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She looked out the window a moment before looking at the door. Lithwen was in the other room. They all thought that she was asleep. They had left her alone for the past few weeks, ever since she had thrown Lithwen to the floor. Anil had gone in to check on her after the event and had found her sound enough to be left alone when she was asleep. She took a breath and closed her eyes. Before she had been locked in the dungeons, she had been powerful with her magic. She had been as powerful as her grandfather. She opened her eyes and stretched her hand out to the pitcher of water. She focused and willed the water to approach her. Nothing happened. After five minutes, she dropped her hand in defeat.

"I don't get it. Why can't I do even the simplest things?"

"You have to regain your strength, Feywen. You spent twenty years chained like an animal. You were not able to use the elements because you were bound like you were." Alu encouraged from the pitcher. "Just be patient. It will come back to you in time. Concentrate on healing your body first."

"Healing my body would be easy if my spirit wasn't so broken."

"Feywen?" But she didn't answer, only turned over and went to sleep. Vilya and Alu could feel that it wasn't deep and it wasn't healing. She was afraid to sleep. She had been since Morgoth had poisoned her mind. It had kept her complacent and mild. She didn't do anything rash. She no longer taunted the Dark Elves like she wanted to. They were worried. They worried that if she fell too deep into this depression, her shields would fall and Middle Earth would be his to control and she would be powerless to stop him. "What do we do, Alu?"

"I don't know Vilya. None of her ancestors had been broken in this manner. Her grandparents and her father died while fighting. They were never kept prisoner."

"What about her namesake, Feywen the Scribe. Celebrant's daughter. If we could find her spirit, she could," Vilya stopped at the look on her sister's face.

"Her spirit was lost when she passed. She chose a Mortal life, like Arwen had. Arwen most likely went to Mandos, maybe not. I cannot say for sure. But the elements bound to her were lost when she died. They did not impart their knowledge onto the rest of those alive, like where she would go when she finally passed. I have considered the possibility of going and bringing her to Feywen. If she is in Mandos, she will not be where we are known."

"But,"

"No, there is no one who can really help her. She must help herself."

She didn't look up from her book as he walked in. She was wondering when he would come to see her. It had been two months since she was moved to the suite from the dungeons. Before that, she had been in a tower, secluded away from the other inhabitants of the castle.

"How are you liking your new accommodations?"

"They are fine." She answered shortly. She still couldn't control the elements like she had been able to before. The fact was frustrating to her and she had no idea what to do about it. Hence the reason she was reading. She had been provided with a small library in her suite. It was close enough to her bed that she was able to walk to it from her bed without any help. But she couldn't do much else. She kept the title covered with her hand.

"Hmmm, Lithwen hasn't been taking good enough care of you. You coloring is still off. And you can't move far without help. I will replace her with another one who can take care of you."

"She will betray you."

"Who?"

"Lithwen. She will betray you just as she did her own people." She turned the page and Morgoth left, closing the door to her bedroom behind him. She closed the book and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to be able to move on her own. She rarely left her bed and that was because she was too weak to walk without leaning on something. She reached her hand out to the water pitcher and concentrated. She willed the water to leave the pitcher and to her hand. Only a drop rose and then fell back in. Feywen growled in frustration.

"I am Galadra, my Lady." The Elf said, keeping her head down.

"You do not have to have your head down around me, Galadra. I am a prisoner, same as you. It is my fault that you are trapped here. That all of you are trapped here." Feywen looked away. "None of you deserve to be here. If I had killed him sooner, we would all be at peace now."

"Lady Feywen, this is not your fault. No one blames you for what has happened. Everyone knows that you were ignorant of the curse he laid upon you and the fate Lord Celebrant bound to you before your birth. We all know that you walked into Mordor without a plan to achieve what you must. We do not blame you for what has happened to us. The Elves were trying to return to Lothlórien as Rivendell was becoming crowded. They took us in the night while we slept. No matter what you had done, this would have happened."

"But if I had been able to destroy him five centuries ago, Elves never would have returned to these shores and you never would have been forced into slavery."

"My Lady, we do not blame you. None of the slaves blame you. To be honest, many of us doubted you were here at all. Many believed that you had escaped your captor and in hiding. I doubted you had even made it Mordor. My husband and I believed that you had hidden in the forests, a hermit, alone, biding your time." Feywen continued to look out her window. The woman's forgiveness was needed, but it also hurt because she knew that she didn't deserve it. This was her fault. She was the only one to blame. "I volunteered to serve you when I saw that you were here. It broke my heart when I saw you dragged through the halls a couple of months ago. That's when all of us knew. The Dwarves don't say anything to us. But most of the Elves here do not speak in the Common Tongue, myself and my husband included. If we had, perhaps we would have known you were here sooner and helped you escape."

"It is good that you did not. If you had helped me to escape, you would have been killed, along with countless others." Feywen looked at her lap. Galadra furrowed her brows and moved to Feywen's back. She lifted the shirt and gasped. Feywen's tan back was covered in large gashes that oozed pus and blood. She could see the muscles and knew that this back had once been strong. She blinked away the tears, tears summoned by the realization that the woman before her was as broken as her back. She reached for the water pitcher and rag and began cleaning the back, calling to the guards as she did so.

