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"What can you tell me, Alu?"

"Glorfindel is in Gondor with Gandalf and the King. His name is Aragorn. His father bade Gandalf to take Aragorn to Rivendell to spare him from the powers that would use him for their own gains. He has now returned and is king by trial."

"Do the shields still stand?"

"They do."

"And?"

"And when Gilraen's blood was taken from you, the shields became stronger. During the ritual, we were out of control. The shields saved the people while the land was ravaged and repaired."

"So, they are safe? The people of Middle Earth are safe?"

"Yes, Feywen, they are safe. But some won't be for long."

"What are you talking about?"

"Aragorn called a council, much as Elrond had done during the last war. He called Rohan, Rivendell, Lórien, Erebor, and Mirkwood to Gondor and declared that he will march upon the Black Gate. The Five Kingdoms have pledged to stand with him in the effort. They gather even now. In a month, they will be before the gate." Feywen said nothing and looked out her window to the west. She shared a suit with Morgoth now that she was his wife. It sickened her, but at least she had her own bed. Now that he had his full power back, he was making plans to crush Middle Earth, starting with Gondor. From there, he would systematically crush the rest of Middle Earth. A few days ago, he had told her she had to choose a side. Now that she was his wife, she was in the middle. She had to choose those she protected or power. It wasn't much of a choice as her mind had already been made up and he knew it. But it was also a warning. None of the people she loved would survive if she sided against him. But she knew that siding with him would make the deaths he caused to be in vain. If she sided with him, it would mean her sacrifice and those of the Mirkwood Elves would be in vain.

"Tell me, did Legolas and his father survive the attack Morgoth had waiting?"

"Legolas did. But not Thranduil. He took the wound meant for his son. According to Legolas, he died instantly."

"He has my sympathies. How does Glorfindel look?"

"Like he did when you left him. Determined. He isn't the Elf Lord who has hidden his true power. He is the warrior who slayed a Balrog."

"Can he do it again?"

"If it means rescuing you, he would kill Morgoth himself. A few Balrogs won't be able to stop him. Gandalf has promised to fight as well."

"One Wizard against a fallen god and all his minions? There is no way. They must know that even with all their forces, they cannot win."

"It is not their plan to win. It is their plan to give you a chance to defeat your enemy."

Feywen fell into thought again. It was sounding all too familiar to her. "Legolas, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Gandalf. Six out of the nine accounted for. Frodo and Sam had gone to Mordor. No one knew about me. Who is the Dwarf King?"

"A Dwarf by the name of Gimli."

"Gimli. That makes seven Fellowship members. Five of those share the names of the original, but no doubt have their spirit. Then Rohan and Lórien are fighting with Rivendell. Celeborn, Elladan, and Elrohir. Can they truly pull it off? Without them realizing it, they are creating the same battle that happened against Sauron. All members of the Fellowship that did not go to Mordor fought at the Gate. The same is to happen now. Which puts me in the same place I was in then, except I do not have Frodo and Sam with me and I am already at my destination."

"And just like then," Vilya whispered, having returned from her scouting, "you know what you have to destroy and how to destroy it." Sadness filled Feywen's heart. She had to destroy the Silmarilli, including hers. But that also meant that she would die. Without her mother's blood, she was not whole. That was the reason Morogth had placed the jewel on her in the first place. He knew that she would die soon without some source to provide her with the strength and life that her Mortal blood had given her. She knew she would have to do it. She had no other choice. She only wondered if she would be able to see the man she truly loved, that no one could take from her. He would be fighting, yes. But there was no guarantee that he would find her before she was forced to destroy her life source as well.

She stood and paced to her closet, her black dress sweeping across the floor. She was tired of sitting in doors. Now that she was queen, she was free to go wherever she wished to, within reason. She changed and grabbed the sword she had been given just a couple of years ago. She held her breath as her fingers touched the hilt, expecting the gold to return to its black color. It didn't change. She breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she was married to evil, it had yet to corrupt her. She placed the sword on her bed and changed her clothes. When she was ready, she grabbed the sword and stepped out of her room. Ether fell into step behind her as she exited the suite. Morgoth's door was closed, meaning that he was elsewhere in the castle. She guessed that he was with the palantír, trying to watch the movements of his enemies. He would only see fog now. She had hidden them from his sight. They were trying to help her. It would be a poor show of gratitude if she didn't do the same for them.

He growled as his only sight of his enemies was fog and he could not hear their words. Anil looked up from her book, a bored expression on her face. She couldn't understand his obsession with his wife's first husband. It wasn't like he was able to destroy him. He had solved that problem when he had married the Lady Celebrant.

