A/N: Again, sorry for the slow update. I'll probably be faster when it comes to winter break because then, I'll have all the free time in the world. Unfortunately, unlike the rest of the WORLD, our school doesn't get out next week. We actually get out the week after that, the Saturday of 12/24. Blehhh...

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Chapter 11

Nad No Ennas

As the weeks past, it seemed quite true that the woman knew the safest way to Dol Guldur. After the twins led the company over the Hithaeglir and through the Gladden Fields without incident, she had pointed them without fail southeast until they came, unscathed, indeed, without even meeting Orcs, to the forests of Mirkwood.

Elrohir had been muttering about this since the journey through the Gladden Fields, for the area around Lothlórien, the elven safe haven, and Mirkwood were infested with goblins and hobgoblins. He and his twin had passed there often enough and not once before had they not encountered at least a score of Orcs. Morwen seemed to have some type of repellant on her, for nothing evil was seen within a 1000 paces of them.

As they entered the forest, and the coolness of the dark descended upon them, so did the fear of the trees that were thousands of years old. Estel could not help but feel the hostility of this place, as he knew that it, though it was a forest for the Valar's sake, wanted nothing with them.

His thoughts strayed to his image of hostility: Morwen.

He had been thinking about her over the past few weeks, and not in the adoring way that his brother did. Cuiladan, he knew, was enchanted by their little sorceress and he hoped greatly that this infatuation would end. He had never seen his brother so enticed by a woman before, and it only made him uncomfortable around his older sibling. Elladan and Elrohir had ceased to talk about it, as one night, Cuiladan had confronted them about his feelings, and the two decided that only the Valar could decide his fate now.

Morwen of Lossarnach.

The name was too familiar for him to pass up. He knew that he had either read or heard it somewhere before.

However, he had thought about it for his entire journey and yet, he had not come to any conclusions. Perhaps he just felt such animosity for the woman that he was making things up in his mind.

Perhaps…

"Nad no ennas," (There's something out there) Orophin suddenly hissed through clenched teeth. He had the most experience beneath the trees, as he had lived in Lothlórien for most of his life.

Before anyone could dislodge any of the neglected weapons from their horse saddles and packs, Orcs sprang from behind the undergrowth and high bushes, cruel swords at the ready.

As the small band contended with the Orc attack as a distraction, Morwen quietly slipped towards the trees, apologizing silently to Cuiladan. This was the way it had to be. She had spoken with her Master through ways that the others did not know. His strength, now, even extended to possessing the waters around Mirkwood, and through the small puddles and lakes, Morwen had been able to spill her situation to him. He had not been pleased, but their newly devised plan to ring in the brothers was flawless.

All they needed to do now was distract the elves enough so that they did not have a firm grasp on her whereabouts for a few minutes so that she could get back to the side of her Master.

Behind the shadow of the eaves, she touched the hand of her guide, giving him the signal that it was truly she. In the perpetual darkness of Mirkwood, she could not see him, but his glowing yellow eyes told her that he was anything by human. For a second, she drew back, smelling his foul breath. She caught the scent of drink and rotting meat, and felt her stomach churn with nausea.

Closing her eyes, she knew that she could scream and abandon her Master's plan. She could help the elves and they would never know that she was going to betray them.

No.

She could not do that. She had come too far from her home land, and her Master had promised her lord's love in return for her duty. Her Master knew the way into anyone's heart, and with him on her side, perhaps she could get her lord to turn away from his filthy mistresses and perhaps even look at her for once.

At this, Morwen realized that she was clenching her fists together so tightly that she had left half-moon marks from her nails on the inside of her palms.

Her husband…

Her lord's love.

Swallowing hard and summoning up her courage, she let him lead her through the vine-infested path that buried them further into the depths of the vast forest.

TBC...

Short update, I know, but doesn't it give you a feeling of suspense? Heh heh heh...

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