Chapter 7
With a scream of rage, Ziya ran forwards, ignoring the Orcs who yelled at her to stay put. She leapt from her horses back and knocked Aragorn down, blade pressed against his throat.
"You killed him. And for that you will die." The blade made a small cut on Aragorns throat and the blood drizzled down the blade. She growled at him.
"Why should you care?" She growled and leaned down to whisper in Aragorns ear.
"Because I loved him." Before her blade could cut deeper into his flesh she felt a rumble through the ground. Sauron screamed and Ziya looks towards Mordor. The volcano was erupting and Suarons eye was going mad. The ring had been destroyed. The Nazgul barely got away before Mordor fell apart and the tower fell. The eye imploded and sent the tower scattering everywhere. Ziya turned back to Aragorn, only to be ripped away by a man behind him.
She felt the warm tears as the helmet of the Witch-king fell into a dark abbyss.
Ten years later
Ziya marked another day in her small notebook. Ten years, four months, two weeks and three days had gone by since she had learned of her Witch-kings death. She sat once more in the corner of her room, the bright white depressing her further. Why did Aragorn have to kill him? She saw what had once been good in him and that bound her to Mordor. But now that bond was gone. She had spent every day since then alone, hoping that she would die from not drinking. But that day she slipped up. She had taken the goblet and put it up to her dry, cracked lips. She drank deep and felt her color return, her hair returning to it's wavy nutrient enriched black color.
And as she drank she thought to the last time she had ever tasted blood. How she wished she could have killed Aragorn that day. Gandalf, Frodo and most of the elves were long gone by now. Even after offering her passage aboard their ships. There was a time when she would have died to go there. But now she could barely stand to look at Arwen when she brought her something to drink.
She hid in the darkest corner of her room and heard a knock at the door. "Go away." She whimpered. Instead the door opened and Aragorn walked in.
"Ziya. You know that the Witch-king had to pay for his crimes. And-"
"Then why did I not have to as well! I was one of the Nazgul!" She shouted. "I care not any more! Why don't you? Just! Kill me!" A tear ran down her cheek.
"Because, my Ziya. I would not allow that." That voice. It was familiar to her. She backed up farther as she ran over the days. Ten years, four months, two weeks and three days had passed. For that long he had been held prisoner to Gondor. Anger flared before she stood and threw herself forwards and into his awaiting arms. Her Witch-king was alive and well. He smiled down at her and she looked up at him. He looked exactly as she remembered him. For a while they stood like that until Aragorn cleared his throat.
A blush reched Ziyas cheeks before she looked at the Witch-king once more. "I thought you were dead." A slight smile reached his features.
"No. Thankfully they only found the need to throw me into a prison cell. Aragorn was going to kill me when he returned from the battle at Mordor. But what you told him made him change his mind." She smiled again and looked to Aragorn.
"Thank you for bringing him back to me." She smiled.
"I could not see a freind suffer such as you did."
"Ziya." She looked up and into the eyes she knew so well. "I hear you haven't been drinking. And that will not do at all."
She smiled. "Well. I guess I was just upset." He smiled before leaning down and kissing her once more.
"Well then let us go and get you something, Shall we?" She smiled and took his hand, following Aragorn as he led them to the dining hall in time for dinner. Ziya ate and drank her fill, the smile never leaving her face. After eating she excused herself and went to her room. Shortly thereafter there was a knock at the door and she smiled.
"Come in." The door opened and the Witch-king walked in, a smile upon his lips. For the first time in over ten years she felt complete. She smiled as she turned her head to look at him. And there she fell asleep, finally back in the arms of her Witch-king.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
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Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms he swears she'll be.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
Nightwish-Over the Hills and Far Away
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading A Dark Heart Still Feels. I may have an occasional One-Shot to show how they progress through the next few ages of men. So please keep an eye out for those. I do not claim to own anything but Freesoul and Ziya. ~ Kitteh 01
~~P.S. Sorry for it being so short. Hope you like it anyways. Oh! And I realized how much Ziya's 'regeneration' sounded like Bella turning into a vamp in Twilight. I swear that was unintentional! I don't even really like Twilight... ~ Kitteh 01~~