So, since this week is finals week for me and I apparently had the time, I decided to update early.

Disclaimer: I only own Feywen, her abilities, the other OC's, and the plot of this fic. Everyone and everything else belongs to Mr. Tolkien

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Elemental Talk

Elvish talk

"Where do we even start looking, Alu?"

"We will start at the castle and follow her trail from there."

"What do you mean?"

"With Lilith there, she will want to get out as fast as possible. We know Feywen, Vilya. We know that she will be wanting to escape now. The Valar never said how long she had to stay there and we can't find the information she needs, but maybe she knows where to find it. She'll be wanting to escape."

"You seem to know more about her than the rest of us. What have you been doing these past five hundred years, Alu?" The Water Spirit didn't answer as they sped across the land. "Alu, have you found a way into Mordor that no one else knows of?" She still didn't answer and Vilya left the question unanswered. She knew that Alu would speak when she was ready. Though, she had an idea as to the answer. The Water Spirit seemed a lot more attached to Feywen than the rest of them even though they all loved her dearly. Of the four of them, Alu had been the first to suggest ridding Feywen of the nuisance known as Lithwen. Of the four of them, only Alu struck Lithwen when she attacked Feywen's honor. At different times during the past five centuries, Alu would disappear and not be heard from or seen for months at a time. Now Vilya knew where she had been going.

She looked back at the castle and smiled. So far so good. The sun was starting to rise and she had not heard anything from Morgoth just yet. But then again, she had been given her freedom to wander the castle back. That meant that she was able to go to the kitchen to choose her own meals. No one would know she was gone until Noon when she had spent all day in her room for no apparent reason when she had just been given back her freedom. She wondered how long it would be before Morgoth decided to visit her himself. "If only I could have been there to see the tramp get what she deserves." Feywen thought sadly. Of all the elves, Lithwen was the only one she hated and she had no idea why. She normally liked everyone or hide her dislike. But Lithwen brought out the hate in her and Feywen was never able to figure out why that was the case. Glorfindel never paid any attention to the other elf to make her jealous or possessive. "Maybe it's because I knew what was really in her heart."

"That could be possible since she came to serve Morgoth instead of returning to Valinor."

"Alu! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Glorfindel!"

"She's not alone."

"Vilya! What the hell is going on?" Feywen looked back at the castle and quickened her pace.

"I followed Lithwen to Mordor and witnessed her say she had come to serve him. When I told this to Glorfindel, he decided that you shouldn't be alone here any longer. Alu and I volunteered to come and protect and be with you since we can hide easier than Naur and Kemen can. We also knew that if we all came, then you would send us all back to Glorfindel. So we have split up. Naur and Kemen are staying with Glorfindel while Alu and I stay with you." Feywen smiled.

"Things are definitely changing. But for the good or worse, I do not yet know."

"Let's concentrate on getting out of here first. Where are you going?" Alu said.

"I am retracing my steps." Feywen answered.

"Lithwen, you are relived for the night." The elf nodded and walked away from the door. The Dark Elf took her place and she followed another down the stairs and to her room which was not that far from the tower she had just left. She looked at the clothes in the closet. They were black, but she didn't mind. She was willing to let the colors of her clothes change if she could prove Glorfindel right about Feywen. She smirked. Feywen hadn't left her room all day.

"Probably sulking because she knows that Morgoth will leave her to be with me. And the moment she fights me for Morgoth will be the moment that she loses Glorfindel's love, forever." Lithwen chuckled and changed into the night clothes that had been provided for her. "Soon, once things calm down, I will go to Morgoth and let him take me to his bed. Or I will bring him to mine so Feywen can hear."

He looked around his study, trying to focus on the maps of spells in front of him. He knew that the shields Feywen created depended on her being alive. They would easily fall if she were to die and then his victory over the peoples of Middle Earth would be absolute. But he needed her alive as well. He had chosen her to be his queen and to bear his heirs. He would have no other. He had tried breaking the shields over Gondor with just his might, but they didn't even dent under his might. He knew they were tied to her besides just living while she lived. They had grown stronger with time, just as she had. He knew that her family had a special connection with the elements created by Eru. What that connection was, he was unsure. He was certain that she was needed for the people of Middle Earth to survive. But he also needed her to be freed. "Why do things have to be so complicated?" A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter." He looked up as the elf did as he commanded. It was Lithwen, the elf who had turned on her kind to serve him. He knew that she had an ulterior motive for coming to him and it had to do with the Balrog slayer. "Yes?"

