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Ivoriel's POV

I broke through consciousness, upon hearing the roar of rushing water. The powerful fall of water would prove to be stronger than the walls themselves. I observed my surroundings. The room I was in appeared to be in a cell. But it was one I had never seen. I could guess where I was but I may be wrong. The only waterfall I knew in Mirkwood was the underground one near the dungeons. But I never knew this room existed. I hoped it was not forgotten.

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A patrol of guards lead by Gwaenor were ordered to scour the forest. Spider nests were searched and destroyed as they went. But they found no sign of anyone or more importantly of Ivoriel. All the servants and guards in the fortress were to keep a watchful eye on all. No one noticed but Galion how distraught the king was. To add to Thranduil's worry, Legolas had left to chase after that lowly captain. His thoughts drifted from Ivoriel momentarily.

'It is as if the Valar have blessed me with Legolas' mother once more. When Ivoriel gazes at me, I could swear it was her. Perhaps it is a reincarnation of her? I had sent a letter to the lady of light. That was no help at all. Her only response was what my heart tells me, happiness will soon follow. What utter nonsense.' He thought gravely. He has not known happiness for a long time. He knew Legolas was not at all happy with how he felt and he feared it was pushing him away…

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Moriel happily did her chores with a spring in her step. She knew it was risky to let her emotions be too clear. She was too happy, it would appear to be suspicious. But it could not be helped. She was almost finished scrubbing the floor and soon she will pay a little visit to her prisoner.

…back to Ivoriel…

The thought of jumping into the waterfall had not escaped me but that would be suicidal. I had no clue what was at the end. Sharp rocks were a high possibility and not a risk I was desperate enough to take.

My head and body still ached. I must have been here for at least a few days. No more than week at least. Moriel hasn't come back yet. I was hungry and tired. I was far too frightened to fall to sleep.

The cell had a certain type of beauty to it yet it was filthy at the same time. Moss grew almost everywhere and a few little whitecaps. Water leaked from the ceiling and dropped into small puddles that looked to be there for a long time, as the grim had stained the floor around it. I lay near one, too weak to do otherwise. My hair had become dirty and stained with blood. My dress now ruined, there were rips and mud on the white fabric.

My ears pricked at the sound of movement and as it came closer I realised it was footsteps. I quickly closed my eyes and carefully controlled my breathing. Something was thrown down near me. A bag? But I refused to open my eyes. I continued to pretend I was asleep. Moriel's presence was like a terrifying weight on me, then she left and it was suddenly gone. I peered through my lashes to see no one was there anymore. It was indeed a bag. A bag of food and a blanket. I pushed the food away and brought the moth eat blanket towards me. I felt a wetness on my cheek and realised I had begun to cry. There was no way out of this cell. The door was a little rusted but even I could not break it. Mirkwood was known for their imperishable dungeons. It was entirely pointless. But that won't stop me from trying.

I achingly stood up and threw myself at it. It didn't budge. Not an inch, it didn't even move!

"Ow! Ow!" I said aloud. I fell to the floor. The moss was soft and made my landing easier. I crawled over to the blanket and pulled it over me for comfort.

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I had been in this forsaken cell for so long, over two weeks at least. I barely slept in fear of Moriel, I had to find a way out of here. Moriel never actually came in here, she only stood outside the door and watched with sick pleasure. So that option was out. There wasn't really another way out beside the waterfall. Which got the more tempting as each day passed.

I crawled over to the waterfall and put my hand in it, only to pull it back instantly. It almost pulled me down with it. I very carefully got a handful of it and drank it. Then got another and washed my face a little and cleaned myself up as best I could. Though I knew it was a hopeless case.

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Gwaenor felt terrible. There he was basking in Estennil's company the night Ivoriel gets kidnapped. Though he had a fair idea of who. Moriel. He could not make an accusation against her without any proper proof. But perhaps the king would listen. Unlikely Gwaenor thought. But it was worth a try…

…another day later…

I have had enough! Of everything. I was so sick of being here. Sick of Moriel's twisted game. I stood from my spot on the blanket and marched towards the waterfall. My torn dress tickled me slightly.

Whatever awaits me, I shall embrace it whether it be death or a friend. I cried softly and made a run towards the water and jumped to what may be my demise…

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