"You are not alone, Lady Feywen."

He scowled darkly at the books on his shelf. He had gone through everyone multiple times, trying to find the spells he needed. But there was one that he refused to look at. 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 took a deep breath and opened it.

He flipped through the pages, recognizing everything on the first twenty pages. After another seventy pages, he stopped. "Stripping One's Blood. Two people are involved in this task. The one to be Stripped and the Stripper. Both are making sacrifices as the Stripped Blood becomes cursed and the Stripper is using the darkest magic possible. The spell below renders the Stripped powerless against this magic and does not have to be a willing participant. The process is painful and will slowly kill the Stripped while the Stripper gains power from the blood if there is power to be had." He continued flipping, marking the page with the spell he needed. He wanted her to live forever as his queen until he tired of this world. Then he would take her into the Underworld to rule with him over the dead as he planned to strike at the Blessed Realm, Mandos, after he conquered the land of the mortals.

He stopped again as he found what he was looking for. "To keep one from dying, an energy source must be provided. It can be a gem or jewel of any kind as long as there is a steady stream of energy from it to the bearer. Should this item be destroyed, the bearer will die." He grinned darkly and closed the book. He knew that it would be easier for her if she willingly went through with the ritual. But first, she had to heal.

She moved through the forms Glorfindel and her mother had taught her many years ago. She had no weapons, but that didn't stop her. Going through the motions did. She took a deep breath and threw out her arm, hoping for some reaction from the elements. Nothing happened, as it always did. It was no use. She just couldn't command the elements as she had before she had tried to escape. And it was not Morgoth's magic that blocked her. She had removed all traces of it from her blood over the past two years. All that remained of her whipping were the healing scars on her back that were only healing because Galadra would not take no for an answer. But she was still weak. She could not walk on her own and was sure that something had been damaged during the whipping. If that was the case, she would never be able to do what she had been chosen to do. She sighed and kicked through the air. She nearly fell over when her foot was caught at the heel.

She looked at saw a silver haired elf with bright-gray eyes. She jerked her foot from his hand. He was far taller than her by a great margin that she had to look up to look into his eyes. "Who are you?" She sneered. She wanted to be left alone. She had not asked any of the dead to join her.

"You should know me, Elf of Celebrant." He answered, crossing his arms. She mimicked the gesture.

"Well I don't know who you are. So you may as well leave."

"I will leave when I am good and ready to." She glared. "You look so much like her. And you have her temper." She ignored him and continued going through the forms. He kept stopping her. After the fifth time, she confronted him.

"Can't you just leave me alone?!"

"Not until you remember who you are."

"I am a failure! That's who I am! I went to Mordor to destroy the evil my grandparents left alive! It was my responsibility to destroy him! But he destroyed me! I cannot walk in the real world! I can't control the elements like I had been able to before! I can't even do it here! I failed everyone I love! The only reason I stay alive is because I know that to be free, Morgoth needs to wed a full blooded Elf and he has chosen me! If I fade, then he will choose another and he will be free! Can't you see? I am trapped! I can't even kill myself to end my suffering! So don't waste your breath on this crusade of yours!" She pulled her foot away again and stormed off into the trees. He scowled and followed her.

"I did not come here to watch you quit."

"Then leave."

"Do you want to know why you can't heal?" She stopped. "Inside each Elf is a core, who they are. In those of Celebrant's house, that core is a flame that can be used to fight and heal. But the flame goes out when the Elf gives up. And you have given up!"

"What can I do?! Morgoth has proven that he is stronger than me!"

"That devil is not stronger than a child of Celebrant!" He roared. "He was only able to break you because you let him! You let him see how much you love your husband and he used that against you! Steal your heart against his mind! Remember who you are!" Then he was gone.

Flashback:

"Why me, Glorfindel? Why?"

"I do not know, Fey. But I do know this. From this moment on, you cannot be Lady Feywen, Elandili. You must be Lady Feywen Celebrant, Mistress of the Elements, Champion of Middle Earth. Fey, the woman you were before your mother died, she could not have done what you did. You helped Frodo destroy the Ring. You destroyed the Ring, but stayed silent. Lady Feywen would never have been able to disobey her brother and a wizard and Lord Elrond to do what she felt she must. But Lady Celebrant would and she did. Lady Feywen Celebrant is the only one who can defeat this new threat." He picked up her pendant and placed it in her hands. She stared at it. "Your father would be proud of what you have already done. So would your grandparents. They would want you to have peace after what you have gone through. That is what Lady Feywen deserves and would go for. But Lady Feywen Celebrant would not back down from this challenge. She would face this evil head on. She would protect those she could even if she did not know how until the moment came."

End Flashback.

She sat up quickly, ignoring the twinge in her back. She knew who the man had been. That had been her grandfather. She should have recognized him from her dreams. But she hadn't and now she knew why. She had let herself be broken. She looked at the fireplace. She threw her hand out. A small fire ball flew from her fingertips and ignited the logs stacked there. She suddenly felt drained of energy. She smiled anyway. She would finally be able to heal.

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