"I was lonely and hoping you wouldn't mind keeping me company."

"You mean to ask if I am lonely as well." She nodded. He noticed that her nightgown had been altered to where it revealed more of her, giving him a great view of her figure. He waved her over to his desk. She was shorter than him, but a little taller than Feywen. "Do you know how Feywen created her shields?" She looked at the maps.

"I felt her shields on the Havens and Imladris. I cannot say what spell she used to make them."

"She bound them to herself. As long as she lives, the shields will stay active. You are of Elrond's people, the Wise Ones, how did she do it? What spell do you think she could have used?"

"They are many spells, my Lord. But none that the caster can bind to themselves as she has done." She looked up from the maps and at him. "Why are we talking about her and breaking these shields? All we have to do is kill her and then attack the places she has shielded." She placed a hand on his arm and batted her lashes. It had been three days since she had come to Mordor. In that whole time, Feywen had not left her tower for even food. He was growing worried about his bride.

"I cannot kill her because I need her."

"I know the legends, my Lord. In order to be free, you have to marry a full blooded Elf. But she is an Elandili. Half of her blood is Mortal. Why not choose an Elf who does not have that problem."

"And where would I find such an elf?"

"Well, she would have to come to you. You wouldn't be able to take her from within the shields. And besides Feywen, only one other elf has come to you." He smirked as he realized why she had really come to Mordor.

"You think you are clever, don't you Lithwen? You think that Feywen truly wanted to come here and leave the man she loves behind. You think she wants to be with me. You are a very imaginative child of Eru. However, she did not come all that willingly. I have a feeling the Valar had something to do with her coming here. But even before that, I was trying to bring her to me." He placed a finger under her chin and lowered his head so his mouth was by her ear. "Her grandfather trapped me underneath the mountain. Consider this payback." He whispered and then shoved her away. "Go change back into your armor. You are taking a night shift."

"But I've been standing outside her door all day!"

"You will do as I say! Go! And stand in the room with her."

"Yes, Sire." Lithwen curtsied and exited the study. Her sacrifice had been for nothing.

"Aren't you worried about facing her without a weapon?"

"We are stronger now, Vilya. I will not let her bother me this time. I am more worried if Morgoth knows about this way into Mordor. If we have to fight, Morgoth will know which way I have gone. It's been three days since I've left, I'm surprised search parties haven't been sent out yet."

"Feywen! Watch out!" Feywen jumped back in time to avoid being cleaved in two by a giant flaming sword. She looked up and gulped. Standing before her was a Balrog. Only two beings had ever defeated one: Gandalf and Glorfindel, and both had died. Feywen took a deep breath and looked at her foe.

"You are the new queen." He said. Feywen said nothing and summoned fire to her. She would fight fire with fire. "You should not be this far from the castle."

"I am going on an important mission for King Morgoth. No one is to know of it. He told me this way would be clear."

"There are no paths out of Mordor this way. The only way is the Black Gate." His voice crackled like fire and Feywen imagined that the Balrog that Gandalf had slain looked much like this one. She wondered how many Morgoth had created.

"I found one while studying the maps." He looked at her a moment.

"If he had a mission that needed doing, he would send Anil, not his queen. Come, I will escort you back to the castle. If what you say is true, then I will personally bring you back this way." He reached to grab her. She jumped out of the way.

"I tried to be nice, Flame of Udûn. Let me pass!" He snorted and redrew his sword.

"I cannot let you leave Mordor, Queen of the Elves. You must return to the castle." He sheathed his sword again and snorted. He could not harm her or it would be his head on the block. "Come and I will take you back to the castle and our lord and king, Morgoth." Feywen glared and then tried to jump around him.

He looked out at the forest around him. He wished that he wasn't alone to watch the sunset over the waterfalls. It was a sight she had always loved. "She will come back to you, Glorfindel. Why do you worry so much?"

"Because, Kemen, I know how she is. I know that she will try to get out of Mordor so she can find the information that she needs to defeat him. She will try to go through Shelob's lair to get out. If Morgoth has that way watched, she will have to fight and the dead bodies will make a blazing sign of where she is and where she is going. I am worried that her stubbornness will get her killed."

"Do not worry, Glorfindel. She would sooner kill Lithwen than let herself be killed, even if it only meant getting back to you."

"Now I see why she was always happy when she was alone." Naur and Kemen laughed.

What did ya'll think of this chapter? Will Feywen be caught and taken back or will she get away? ;) As always, thanks for reading and please review!