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She flung out her hand and a ball of fire flew from her fingertips. Of the four elements, she had the least control of fire. Mainly because the Dark Elves feared it and Morgoth refused to let her train with it. She had stopped listening to him a few years ago and had started making clay targets to destroy with her fire. She was nearing the control she had with the other elements. She practiced because she had nothing better to do. Morgoth did not have any books that were worth her time. Nor did she feel like sitting and chatting with any of the Dark Elves that roamed the palace or served her. She avoided Morgoth as much as she could. Every time she saw him and he saw her, she would see a calculating gleam in his eyes that would make her shiver. She had no idea what she needed to do to destroy him. She only knew that she had to do it soon. He was starting to get impatient.
She kicked at another clay dummy, ice made from cold air and water around her foot. The dummy exploded in a mixture of ice and hard mud. One of the shards was spherical in shape and hit another Dark Elf squarely in the head, knocking him unconscious. His sparring partner looked at her. She only glared and returned to her practice. They knew that she disobeyed Morgoth and were angered because they could nothing about it. Only Morgoth could and he wouldn't get near her.
She attacked another dummy and thought about the jewels she had seen on his crown. She knew them to be two of three taken from the Two Trees, Telperion and Laurelin. One of the three currently sailed through the skies. The other two were thought to have been lost at the first defeat of Morgoth. She didn't find it surprising that they were still in Morgoth's crown. The legends only told of one being wrested from the crown by Lúthien and Beren and passed to Eärendil.
She sent out another fireball and saw a pale figure from the corner of her eye. Even though all the Dark Elves looked the same, they didn't look the same as him. "What do you want?" She said bitterly and sliced a dummy with only a flick of her wrist. Morgoth said nothing and only watched. She ignored him, or tried to. She was running out of targets and her main one was in close proximity.
"You move like one of the Númenor, one of the mortals."
"I am half mortal. Or do you forget what you called me at our first meeting." She retorted and destroyed the last target.
"I did not forget. You move life one of the Rangers and look and move like an elf as well." They stood in silence. "My elves are not as beautiful as you, even with your mortal blood."
"Don't waste your breath." She spat. She didn't want to hear his flattery. She wanted nothing to do with him. She hated that she had to leave Glorfindel to live with the Enemy of All Peoples.
"I wasn't trying to compliment you. I was making a statement. Even with your mortal blood, disgusting as it is, you are fairer than my elves. What did Eru do that made you all so fair while mine cannot compare to even an Elandili?" Feywen smirked and walked away. The answer was obvious to her. Eru was good. Morgoth was evil and evil would always be uglier than Eru. "Don't walk away from me." He growled.
"You have no power over me." She called over her shoulder and kept walking. Pain shot up her leg and she collapsed and fell into darkness.
The throbbing in her leg woke her as a dim light entered her window. Ever since she had walked willingly into Mordor for a second time, weak sunlight lit the land through Morogth's darkness. It gave her hope. But the hope was waning as the sun did. It had been five hundred years since she had made the sacrifice she had. Yet no one had tried to come after her. She knew she could not escape. Morgoth had an army posted at the Black Gate and she did not feel like facing Shelob again. Her back still pained her if she was hit in the middle of it.
She sat up with a stifled groan and looked at her left leg. The scar she had never gotten rid of was an angry red against her tan skin. She scowled and attempted to stand. She fell back onto her bed when it wouldn't support her. She growled and tried to stand again, using Wind and Earth to support her. She made it to the window as the door opened and Morgoth walked in.
"What did you do to me?" She growled, wishing she had a dagger hidden on her.
"It was I who gave Sauron his magic. The same magic that chills your blood and body yearly." A wicked smile graced his features. "As you saw, I can direct the remnants of what is in your blood wherever in your body I wish to." She arched her back as the sting from Shelob burned. Feywen fought to keep consciousness. Thoughts of Glorfindel flashed through her mind along with an image of his mother's ring. The ring that had given her so much hope. She suddenly had strength and she stood straight, but the pain only intensified.
"You bastard." She said through gritted teeth. He just grinned.
