. As the water fogged over and then began to clear she saw the young princess dancing with the woodland king. She looked to be engrossed into their conversation. The king said something to her that made her throw her head back and laugh. The ever hermit woodland King never ventured out of his realm for anything. What was so special about her? Morathi snarled. 'Enjoy yourself now girl.' She gazed back at the girl. The king was now staring at her intently and the girl was staring back at him. If only she had her bath. She would've been able to summon enough power to actually hear what they were discussing. Morathi continued to gaze upon her pool. The girl was now outside with the woodland prince. Morathi knew the look he held for Iman. The young prince was in love. She clapped her hands together. This was just going to be too easy. Not caring to see how the rest of the night would play out she waved the vision away and sought out her son.

It was no secret that the once powerful Morathi who had struck daemonic pacts was not so powerful at the moment. People had stopped worshipping her. When she had killed her sister it was then people saw her for what she really was. Even her son pushed her away. Well that and he wanted Iman as well. For marriage reasons. Malekith did not care about the power the girl had. For he had been given his own glimpse of a different fate with her. They were supposed to fall in love and she would love him no matter what. The premonition had come to him when he had touched the girl during her christening. An even his mother had not been invited to. So you can see why she needed Iman. She wanted her. She would marry her son and that would be final. With her being in the family Morathi would be able to siphon her powers as she saw fit.

20 years ago almost to the day Morathi had lost most of her magic. She had underestimated her hag sister Hellebron. Who knew the wench would sacrifice her life for the bastard daughter of her precious Shadow-Blade. Wounding her in the process. Morathi had fled her homeland of Ulthuan and settled in the Forbidding lands of Naggaroth. Alone and mostly isolated Morathi had been plotting and planning for years for the return on the girl.

Sitting in her bath Morathi began to formulate a plan. It was clear she wouldn't be able to get close to the girl at the moment but that didn't mean she couldn't have someone else get close to her. Who would be willing? She tossed the thought aside. To hell with the willing. She had enough strength to conjure a potion to make someone her puppet. She could also maintain control if she bathed enough. She would require slaves. Virgin slaves. That she needed to acquire first before she could even thing about brewing a mind spell. She would go to Karond Kar with her some of her most trusted Druchii. She could not involve her son. Not yet anyway. He would want to see that she was in fact better prepared this time. Smiling to herself and leaning back Morathi breathed a sigh of relief. She would in fact get Iman and she would marry her son.

Malekith had just returned from sparring at the training fields when he noticed he had a visitor. An uninvited visitor he thought to himself. "Mother why are you here?" he asked with disgust in his voice.

Rising up from the chaise she had been lounging on Morathi walked towards her son. Clearly still angry she decided it was best not to suffer his wrath. She got straight to the point.

"Dear son I am here with good news. The girl has returned."

"What girl?"

Walking around so she could look him in his eyes Morathi grabbed him by his shoulders.

"Shadow-Blades daughter." He paused from taking a sip out of his chalice.

"You lie." Seeing her son was going to require more proof than just her words she pulled out a crystal and chanted some words. "Look and tell me what you see." She in instructed him.

Pulling the crystal from her hand Malekith gazed into the purple glowing light. He saw a girl. She was laying down gazing at the stars above her. Her eyes were like emeralds. He kept watching. She appeared to be weeping. It pained him to see her this way. She was powerful. Whatever the reason for her tears she should be making them bow down to her. Clearly she was weak. He would change that. He would mold her into the perfect mate.

Knocking the crystal from his mother's hands he yelled.

"Why is she there and not here?"

"I only recently found out she had returned. How I cannot say. In fact no one can. We must be smart this time. She is with the high elves and together they are powerful. We cannot defeat them if we rush into this. We must get her to come to us. Do not worry. She will be yours."

Removing his chest plates Malekith walked over to his mother and gently stroked her face with his thumb. "You better make good on your promise or I will fail to remember why it is I keep you around dear mother." His words were soft and gentle but his eyes told her he was not making and idol threat. Morathi knew she had to deliver this time. She could not let her son down again.

Laying in his bed, Malekith's mind wondered back to Iman. He had never fell in love before but had taken many lovers. The girl when captured would not love him right away but she would grow to. She would have no choice. He would kill anyone who stood in his was. He would kill any man that she had ever cared about. She would love him. He would make sure of it.

Smiling Malekith began to stroke himself to the thought of her. Finding his release soon after he fell asleep.

Morathi was set on finding out how the girl came to be in the woods. Which meant she needed information from pretty much the other side of the world. It just so happens a certain orc captain did in fact owe her a favor. He was set to arrive any moment.

Her most faithful assistant came into sitting room looking quite frazzled. "Ornvos, what has you so flushed?"

"My lady the orc captain that you sent for is here. He is not alone." Ornvos bowed down before her. Getting up from her seat Morathi quickly donned a robe and rushed out of the room. Tapping Ornvos on his shoulder. A gesture that meant he should follow and quickly.

Bursting through her great hall doors Morathi walked right up to her old friend and embraced her old friend. They began speaking black speech.

"Morathi, you look as beautiful as ever."

"I wish I could same the same for you old friend." He took no offense. He prided himself on his mangy looks. It put fear into his enemies. He knew Morathi meant it with respect. Morathi wasted no time. She summoned him here with one purpose.

''What do you know of the half breed bitch?"

"I do not know much but I have something very valuable that could possibly tell you about her." Morathi's interest was definitely peaked.

"How much do you want?"

He shifted his position so he could lean against the table. He stroked his scarred face. Appearing to be deep in thought. He wasn't. He already know what he wanted. He just wanted Morathi to wait.

"Well, speak now or leave!" Morathi's voice boomed through the hall. Echoing off the pillars her voice lifting to the rafters above.

The orc captain smiled. Revealing his blackened teeth and decaying gums. Just then the doors opened and two smaller orcs brought in a person with a hood over his face.

"I have no time for your games. What is this?" Morathi pointed towards the hooded man.

Not dignifying her with an answer the Orc captain pulled the hood off the man. Morathi stepped back. A human? What could a mere mortal do for her?

"What is the meaning of this?"

"This…" the creature motioned to the man "…is iman former lover. We found him in the woods near Rivendell. He had no idea what was going on."

"This is fantastic indeed. Now what of your payment?"

"I want Shadow kingdom. Seems like a fair trade."

Not wanting the captain around anymore Morathi agreed. Of course she never intended for him to take control over anything. She would get rid of him when she no longer had use for him. He did not need to know that though.

"Ornvos!" Her minion quickly came to her call.

"See to it our visitor is cleaned up and his wounds are tended to. Feed him and make him most comfortable." Morathi said leaving the human in Ornvos' possession.

A few hours later joey was in a locked room but it was comfortable. A fire was burning and he had a plethora of food spread out on a table. What the hell is going on? Where is Brittani? When he had been trying to leave her body in the woods because he was sure he had killed her a yellow light had swallowed them up. Afraid that it was the police (because he's an idiot) he took off running. He never expected to see something out of a horror film. The creatures had captured him and tortured him. They wanted to know a lot about Brittani. He did not understand why. He had been reduced to sleeping in a cage and defecating himself. What little food they did give him he had to substitute by capturing rats and eating them raw.

Now here he was in what he assumed was a castle. Whatever this new person wanted he was more than happy to give them. As long as they kept him comfortable like this. Besides Brittani had betrayed him. He did not care if she lived or died. Whatever happened to her was her own fault. He was in survival mode and fuck anything that stood in his way of survival.