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She threw off the black tendril that had attached itself to her. They had been at this for the past two days. Her birthday was approaching, but she wasn't concerned about that. For the past two days, Morogth had been trying to start a ritual that would make her a full Elf by taking away her mother's blood from her. That was the only tie she had to her family. "No, I will always be Gilraen's daughter and Aragorn's sister. I'll just be an Elf and not an Elandili. But I am proud to be this way." She threw out a vine of water, snapping another tendril that was aimed for her. She breathed deeply and called on the fire within her, her core. She used it to create a shield around herself and to attack Morgoth. He had his own shield of black magic around him. He was trying vainly to lasso her with the tendrils. Anil watched from beside him, holding a bowl of some sort. Feywen knew that it had to be for the blood that would be taken from her. He wanted to collect it to see if he could figure out how to break her shields.

Thinking of her shields made her worry. Yes she had used Elf magic, but they were tied to her very essence and her essence was half-Man. If Morgoth took the blood from her, she was afraid that the shields would fail under his onslaught. She wasn't sure if she was ready to let that happen just yet. She would rather be dead than let Morgoth destroy the people she cared deeply for.

She was thrown backwards, breaking her concentration. She had let herself get slightly distracted and now had a tendril on her ankle. She burnt it away before it could get a firm hold of her. She stood and threw all four elements at him. He was knocked back against the wall so hard that he was knocked unconscious, breaking the spell and ending the fight. Anil placed the bowl back on the pedestal and called for help to take Morgoth from the room. Feywen watched until the door was locked behind them. She looked at her wrists and the shackles that were still on them. The chains had been broken the first day. She fought back and one of his attacks had broken them. She sighed and sat against one of the pillars and closed her eyes. She needed her rest if she were to fight him.

She leaned against the tree and smiled. It was a peaceful and sunny day. She was away from Morgoth and his dark castle for the time being. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. The clearing was full of light and she had to shield her eyes to be able to look at the sky. She frowned when she saw the color. It was red. She knew that wasn't right. It shouldn't be red. Not in this place. It couldn't be her mind, could it?

"Feywen!" She turned and saw her brother, Aragorn running towards her.

"Aragorn, what is going on? Why is the sky red?"

"The dead are preparing for war."

"Preparing for war? That can't be. Morgoth is not free."

"The Valar believe that he will be soon."

"That's not going to happen while I still breathe!" Feywen jumped to her feet in anger. "I am fighting him! He has chosen me to marry! He is trying to take our mother's blood from me!"

"And he is going to succeed if you don't wake up. Now! Wake up!"

Feywen's eyes snapped open with a burst of fire from her small frame. She could feel the pain in her ankle. She grabbed the tendril in her hand and snapped it, severing the link. She drew her sword and cut the rest. She looked and saw Morgoth smiling smugly.

"Bastard!" She screamed at him. She looked at the bowl and saw that it was half full. She saw the jewel in his crown. This was going to be her only chance. She had to try now. She took a step and then collapsed. She looked at her legs. She wasn't bound. But she felt weak. The grin on his face widened. She realized what he had done and twisted the best she could. A black tendril was attached to her back where she could not reach it. She tried using her fire to burn it, but she was the one burned as the tendril created its own shield to block her attack. More tendrils spidered from it and attached to her. She screamed in pain. The bowl filled faster.

"This would have been less painful had you willingly given up what makes you an Elandili." He told her calmly. But she couldn't answer. She arched as pain spread throughout her body. She screamed again. The earth shook violently beneath them. Tears streamed down her face.

He looked up as the earth shook violently. In the distance, he thought he could hear a piercing scream. "No!" He screamed silently as he looked toward the dark cloud to the east. The sky became dark, as it had when Sauron lived and sought to dominate life. "Feywen!" The Elves around him looked to the east. They knew her. They watched in awe as the shield she had placed became frosty and the elements acted with a life of their own. The warriors grabbed their weapons, waiting to see if the shield would break. It didn't, but neither did it clear. It was as if the shield was protecting them from the raging forces outside their protective bubble.

Outside the shields, fire ravaged the land. The waters rose from the beds and drowned it. The earth beneath the shields rose and lifted the havens above the floods that came. The winds brought storms that lit the sky. In the sky, Eärendil vanished from sight. When the shields and skies became clear once again, the Elves feared the worst, knowing what it possibly meant. There was one Elf who had born in the Mariner's light. She had been the last one as no other had been conceived or born on that night. Three days later, the fires died down and the waters returned to their beds. The earth placed the havens back where they belonged. The wind died down and the storms dissipated and the earth replaced the vegetation that had been destroyed. The animals came down from the mountains. For those in the havens, they couldn't forget the scream that had cut through their very cores. Many knew that it had been Feywen and feared for her. In Rivendell, Glorfindel hid himself away from everyone, including Aragorn.

