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She quailed as he looked at her. It had been discovered that Feywen had run off and had been gone for the past six days. Search parties had been sent for her three days ago when it was first discovered that she was missing. She knew that it was her fault. She should have checked in on Feywen when she returned to her post the second morning. Anil suddenly burst into the throne room and fell to one knee as she reached the thrones.

"Majesty, a Balrog has come from the outer regions. He says he must see you immediately."

"Bring her." Anil grabbed her by the arm and followed the angry god out of the doors and to the courtyard where the Balrog was waiting. He bowed at the waist at the sight of Morgoth and then produced a dark bag made of shadow. "What do you have for me?" He asked as Balrogs could only speak in flame tongue, a tongue that was only understood by fire and those who wielded it.

The Balrog opened the bag and pulled out a very angry Feywen by the collar of her shirt. "I caught her while she was traveling west from the castle. She said she was going on a mission for you. When I said that I would escort her back to confirm this, she began fighting me. I believe she was trying to escape." The Balrog set her on the ground and Morgoth grabbed her upper arm. "It was hard to catch her without hurting her. In the end, I think she twisted her ankle and I was able to grab her."

"You have done well. Search that area and report to me. She obviously knows something about this land that I do not." The Balrog bowed and left. Morgoth turned to her, a grim smile gracing his lips. "That was a worthy try, Feywen. I wasn't expecting you to try to escape."

"It is time for me to leave this land." Is all she said. Morgoth turned to Lithwen.

"You are a poor excuse for a guard and a soldier. When I told you to guard her; that meant to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't try to escape like she did. You cannot follow orders. If you cannot do that, then I have no use for you." Lithwen stiffened.

"Those are almost the same words Glorfindel said to her before her cast her out of Rivendell." Alu whispered.

"I don't think Morgoth is going to be as nice about it. Especially since I almost got away. If that Balrog had not been there, I would have gotten out of Mordor before they could have found me." Feywen looked at Lithwen and struggled to hide the smirk that wanted to find a home on her face. Feywen knew what was going to happen to the elf before her.

"Therefore, I will have to teach you how to follow orders." Lithwen was stripped of her armor. "Anil, take her to the kitchens." Anil bowed and the two of them left. Morgoth turned Feywen to face him. "Do not think that there won't be consequences for what you've done either, Feywen. I think I may have been too lenient with you. It is time to change that." Feywen kept her face a mask of calm as Morgoth called two soldiers to them and shoved her into their arms and she was ordered to the dungeons.

She was forced to her knees in front of him. She glared at him as she was stripped of her shirt. He looked at her, a dead look in his eyes. She continued to glare at him as another soldier entered, a deadly whip in his hands. She knew what came next. She felt Alu and Vilya near, giving her comfort for what was to come. She knew she was to be whipped for trying to escape. Morgoth now knew about Shelob's cave and the passage through Cirith Ungol. There were two Balrogs watching the pass. Morgoth took the whip and she was forced to stand and dragged to a frame set between the pillars. She never took her eyes off the evil deity, even as her arms were stretched and she was tied to the frame. He walked over to her and stepped behind her. She could feel the dark magic that was radiating off the whip. She created a shield around herself.

The whip cracked across her back. She arched unwillingly. She knew that if she blocked the whip, she would receive a worse punishment. So she took the abuse while trying to keep the black magic from entering her blood. She didn't remember when, but she finally passed out after her vision began to flicker.

"Feywen. Feywen, wake up, my Love. Please, wake up." She opened her eyes and found herself looking into the perfect, blue eyes she had not seen in centuries. "Thank the Valar." He breathed.

"How did you get in here?" She whispered as she slumped against him having been released from the whipping frame.

"I snuck in with Lithwen's help. But now you and I can get out of here."

"I can't move."

"I will carry you." He picked her up bridal and she heard him talk to the elements, asking the four of them to guard the two Elves. She felt a shield be set around them at the same time she felt a dark magic she knew very well.

"It seems you are a valuable asset, Lithwen." Feywen looked and saw Morgoth, Lithwen, and Anil step from the shadows. "Now I have the woman who will be my salvation and the one Elf who can kill my greatest creations." She felt his arms tighten around her and the blood streaming down her back. She felt more than saw the dozens of Dark Elves surrounding them. She gathered the elements around her and her husband. "Get them." Morgoth ordered. "But be gentle with my bride." Glorfindel growled.

"You will never touch her again." She lost consciousness again.

