The Red Apprentice roared in rage as he tore his chambers apart. Furniture flew against the stone walls, shattering into pieces. Nothing withstood his assault. As he'd stalked through the tunnels to his chambers, he'd torched many a goblin that had dared cross his path and not gotten out of it fast enough. And within his chambers, when he'd finally reached his chambers and was able to let the guise of Red apprentice fall, he'd unleashed his full Power down into the pit, relishing in the screams of agony from the dragons. None died tonight, but he took great pleasure in venting his anger on his helpless victims.
"How dare she?" he shouted to them, while torturing them. "How dare she even think that she could be with another? She is mine!"
All day the image of the two elves curled around her had blazed in his head, making him unable to concentrate at all. He'd flown to Lothlorien in a simple enough guise, turning himself into a tiny robin. None of the sentries would think to look for a robin. His master did not know that he could assume such an innocent guise, and he had never felt the need to enlighten him. There may come a time in the future when he would be unable to assume it, but for now it was useful to him. He'd watched her as the elves had led her away, and kissed what was his, touched what only he should touch. He'd kill them for their insolence, he finally decided as he calmed. And he'd make her watch, to make her see what happened when she dared oppose him. His senses returning, he set to his books, with single-minded intensity, hatred blazing in his chest. For he no longer had a heart to worry about having given it up in the service of the Dark Lord long ago, and since then he had learned many dark things, many things that could cause agony, and despair, many things that would be useful once he brushed up on their methods.