She hissed in pain as Galadra washed her back. It had been three days since the ritual had started and it was finally complete. Her back was covered with sores from the tendrils that has sucked her mother's blood from her body. She was weak but stronger at the same time. She knew that it was her Elf blood taking complete control of her body. She didn't know if she liked it. She had lived her entire life as an Elandili. Now she was no longer a half-breed. She was a pure Elf, and the perfect bride for Morgoth. A tear fell and landed on the bowl of water next to her face. Galadra noticed.

"My Lady, please do not give up hope. Please, don't lose hope. You can still fight him. You can get closer to him now. You are stronger than you were before."

"Thank you, Galadra. But he has stolen half of me. My mortal blood, my mother's blood, was a main part of me. It made me who I am. It connected me to the mortal world. Now, I feel like I have lost my brother's family."

"You have not lost them, Lady Feywen. They are going to find you and rescue you from here. You just have to have hope."

"I'm not sure anymore, Galadra." A knock on the door stopped their conversation. It opened and Anil walked into the bedroom. Galadra bowed her head and placed bandages on the sores so they could heal better. Anil dismissed her and Feywen sat up on her own, gently pulling on a robe and closing it. "What do you want?"

"His Majesty wanted me to check on how you were doing."

"As you can see, I'm fine. Now, would you just leave me alone. I would like to rest before he comes up with anymore plans." Feywen said with disgust. She knew exactly what the next plan was. She was now ready for him to marry. It completely disgusted her.

"Tomorrow, you need to be awake early. You'll be married at Noon." Feywen huffed as the other woman left.

She scowled as she looked in the mirror that had been provided for her. The dress she had been provided with was full black. The neckline was low, but high enough that she was still covered. The sleeves split at the elbows and a split went down her leg from her knee. She sighed and ran the comb through her hair. She had sent Galadra away for the day, preferring to have some control of her last day of captive freedom. She hated everything about her life in Mordor. Now it was only going to get worse the moment she was married to Morgoth. What sickened her the most was that she would have no choice in helping Morgoth escape. As long as Morgoth invoked the Valar in the ceremony, the marriage would be legitimate and binding and he would be free.

She let the tears fall as Ether entered the room. It was time to go. She nodded and followed him. They walked down the hall to the same room she been in the past three days. Morgoth and Anil were waiting. Feywen joined him in the middle of the room and a fire was lit around them. There was no going back. She barely paid attention to the words Morgoth was saying. She heard him invoke the Valar and asked his oath. She repeated his words, again invoking the Valar, and making her marriage oath. She let the tears fall freely as she felt the bonds on Morgoth shatter and his power grow. He placed a crown on her head. She could feel a jewel resting on her forehead. She realized what it was when she saw his crown again. It was a Silmaril and now her life was tied to it just as Morgoth's was tied to his. It was over.

"Why are you just sitting here, Glorfindel? Go after your wife and save her."

"I can't, Gandalf. If I do, we will be destroyed."

"She did not tell you that. Don't you see? She is giving you the chance to attack now while he is distracted."

"Gandalf,"

"Glorfindel, look at me." Glorfindel looked at the white wizard. He had found him in Rivendell when he had returned without Feywen. "In order to be free, forever, Morgoth must wed a full blooded Elf. That was that tremor everyone felt. He stripped her blood of anything that would leave her an Elandili. But now that she is full Elf, she is more powerful. She was born in Eärendil's Light. If Morgoth places a poisoned Silmaril on her, she will slowly turn into a Dark Elf and do his bidding. But, even then, there is still a chance. For Morgoth to be destroyed, the two poisoned Silmarilli must be destroyed. She will only have access to them if she is close to Morgoth. That is why she had to give up the one she loved most. She couldn't be concerned with your safety while having to also become close to the Enemy! But if you do not lead her army against his, she will think you will not fight for her. She is counting on you to disobey her! She wants you to chase after her and save her! Give her a chance to defeat Morgoth once and for all! If you don't, she will turn and we will all be lost."

"What do you know of our love?" Glorfindel yelled and jumped to his feet. "Her grandparents died because they did not pay the price!"

"Feywen has paid the price! She has given you up! That doesn't mean you have to give her up! Fight for her, Glorfindel! Fight for the woman you love! If you don't, she will see that you never loved her at all!" The wizard walked out the door, leaving Glorfindel alone with his anger in the house he once shared with Feywen.

"He is right, Glorfindel." Kemen said after some time had passed and the Elf lord had sat down again. "We need to fight for her."

"But,"

"Glorfindel," Kemen interrupted, "we were there when the Valar spoke to her, before she left. She was told that no army could not be gathered at her command. Nothing was said about an army being gathered at yours."

"It is time that we fight." Naur broke in from the fireplace. Glorfindel looked at the weapons he had hung. Feywen's weapons. He stood and took Nardin from the wall. It had been forty-five years since Gandalf had brought the King of Gondor to Imladris once again.

"It is time to place the king and save my beloved." He declared and hurried out of the house.

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