Beings with a heart and soul did not dwell in Mordor. Whoever dared make a deal with lord Sauron or his Nazgul was long lost and could not see the light of the afterlife. They were forgotten by the rest of the world already or they were pushed aside and what other consolation to search for if not sweet revenge. That was the most powerful reason darkness used to lure its individuals in.
"Daewen, it is time."
She exhaled slowly and turned to meet the cloaked figure of her master. He was alive, a rag of a human being that had no feelings in his eyes or words. He was a shell of the king he once was but he was happy with it. He was, after all, where he wanted to be.
Daewen followed the Witchking up the hill to a door that led straight into the vulcano. The heat hit her harshly but she didn't show it. There was a long bridge and at the end was the Dark Lord himself. He looked upon her as she approached. The Witchking remained at the entrance and watched in silence. Daewen stopped in front of a little wooden desk upon which was a sword: her sword. She reached for it but Sauron grabbed both her wrists and leaned in.
"There is no light in Mordor nor will there ever be. The world will bow to me and you will be there, by my side, won't you, Daewen?"
"Yes, lord Sauron." She said in a toneless voice.
"Will you really? Will you not leave when you will meet familiar faces? Will you not forget what brought you here in the first place?" He asked grasping her wrists.
"No, I won't run away."
Sauron raised an eyebrow as he inspected her thoroughly. Mistril, that was her given name. She was an elf of great quality, strong and smart but it all came from anger and sadness. He was sure that if Mistril ever met her past, the future would become hazy. He did not want to be disappointed so he did what was best for his interests.
Daewen's eyes widened in pain as she felt him burning her skin. It was worse than an usual burn so she was sure he was using dark magic.
"What are you doing to me?" She asked through gritted teeth. It hurt more and more as if her whole body was getting on fire. He did not answer and watched as she fell on her knees in pain. Once done, he grabbed her hands softer than before and helped her get up.
"Rise, Daewen, and do not fear me for I am the source of your life and death."
She breathed in and out trying to control her beating heart. On her wrists she noticed she had now two marks. Sauron pulled them together so that she could read them. The Shadow of Angmar was reborn that night in the dark fire.
Mistril opened her now green eyes and looked at the sky. It was getting dark and the forest was growing silent. She sighed and tried to forget the dream she just had. The past was haunting her and she knew it will always be so. So much anger, so much torture and it all resulted in her becoming a murderer.
After she heard Illion question her ability to love, she left and wandered into the forest of Lothlorien. She was quite far from the city, closer to the path she took several times before towards the Mines of Moria. Few dwarves lived in those tunnels but they didn't know what else was lurking in the shadows. That creature in whose hands laid the future of Middle earth...
She stopped thinking about it when she heard people walk nearby. From the sound of their footsteps on the ground she could figure their feet were big and their walk was the one of troops. The smell hit her hard and she jumped in the trees. A few minutes later a group of two orcs and a goblin came into view, with the meek one getting pushed around by the others.
"Where did you see them, ay? Where's the elf prince?"
"Stop asking stupid question, Yak. This little weasel's lost!"
The orc growled and grabbed the goblin by the back of his neck.
"Is that right?"
The goblin squirmed in his grasp but it was to no point. The orc threw him at the base of the tree she was in and then took out his knife.
"If ye don't speak then there's nothing we can do, ay? Rhud, we found dinner!" Yak said with a murderous glint in his eye. Both orcs licked their lips while the goblin cowered in fear.
Seeing how stupid were the two orcs, she jumped around them and landed behind Rhud. She cut his head with less to no noise. Yak was surprised when he turned to see his comrade dead.
"Well, well, ain't ye brave, filthy elf. Coming right to me to die." He said swinging his knife with one hand while with the other he grabbed what looked like a chain with a rock at the end of it. She had seen that before at dwarves and men but elves did not use such weapons.
"Why are you here? Isn't it a little too far from your hole?" She asked with no empathy for the cornered creature that was now free to roam around.
"Oh the she-elf has questions! What matters to ye?" He asked stepping closer to her. Seeing one of her wrists he started to grin, pissing Mistril off. "Ohoo, an elf marked with the dark language. There is only one we know of, one that some of us look up to even if it's considered legend. The Shadow of Angmar. The Murderer of Mordor. So many titles..." he said circling her slowly. "Imagine if an orc would get back to Mordor with the head of this so called crazy elf. I'd be made king. I'd-"
She threw her knife at him and it landed straight in the middle of his forehead silencing him immediately.
"You talk too much." She commented before she jumped from her spot. The goblin fell on his face but rose quickly and attacked her several times with what looked like a poorly made knife. Seeing how she was too fast, the goblin chose to simply try and run onto her and bite her. He almost succeeded but she pushed him off and threw him against a trunk.
"What did they want with you? Why did they brought you so close to Lothlorien?" She asked but he didn't answer. "Don't mess with me, filth. What are the orcs planning?"
The goblin laughed which made her frown. She grabbed his head and slowly started cutting alongside his face. He yelled in pain as blood dripped down.
"I saw the woodelves coming this way. Orcs caught me so...exchange of information." He said looking at the blade more than her eyes.
"What are they planning, I asked. Why are they going to Dol Guldur?"
"Fuck you and your kind," he regretted it as soon as it came out because she cut alongside his chin and up his other side of the face. He spat at her which made Mistril cut his right hand. It was so sudden that the goblin jolted.
"They-He- He's calling."
"Who is calling for them?"
He didn't answer right away so she cut his other hand too and broke his knee.
"It's him! The lord of darkness! He has returned." He dropped his head and started to snicker. "He'll call for you too. Your master."
Those were his last words before she cut his heart out. It was so swift and easy, so delightful in a way.
But those words stuck with her as she returned to Caras Galadhon. If they were gathering in Dol Guldur under his command then...She stopped and grabbed her head as she groaned loudly. How could he still be alive? That meant everything she experienced, all her memories coming back and all her dreams were actually his fault. She glanced at her wrists and saw the marks clearer than ever. They were mocking her, reminding her again and again that she gave her life to the wrong cause.
"Why did they have to take me...why did they not just kill me?" She muttered to herself. She didn't expect to weep but she did; tears started to run down her face as if she had never cried before.
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