I'm so sorry I haven't updated for almost a month. I had major writer's block and I have to choose a college to go to and prepare for my midterms. This was only the section I was really lost at so the next chapters will be coming soon!

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Chapter 19: Sauron

I woke up to someone's voice speaking to another beside my bed. A hand ran through my hand a few times before they stopped. I peeked open my eyes and saw my brother talking to a healer. "If my sister wakes up while we are gone, you must not tell her we are going to the Black Gates. Aragorn plans to make a diversion," Legolas told him sternly.

"I believe it would only worsen the wound, my lord," the healer agreed quickly. "Thank you," Legolas sighed gratefully then soundlessly left the room. The healer frowned sadly then fluffed my pillow and threw another blanket over me before he left the room himself.

I sat up and gracefully got out from under the three thick blankets wrapped tightly around me. I walked over to the windows and watched as hundreds of soldiers marched outside of Gondor's gates. I focused on six figures farthest away from the gates. They were going to leave me behind.

I leaned over slightly to get a better look but felt a sharp pain in my side. I dropped to one knee and hissed in pain, pressing on the wound with my hands. The pain left as soon as it came and I stood up shakily, breathing heavily. This wound was getting on my last nerve.

I threw on a robe over my white nightgown and walked out of my room, avoiding the path of healers and nurses as I walked out to the small inside garden that I spotted. A few men held behind to say their final goodbyes. I watched over the city sadly, seeing women and children begging their husbands or fathers not to go. Seeing men making promises they might not keep; that they would return. Seeing a dark cloud of hopelessness and despair hanging over everyone.

I quickly hid in the shadows of an archway when I heard a pair of footsteps. Éowyn stood there in a gown similar to mine and a dark blue cloak, watching the men rest of the men leave. The noise quietened and the civilians went into their houses. Another, heavier set off footsteps were heard and I turned to see a man with brown hair and blue eyes.

"The city has fallen silent," Éowyn spoke solemnly. "There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold." "It's just the damp of the first spring rain," he replied, walking until he was beside her. She turned to him with tear-filled eyes and I saw him smile gently. "I do not believe this darkness will endure," he told her then grabbed her hand with his. She smiled and laid her head on his chest. Envy burst in me, wishing that Aragorn was here to do that to me. I turned away and walked sadly back to my room, knowing expanding on my thoughts of Aragorn gone would only bring me grief.

The army was long gone now, no one could see them any longer. I walked to my room and laid down for a good rest, hoping my dreams would not exist tonight, for they would only be nightmares of my friends and family dying at Sauron's hand.

Three days had passed. Three days with no news and even less hope. For none of those three days had I slept. Nightmares constantly plagued me. Dreams of Frodo not able to overcome the Ring. I could almost feel him growing weaker by the minute.

The healers were frantic when I had disappeared and had the guards that were left to guard the kingdom search for me that one day. They scolded me for at least half an hour. Obviously Aragorn placed all his trust in them.

Now the healers deemed me well rested and able to wander around the castle and city, as long as I had guards at all time. I smirked as I scampered through halls, avoiding the guards the best I could. Aragorn was not here, so he could not tell me or anyone else what to do. When it came to me, that it. I could easily protect myself.

Screeches were heard as I wandered into the open. I looked up horrified at the civilians' screams. "The Nazgul!" I whispered shocked. I reached to my side to pull out my sword but grasped air. My sword was still in the possession of the healers. They thought it was too dangerous for me to carry around. I had the Elven dagger my brother had given me, but it wouldn't have done anything to stop them. I screamed as I was picked up in one of the monster's claws and carried away. The Ringwraith reached down and grabbed my shoulder, yanked me up and knocked me out with the hilt of his sword. 'What will happen to me now?'

When I awoke again, I was in a large, stone room. I tried to get up, but I was chained to the cold wall. I felt a strange dress on and my arms as well as my shoulder and collar bones were bare. I felt a small necklace around my neck that seemed to glow in the darkness.

The door in front of me opened and I had to turn my eyes away at the light. I looked down at my outfit, using the light to my advantage and saw that I had a black and red corset gown on. A chuckle came from above me and I whipped my head up to see who it was.

A figure with extremely large teeth and black armor on stood in the doorway. "So it seems like the princess lives," the thing rasped with a large grin. "Soon you will wish you didn't." "Who are you?" I demanded angrily. He whipped out a machete and held it threateningly to my throat. "Mind who is the captor and the captive. I am Sauron's Mouth, and as much as I wish to kill you this very moment, I cannot kill The Great Eye's future bride," he announced with a smirk.

"You lie," I hissed, trying not to let my fear show. His deformed mouth grinned impossibly wider. "What ever you wish, my future queen," he returned and mock bowed. "I will send Grimblin in to watch over you for the time being. Your friends have not yet arrived."

I glared at him as an Orc stalked inside after Sauron's Mouth called for him. The Orc leered at me, showing his rotten teeth before turning to his 'master'. "Watch the woman but do not touch her. We do not need her tainted before The Great Eye has returned," Sauron's Mouth ordered. He turned to leave but turned back to me, grinning slyly and I knew his non-visible eyes gleamed maliciously.

"I hope you like your dress, fair princess. I know I did when I changed you," was his parting statement before he left the room. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body, scooting as far away as I could from the Orc. *Someone, please save me.* I whispered in my mind, trying with all my might to get it to Legolas before thinking about better times to try and forget the horror of this reality.

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A/N: I'M SOOOOOO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A MONTH BUT I STATED THE REASONS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER. Poor, Aranel! You know, I read this all over again after I read my little sister's story... and I realized mine sucked! (Which is really bad considering my sister is 4 years younger than me, almost 5.) Well, I'm glad I don't plan to be an author when I'm older, she does though. READ HER STORY!