"It's probably her trying to help them. She has chosen which side she has chosen to support." She said in a bored voice, returning to her book.

"I don't understand why. Any other would have stripped her Mortal blood from her without ensuring that she would live after it. I have given her life. I have given her a home. And I have given her a chance at having a family. With me, the curse is invalid. With me, she can have the family she wants. But still, she longs for the man who was able to destroy one of my finest creations. The creature that will ensure that she is safe while in these lands."

"I have no answer to that, my Lord. But it seems that she has a misplaced loyalty for her first love. Wouldn't you agree?"

"That I would." He turned from the palantír and looked out the window that overlooked the training fields. He could see his wife sparring with her guard, Ether. Now that she was a full Elf, he was hard-pressed to win. He could see the change in her. It was an unspoken command that any Dark Elf that cannot hold their own against their opponent more than once, they were to die by their opponent's hand. He knew that Ether had lost to her a few times since she had recovered from the ritual. A fact not missed by his companions. "Anil, go down to the training fields and watch my wife. I would like to know her development." Anil said nothing as she stood, marked her page, and left.

"Dead again, Ether. What is wrong? You usually put up more of a fight."

"It seems that you are getting your strength back, Majesty." He answered. Annoyance flickered across Feywen's face. She hated being reminded that she was married to Morgoth, her enemy.

"Again?" They saw the result in each other's eyes. They both knew that if he lost one more time, she would have to kill him if she was given the chance. He had lost too many times. It was odd to him that he she knew the command.

"Is it because she is now tied to him through their marriage." He looked at her sword. The hilt was still gold, but the blade seemed to be slightly darker and her jewel was slightly dimmer than it had been the day before. He stood and accepted his sword from her. He took a breath and watched her. He was glad that they had agreed to use only blade. If she was to fight using magic, it was to be against a Balrog and not one of the soldiers.

Another minute longer and then Feywen attacked, he sword coming from below instead of above. Ether was ready for it. He stepped back to dodge the upward swing and slashed across the middle. Feywen glided back to avoid it before stepping forward to swing again. He caught her blade against his and they struggled for control, pushing against each other with their blades. He was so focused on her blade that he nearly missed the foot coming up. He jumped back and her blade cut through the air, catching him on the arm. The cut was long, but thankfully shallow. He swung, coming from the bottom, purposely missing her, and came down on her head. She dodged the upward swing and block the downward blow with her blade, leaving both of their fronts exposed. Before he could react, she kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground. He blocked the blow she had aimed at his neck, jumping back to his feet at the same time. She grinned, glad that she wouldn't have to kill him while he was on the ground. The thought made him glad to. It meant he had a chance at winning and keeping his life. But it would take many wins before he would be able to lose without getting killed.

He tripped her. She skillfully flipped backwards, using her hand to propel herself towards him. He dodged the kick, catching her leg. She kicked his elbow with her free foot, breaking his arm. She dropped to the ground and stood, gracefully. He looked at her, trying not to let his fear show. As he looked at her, he went cold. He did not see the usual warmth in her eyes. They were cold, like Morgoth's. He gulped and hefted his sword and charged her. She blocked him and attacked his left side, which is the arm she had broken. He kept her away from it. He slipped on the dirt which was slick with blood from his cut. Her blade swept between his head and shoulders.

As she watched the head fall, life returned to her eyes and they widened in horror. She dropped the sword in her hand, noticing the darker tint to the blade. "Oh Valar, what have I done?"

"You killed your guard." Vilya was as surprised as Feywen.

"I know, that's not what's…oh Vilya, I enjoyed killing him. It's like his life meant nothing to me! I don't know what made me do it! It's like I was following some instinct! He had lost so many time, he didn't deserve to live anymore. What's happening to me!" Feywen ran from the field, horrified by what she had done. The Dark Elves let her go. She ran right past a stunned Anil. No one thought that she would kill again. Lithwen was because she had challenged her. This was just a sparring match. Feywen didn't have it in her to kill like she just had. Anil shuddered when she thought of the change she had seen in Feywen's eyes. When she had killed Ether, they had been cold and lacked emotion. When she had come back to herself, she was horrified. Her eyes were no longer cold.

"Is this Morgoth's magic? Is she becoming one of us now that she is married and bound to him?" Overhead, the sky became darker even though it was only noon.

Hehehehe, what could this possibly mean for Feywen? Thanks for reading. Looking forward to you reviews.