And for the next installment of Falling into Darkness. Enjoy!

remember, bold-italic font is elvish

"It's your fault, you know."

"Pardon?"

"This is your fault."

"What is?"

"Glorfindel's suffering."

"I am not the one who left him holding my things while I walked into the hands of our enemy."

"No, that was me. But you didn't help us either. You could have gotten me out, safely, and back to him. Only, you didn't. Instead, you thought you can make me jealous by trying to get into Morgoth's bed. Only, instead of bedding him, you become his slave and he lets his men have you. How many times have you lost a baby, Lithwen?"

"Don't go blaming this on me!" Lithwen yelled, turning to the woman sitting on the bed. It had been a little over month since she had been freed from the dungeons and her color was slowly returning. "You came here on your own!" Feywen remained calm.

"I may have come on my own two legs and was not bound in anyway, but it was not of my free will. If I could have, I would have returned to Rivendell with Glorfindel. And from there, we would have gone home, to Valinor where I never would have to again left a blade against a foe." Lithwen could hear the fire in her voice.

"Her attitude is returning with her coloring." Lithwen thought bitterly. "You will always be lifting a blade against a foe. The worst demons and foes are within us."

"And yours show all too clearly." A slap rang through the still air. Feywen looked at the other Elf and ignored the red mark forming on her cheek. "Raise your hand to me again, and you will live to regret it."

"And who's going to make me pay? Morgoth? He's too busy to do anything. And you're too weak. You are at my mercy, Feywen." Before she could blink, Lithwen was being held against the bed post. Feywen was holding her up while standing, no one was supporting her.

"I am not weak." She hissed. "I have more than enough strength to handle you, Lithwen. More than enough. It's your fault I was in the shit hole for the past twenty years. It's your fault that I am here alone. You are the one who betrayed us and came to Morgoth to serve him. That you did of your own free will. No one made you come here. When Glorfindel banished you from Rivendell, you could have taken a returning ship to Valinor. Instead, you come to Mordor to try to prove to Glorfindel that I am no good for him. News flash, Bitch, I know he deserves better than me. He didn't have to come after me after I left him with the Rangers to continue protecting the people of Middle Earth. But he did. He didn't have to try to stop the wedding between me and Legolas. But he did. And still, he came after me. I know that I will never deserve a man as good as him. But you, Lithwen, you do not deserve any man! What you got the twenty years I was in those dungeons is what you deserve! I would kill you now, but that is too easy a way out for you. I am at no one's mercy, Lithwen. And I am a hell of a lot stronger than you."

Feywen held the traitorous Elf a moment longer before throwing her to the floor. Lithwen whimpered in pain as she landed hard on her arm. A moment later, one of the guards rushed in from the sitting room. His eyes widened as he saw Lithwen on the ground and Feywen standing on her own. He hesitated when he saw the raging inferno in Feywen's eyes. It was a moment before he saw her eyes roll back. He rushed forward and caught her and placed her back onto the bed. He covered her and turned to Lithwen. He pointed to the door and followed her out.

"I didn't do anything." She hissed defensively.

"Don't use your honeyed word on us, Tramp. He heard every word that was said between you. We didn't know she had you by the throat until she tossed you to the floor."

"Though, I must say, you deserved it."

"Shut up!" Lithwen yelled. She didn't know their names. No one ever told her their names. Except for Alkima. She was the only one who told Lithwen her name.

She hummed to herself as she walked down the hall to her own room. She knew Morgoth had given Feywen her own suite in their section of the castle. She didn't mind it. She felt it was better that way, so they could keep a better eye on her. Though she hadn't tried to make any more escapes in the past month, there was no telling if she would gain the courage to try again. She knew Feywen. She knew it was only a matter of time before she regained her spirit. She could tell that she was coming back from whatever depression she had been in during the twenty years she had been in the dungeons. Light was again returning to the lands around Mordor. She knew that it would creep into Mordor itself if they let too much of her hope return.

She blinked as a shaft of sunlight entered through the window she was walking by. She turned away from the window and found herself in front of Feywen's door. She stared at it a moment before she heard a loud thud on the floor. She walked up to the door, sure she was going to find Feywen fighting her guards. "Shut up!" She frowned. That was Lithwen's voice. She knew that Morgoth had ordered her to tend to Feywen's returning health. She pushed open the door and looked at the three Elves before her.

"Lady Anil!" The two guards bowed. Lithwen hung her head. She was not allowed to look into the faces of those higher than her, except for Feywen. But once Feywen regained her health, she would have to look at her feet when around her.

"What is going on here?"