She opened her eyes at Vilya's urgings. She was tied to the frame again. Her back felt raw as if she had been whipped again. She was sure she had been. She looked ahead of her and saw Glorfindel tied to a post. Blood dripped down his front. His blonde hair was matted against his head. "Glorfindel." She whispered in Common. She knew the residents of the castle did not understand the language of the Free Folk. "Glorfindel, please do not be dead."

"I am not dead, Melamin." He answered her, lifting his head. His blue eyes were full of pain. "I am just glad that you are okay. Lithwen tried to tell me that you had forsaken me for Morgoth."

"And I never will. You are the only who will ever have my heart." She looked at him, wishing she could kiss him. She longed to hold him in her arms. She looked at her bindings. They were leather. She knew she could cut them with the power she know held. She looked at her husband. He was bound in the same way she was. She could free them both and they could both escape. In the past five hundred years, she had learned the layout of the castle very well. She definitely knew it better than Lilith did. She gathered the wind and water to her and formed a blade of ice. As soon as it was ready, Morgoth walked in, the whip in his hands. She dropped it as he looked at them.

"Let him go, Morgoth. He has done nothing to you."

"Oh, but you are wrong about that, dear Feywen. He tried to steal from me."

"Only what was mine that you stole from me." Glorfindel replied. Morgoth kept his eyes on her.

"He tried to steal you back from me. But you cannot leave. Even you know that. You can't escape. But I know you, Feywen. You would rather kill yourself than let anyone else be hurt. You sacrifice yourself for everyone else. I know you would die for this man here." He walked over to Glorfindel, drawing a knife. She began fighting at her bonds. "And I know he would die for you. A tragedy really seeing as how you both love each other very much."

"LET HIM GO!" Feywen screamed and hit him with a blast of fire. He laughed and walked over to her. She broke her bonds and ran at him. He stood behind Glorfindel and held the knife to his throat. Feywen skidded to a stop.

"Are you willing to pay this price, Feywen? If you come a step closer, I will kill him before you have the chance to kill me." She glared at him, the Silmarilli gleaming darkly in the torchlight. He laughed and ran the knife across Glorfindel's throat.

"NO!" Morgoth cut the leather and Glorfindel crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around him. Morgoth continued to laugh and Feywen flew at him. He knocked her to the ground. She jumped back up and attacked again, ignoring the pain in her back from the whip. She punched him, knocking him back. She didn't let up and he was forced to fight back. She ducked and dodged his blows while hitting him with her own. He looked at her face and saw that it had changed. It was more angular and thinner. To him, it looked more Elven than Elandili. It was as if her Elven blood had destroyed her Mortal blood to become the dominant in her body. He growled and directed pain into her back from the magic he had placed in her body. She arched and growled. Just before she passed out, he saw a raging fire in her eyes and a promise for revenge.

She held his head in her lap and rubbed his forehead. Her pants were soaked with his blood. She didn't care. All that was on her mind was how to kill the two traitors. She knew she could kill one easily. The other was a different story. She knew, she had found out, that his life was tied to the two Silmarilli on his crown. When he had stolen the jewels, he had bound himself to them and was never without his crown. She knew that for him and all his evil to die, the jewels had to be destroyed. The only thing that stopped her from doing just that was that she didn't know how to destroy those jewels. She knew that some things of magic could only be unmade by the magic or force that made them. The Ring was the prime example in her book.

"Oh, my Love. I am so sorry. This never should have happened. If only I had been able to figure out what I know now a lot sooner, I would have been able to save you. I should have been able to save you. That's why I came to Mordor. I came to save you. And it only resulted in you dying anyway. You died and Lithwen betrayed us. Now it's only a matter of time before Morgoth figures out how to break my shields. When that happens, there will be no stopping him. Everyone will die and I will have failed." A tear fell and landed on his forehead. She felt Kemen and Naur next to her. Alu and Vilya were out checking on the safety of the rest of Middle Earth.

"Feywen," she looked up and saw her long dead brother.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. "You're dead."

"And you're asleep. This," he pointed at Glorfindel's dead body, "isn't real. You passed out once Morgoth was done whipping you for trying to escape. The black magic in the whip, once you were unconscious, began to attack your mind. I've been trying for days to get in to talk to you. But the black magic blocked me until your friends were able to weaken the magic enough to allow me in. It happened, actually, once you saw Glorfindel die. But once I got in, I was in the clearing. When you didn't show, I looked for you and I was brought here. I was worried when I saw all the blood."

"So, Glorfindel is still alive? He didn't come here for me?"

"He wants to. He doesn't know what you see in your visions. It is time to wake up, Feywen. Only you can purge the black magic from your blood. Once you do that, then you can find a way to succeed. Wake up. Wake up."

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