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Chapter 22 (Present) – Failed King part 3
As Aragorn watched thorough the circle of light and dark, he recognized where he was heading. Just when he thought things could not get worse, this happens? Why? Why did it come to this?
"Because you are weak," a far too familiar voice said beside him. Elessar didn't even bother to look. He could not take looking at this man anymore.
"This might have been avoided, had you not rebelled against me. Then I wouldn't need to teach you the cold and hard lesson of obedience."
"Why do you do this? You already have control of my body. What more do you want?" his voice was dry and low.
"Why you ask?" the man stepped before him, a look of 'do you really not know?' plastered on his face.
A moment later, the shadows that held him tight, lowered him so his face was inches away from the figures. Isildur leaned in closer and whispered in the King's ear: "Because I am going to break your mind, little King." At those words, the shadows moved back.
A look of pleasure was on his face as he looked at the horror in his heir's eyes. He loved that expression. It always made him smile as he watched more of the white void break down around them.
"I must congratulate you," Isildur said and looked above him at the crumbling whiteness. "I hadn't expected your mind to be this strong. But everyone has to break," he turned his gaze at the former Ranger.
His eyes were blank, as he shook in his restrains. In the circle, he could see the door to his bed chambers. Where Arwen was waiting for him. But it would not be him… She would never know…In the next few seconds, the door was opened and he walked thought. Strider couldn't keep himself to watch, so he closed his eyes and dug his nails in his palm.
"Come now, you will miss it," Isildur smirked.
"Elessar," Arwen smiled when she saw her husband enter the room. "You are back," she moved towards him as they embraced. "I thought it would take longer," the Elf looked at him.
"It was simply a report of men from the South being sighted. We will be sending a group of Rangers to check it out," the 'King' explained and kissed his wife.
"Was that all? And you were in such a rush," she laughed when they broke apart.
She turned to go to the closet, but couldn't leave as Aragorn had a hold on her wrist. She looked up at him, surprise on her face.
"Elessar, I need to change," she spoke, slight fear in her eyes. When he didn't release her, she started taking quick breaths. She looked him in the eyes, and found something there she has never seen.
She tried to pull out of his grip, but that only made her wince at the pain when he tightened his hold. A moment later, his other hand grabbed her other wrist as he smirked.
"No! Don't you dare!" Strider found his voice and strength when he saw what was happening.
"You don't have to worry. I despise Elves, so I won't try anything. But that does not mean I can't hurt her."
Now that he had a hold of her, he twisted her arms behind her back and moved closer so their noes could touch.
She cried out in pain as her arms were held in that position. "E-Elessar," she whispered, eyes closed. But the male smirked and whispered: "Not anymore, She-elf." She looked in horror and a few moments later, he let her go, only to punch her in the stomach.
The air was knocked out of her as she fell to her knees, coughing and gasping for oxygen. This could not be happening. It was some sort of bad dream.
The man sat on his heels and looked at the Elven woman. Tilting his head he asked: "Is this all the Evenstar is? I had higher hopes for the daughter of that swain Elrond."
She glared at him, before raising her hand and slapping him so hard his face turned to the right as he blinked a few times from shock.
"How dare you speak such of my father with Elessar's voice," there was anger and hatred in her eyes as she narrowed her eyes.
Licking his lips, the King laughed and stood up before looking down on her. "How sad you are an Elf. I love a woman with a little fire," with that said, he kicked her in the side and sent her sliding on the ground.
"But know your place, little Queen," he frowned and grabbed her by her hair. "I hope this teaches you a bit of obedience and respect from now on, little Queen," he whispered and released his grip. "Now clean yourself up."
"Arwen!" his voice echoed through the null as he pulled on his restrains. It was his entire fault. His weakness cause all this. She hurt because of him. She would never forgive him. He knew he wouldn't.
"The more you struggle, the tighter they will grip. You'd do best to be still," Isildur glanced at him as the shadows pulled on his limbs.
"I would ask how did it feel, but I already know the answer. There will be a meeting soon and we wouldn't want to miss that would we?" he laughed as the circle showed he was moving once more.
"Arwen! What happened to her?" the King demanded.
"I called for two servants and told them she fell. I doubt she would tell anyone or that anyone would believe her."
"She's alive," he managed to smile and released a breath of relief.
The predecessor besides him snorted. This was going to be harder than he thought. But the more he hoped, the more it would hurt when it all came crashing down.
The meeting was the beginning of the end. Isildur, through Aragon, disbanded the council and told everyone that only he will have the authority in Gondor. Anyone that dares to question him or disobey him will be sentenced to death.
He demanded absolute respect and order. Every love anyone ever felt for the King was gone and replaced with fear and hatred.
Who could blame them? They now had a monster for a King, one who was ruthless and sadistic. All ties to other Kingdoms were severed. There was no hope in the White City.
And Aragorn was forced to watch it all. Forced to see his people suffer under this tyrant and madman. But in the end, Elessar knew he only had himself to blame. He should never have tried to fight his lineage and legacy. Then it wouldn't have come to this. And blamed he was, as no one knew that Isildur had taken over his body.
And Arwen, oh his wife. She was forced into silence to avoid seeing as crazy. And she would be beaten if she ever spoke out of line. She knew it was not Aragorn who was doing this, yet could do nothing to end it.
Now, after two months, Strider's mind was almost completely shattered. As his dull eyes were forced to watch through the circle, he had lost any hope for salvation. But the worst had come on the day he sentenced someone. Someone he knew would never betray him, but he believed when Isildur had told him that.
He saw through the light and darkness, the frightened face of the Steward as he was restrained by two guards.
"Fast and clean for him. He is still a nobleman," was the last thing said, before Faramir was taken to the execution grounds and beheaded.
And with his death, another part in the whiteness crumbled. There was so little of it left, and Isildur was set on destroying it all.
"Not much longer now, little King," he said and watched as they dragged away the headless body.
"You see? Now we are no different. In fact, I do believe you are worse than me. After this I shall let you take back the control of your body, only to see you break from everything you have done. The great King Elessar of Gondor. The most ruthless and feared King to ever walk Middle-Earth. You should be proud of yourself, you made history," Isildur laughed.
"In fact, I think we have one more precious person we can kill. Don't you think so, my Lord?" and at that, the face of Arwen was showed.
"No… please… don't…" he didn't care how pitiful he sounded. He didn't care if he was laughed at. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing, except Arwen. She was the only thing that still kept him sane, and the predecessor knew that.
"I will make sure to kill her personally. And release you, just when her last breath will be breathed," and he vanished, leaving a weeping man to wait for the end.
He truly has become him. His worst fears had all come to pass.
Almost done :X One more part (sort of) ^^'