"Soon, Lady Celebrant, you will be mine. It doesn't matter if you are willing or not." She kept her face a mask of anger to hide her fear at his implied meaning. "Disobey me again, and I will ensure you suffer to within an inch of your life." He released the magic and she struggled not to slump against the wall. He grinned again and walked out of the room. She waited until she heard his footsteps far down the hall before she limped back to her bed and collapsed onto it, crying into her pillow, hating that he had so much power over her.
"You seemed to genuinely enjoy that." A voice said from the shadows as he exited the tower. "It was about time that you did something about her disobeying you. She's been using her power over fire for years."
"I have over looked that for a reason. I wanted to know how far she was willing to go to find peace in her current situation. So far, she has not found peace with her lot in life. She knows that she was born for this, but she seems to still have hope that she can escape it." Anil fell into step beside him.
"What are you going to do to crush that hope? It seems that it will never fade. She has been here for five hundred years."
"I am not going to do anything. Her hope is fading, Anil. Or have you not been paying attention to the sunlight that has filtered into my lands. It is waning, as is her hope. It was my darkness that Sauron was able to cover this land with. Hope giving sunlight pierced it before when the tide of battle changed. But this sunlight, this sunlight is her hope. As it wanes, so does her hope." Anil said nothing and he dismissed her. She bowed and went to the practice field.
He cursed loudly in the Black Tongue, making his serving Orcs cower in fear. Five hundred years and he still could not find what he was looking for. He had scoured hundreds of books he had taken with him from the Blessed Realm and he still could not find a way to strip her mortal blood from her without killing her in that instant. He looked around his library. He had read almost every book on the shelves in the past four hundred years. There was one he dared not touch. It was one that had been bound to him by Eru when he had stolen the Silmarilli from the trees. He turned and looked at it. He had never touched it or opened the cover, but all the spells and curses he knew had come from that book, burned into his mind when he had first seen it in his castle centuries ago. He snarled and hurried from the room. There were spells elsewhere that he could use.
She stood at her window and looked out across the Plains of Gorgoroth. She remembered when she had crossed them with Frodo and Sam. She had been losing hope that they would succeed. She had doubted herself in the hour where hope was needed most. Then the sunlight broke through the darkness and gave them enough hope to get to the road. She could never figure out where she had gotten the strength to main Frodo like she had. She knew she never would have done it in a different instance. She was a Ranger of the North, a protector of the Free Folk like the Hobbits. "What gave me the strength to do that? What gave me the strength to wrest the Ring from him and toss it into the fire?" She knew the strength had not come from the elements. The strength had come from somewhere else. She needed to figure it out before Morgoth returned to torture her again. She needed to fight off his evil the same way she had fought off Sauron's. Thoughts of Glorfindel had only given her the strength to stand against Morgoth. He needed help. She needed help.
She took a deep breath and looked towards the west. She wondered what her love was doing at this moment. She doubted that he had given up on her. He had shown that he never would. And she never would give up on him either. But she was running out of time. She knew the meaning of Morgoth's words a few days ago. She had read, in one of the few instances she had decided to go to his library, that he was cursed by the Valar to stay in the lands known as Middle Earth for all time. He could only escape if he married a full blooded Elf and not one of his dark creations. The scroll she had read had not given details as to if the woman had to be willing or not, but from his words, Morgoth seemed to know that it didn't have to be a willing ceremony. But there was no marriage unless it was consummated which had to be willing. She shuddered as she thought of the ways he could make her give herself to him in that way.
She took a deep breath and walked to the door. She needed out of the palace, even if it was only to the training grounds. Maybe she could get one of the Dark Elves to spar with her. Since she had left Nardin and Nardil with Glorfindel, she had not touched a weapon in five hundred years and was afraid of what would happen if she used her magic with the elements again. She shook her head, ridding herself of the fear. "You are the Lady Celebrant!" She scolded herself. "You bow to none! Especially a fallen god!" She pulled on the door and nearly pulled her arm from its socket. She tugged again and it didn't budge. She scowled and used her will over fire and tried to burn it down. She screamed in frustration when she found it unburnt and stalked back to the window.
She looked at the sky and willed the wind to move the clouds for her. She smiled when she saw it, even though it was dim. The star, Eärendil, was in the same position it had been on this same night over two thousand, almost three thousand, years ago. She had been married under the star and was concerned at how dim it was when it used to shine brightly. "It's been dim ever since I came here. Damn you, Morgoth."
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