"Nothing, my Lady." Lithwen answered. The two guards shared a look. The one who had caught Feywen spoke.

"The slave here nearly got herself killed. Said something about Lady Feywen being at her mercy. Next thing we know, the slave is on the floor and Lady Feywen fainted."

"I see. Stay with them. Keep the slave from Feywen. I'll shall return later."

She opened her eyes and looked around, not missing the golden leaves above her. She knew where she was. She didn't think she would ever fall back into the sleep she was in now. She sighed and sat up, not wanting to look at anything. She had let Lithwen get to her. Something that shouldn't have happened. But the act had given her enough strength. In that single moment, she had had the strength to rise from the bed and throw Lithwen from her. She sighed and rested her forehead on her knees. She was still trapped in Mordor. No dream would be able to tell her differently.

"Feywen." She didn't look up. She couldn't face her. She was supposed to protect the people of Middle Earth in their absence. It was her fault that he had been unleashed onto the world. And now, she could barely fight him. "Feywen, look at me."

"Why should I? Tell me that." She felt her sit on the grass next to her. "I have failed. I am a prisoner of Morgoth. I only know that his life is tied to the Silmarilli in his crown. But I do not know how to destroy them. Nor do I have the strength to, in this moment."

"Feywen, look at me." A gentle hand slid beneath her chin and raised her face. She found herself looking into the deep blue eyes of the Lady Galadriel. She tried to hide her face again, but the Lady of the Golden Wood had a firm grip. "This is just a setback. You will find the way to destroy him. And you do have the strength to defeat him. You have all the strength you need. Do not lose hope, Feywen. Remember who you are. Remember who you fight for. Mithrandir is now in Imladris with your husband. Every day, more and more Elves cross the seas to return to fight. They answer your call. They answer the call of their champion. The time of the Elves may be over. But not all of them have to leave. Not all of them." Feywen blinked away the tears and Galadriel was gone. She let herself look at the trees.

"Hope." She whispered to herself and felt that she was not alone. She knew that she was not alone. She couldn't let herself lose faith that she could come out of this alive. "I will see him again. I will. I promise you, Glorfindel, if it kills me, I will see you again."

She jumped up with a start. That had never happened to her before. She wasn't sure it had actually happened. She had been with Feywen under the leaves of Lothlórien, her home. She had heard Feywen mention it once before, before she and Glorfindel had left to return to Middle Earth. She sat back against her head board. She had learned a great deal from the encounter between her and Feywen. She had learned what information Feywen needed. But she was worried. Feywen did not look well. She looked as if she had been in a dungeon for years and was possibly still there. She got out of bed quickly and hurried to the mirror she kept in her garden. She had to know. She stood before it and waited for the water to still. Once it had, she sent a quick prayer to the Valar and then looked at it. "Show me the past five centuries experienced by Feywen." She commanded. There was a moment and then scenes unfolded before her eyes.

She saw Feywen and Glorfindel standing upon the shores of the Gray Havens. Then she saw Feywen shielding the Shire before she was proving herself to the Rangers. Then witnessed as she was struck down by dark magic and her quick recovery. She understood, now, how Legolas and his father were able to force her into the marriage. She watched as Feywen shielded the Havens and Imladris and Lórien. She saw the exchange between her and Celeborn before being shown Gondor and the young king Aragorn. That's when Legolas entered their lives again. Feywen went with him to Mirkwood to place a shield. That's when she was forced into the marriage that Glorfindel tried to stop. Then Erebor was shielded and attacked. Feywen and Legolas traveling alone and Glorfindel joining them and a fight breaking out between the two men. Feywen's joy at being reunited with her true husband. Then her dream came to pass and Feywen passed into darkness. Five hundred years flashed by. Feywen fight's Morgoth's control of the magic in her body. An Elf betrays them and goes to Mordor with plans of her own. Feywen attempts to escape. She is caught by a Balrog and returned to the dark castle. She is whipped and infected with black magic and tortured by it. She wakes to find herself in the dungeons. She tries escaping again and is punished. Twenty years pass and Feywen is kept in darkness. After twenty years of darkness, Feywen is given a suite. She is weak. The elf who betrayed them is a slave and is now tending to her. She taunts her. Feywen fights back and light begins to shine upon the land again. But the hope is faint and fragile.

"So," she whispered, "that is what she meant. He broke her temporarily. But she will come back from this. She needs to remember who she is and why she was chosen to do this. Remember, Feywen."

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Also, I have posted a new fic called The Daughter of Elrond. it's about what would happen if Frodo had not become the Ring Bearer