Title: A change of heart 
Author: Ryan O'connor 
Rating: R. (One short sex scene) 
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A CHANGE OF HEART
PROLOGUE
The war of the ring had ended and much of middle earth was healing from the mass destruction it 
had endured during the great battles. The two lords Celeborn of Lorien and Thranduil of the great 
wood met under the boughs of Mirkwood to decide of the fate of their two lands. Celeborn’s wife, 
the lady Galadriel had already taken the great ship over to the Undying lands and now Lorien 
would need a new ruler. The time of the elves slowly coming to an end and the old kings would 
soon be joining their ancestors over the great sea. However, first the fate of the two lands had to 
be decided.
Many years ago, when the threat of Sauron’s forces was growing, Galadriel bore anther child. 
Because of the growing danger, they wanted to keep her identity a secret. So, in the dead of 
night, she was stolen away deep into the forest of Mirkwood. Thranduil swore to keep this elven 
child secret and safe in his vast wood. 
Now, it was time for her to return. The two kings had come to a decision about their lands. Elrond 
passed over his realm to his two sons and Lindon’s ruler; Círdan spawn would also success him. 
Celeborn would send for his daughter and the two realms of Thranduil and Celeborn would unite 
between their offspring. Celeborn’s daughter and Thranduil’s son would marry and between them 
make the new land called Eryn Lasgalen.
CHAPTER 1
All her life, She had been Rían Strongbow. 2, 951 years spent deep inside the forest of Mirkwood. 
She had been found and raised by Findecáno Strongbow one day while he was out hunting. His 
four sons and she were all the old elf had, so they did much of the hunting and helping out about 
the small hut. She was raised around men therefore learned very early to ride, fight, and shoot 
just as well as her brothers. She was not raised to believe she was Findecáno’s own child, 
however, ever since we can both remember, She called him father. Just because he was all she 
ever knew.
The troubles of Middle-Earth were of small concern to them for they were so deep inside the 
Great Wood that even some rays of light could not find their way to them. They learned of the 
defeat of Sauron but they were so hidden from the rest of the world, it meant little to them. That is 
until one day when strangers entered her wood.
Rían was out, much like she was everyday, scouting the woods for whatever she could find. 
Today she was tracking something else. A group, no more than 5 or 6, of royal-looking elves had 
entered her home area. She sat stealthily up high in the trees, moving gracefully from one branch 
to the other. Normally she would have ignored the exploration, but riding regally upon a white 
horse sat an elderly looking elf. He was dressed in royal clothing and carried himself with poise. 
This intrigued her and she followed them through the forest. If they were aware of her presence, 
they made no move towards her; so on they both went, getting closer to Rían’s home. Eventually, 
they walked right up to her door but before they were able to announce their presence, Rían 
whistled sharply. Most of the elves spun around to see where the noise came from, but they saw 
nothing. Suddenly a tall, black-haired, ivory-skinned beauty swept down from the leaves. She was 
dressed in a boy’s forest green tunic with a heavy cloak draped over her head and shoulders with 
high boots clad her legs. Strapped across her back was a quiver full of skillfully made arrows. She 
had smudges of dirt on her face and her clothes looked soiled. Still, she smiled politely and even 
through the hood came very close to her brow, her misty gray-blue eyes shown bright.
The elven men calmly looked at the young woman as she glared back at them. Immediately, 3 
young, strong-looking elves stepped out of the small house.
"We have commands from Lord Thranduil of Mirkwood and Lord Celeborn of Lorien to take the 
lady Eámanë with us."
The three young elves in the doorway looked curiously at one another, then at the young-looking 
elven maiden 
"Please you must come with us, my lady." The captain of the group, turning around and heading 
towards Rían.
"I will not go anywhere." She snapped.
"Rían, what seems to be the trouble?" Findecáno said approaching the doorway. Suddenly his 
face went pale and he took a step back inside the shadow of the house.
She looked back at him. "Father, who are these men and why do they call me by a strange 
name?" Rían asked.
All of a sudden, an unfamiliar tall man stepped forward and bowed slightly to her. He was dressed 
in fine elven material and he had an intricate crown resting on his head. She stared intently at him 
until Findecáno spoke. 
"Rían, my dear, there is something you must know about who you really are." He said in a daze 
as he held his hand out towards her to come in. Then he led her to the small table at the center of 
the room. He sat down and nervously drummed his fingers on the wooden table.
"Yes?" Rían urged.
"Rían was the name of my first daughter who was killed along with her mother many years ago. 
When I found you, you reminded me so of my own that I named you after her. As you got older, 
you seemed to be so happy with this life that I never told you much of what your life before you 
remember."
"What do you mean?"
"There was a not found with you. It was written in old elvish and it said,
Please watch over this elven child
And may the grace of the Valar protect you. 
Inside your bundle also was a medallion of some sort. It had a design on it that I did not 
recognize; however my son, Amras, did. He found the same symbol on the cloak of a Silvan elf." 
Then pausing momentarily, he said. "You are the daughter of the Lord Celeborn and the Lady 
Galadriel of Lorien."
She was speechless.
"That..." Findecáno said, nodding towards the entryway. "Is your father, my dear Eámanë." He 
said to the elf shrouded in white.
She stared up in awe as he entered the small home.
The only father she had known stood up and bowed respectively. "My lord Celeborn." He said, 
then extending his hand towards her, and she stood up and did the same. 
Celeborn walked towards her and lifted her chin. He looked thoughtful and almost sad, but he 
smiled warmly. "Eámanë." He said, barely above a whisper. "Eámanë."
"My lord." she said forcing myself to look down. 
That night Eámanë did not sleep. She did not know who or what to believe or what to do. She 
realized that she did not have a choice, but she did not want to leave at all. This was the only 
home she had ever known and she would be leaving it forever tomorrow and probably never to 
return.
CHAPTER 2
The journey itself took only a day or two since it was just over the Great River from which her 
former father named her after. All along the way Eámanë was told of the recent events that led up 
to her homecoming. 
Galadriel, or her mother, as she was now accustomed to saying, had already left for the Grey 
Havens. Her father, Celeborn, however waited for her arrival, along with Elrond of Rivendell and 
Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Days before her homecoming a meeting had taken place on the borders of their lands. Thranduil 
and Celeborn’s kingdoms had suffered damage to the War of the Ring. They met and discuss the 
future of both lands. Finally they came to an agreement; there would be a union of both lands. 
The only son of Thranduil and youngest daughter of Celeborn would marry. 
Eámanë only learned of this several days before it was to take place and she was not happy 
about it.
"Father, please tell me this can be avoided somehow!" she exclaimed. "I do not wish to marry. At 
least not against my will."
"Eámanë, this is your duty to your kingdom. Both realms are in dire need of one another’s aid and 
this union was to the mind of his father and I. We know this may not be easy, but ruling a 
kingdom rarely is." Celeborn said, speaking firmly yet kindly.
She stood firm, yet silent. Eámanë crossed her arms over her chest and breathed deeply. 
"He will not leave your side. He will rule beside you, my daughter." Sighing wearily, he placed a 
hand on her shoulder. "You are a daughter of a great lady of elves. You stand forth ready to 
receive all this at my passing. You must do what is best for your people and lands. They will look 
to you for guidance and strength. You can do this, Eámanë, but you will go through will this 
arrangement." He spoke heatedly. 
Eámanë looked at her father, hot tears burning her eyes. She bowed her head in compliance and 
quietly walked away. 
Eámanë ran down the long and winding staircases of Caras Galadhon till she came across her 
favorite horse, Rána. There she rode off till all the trees seemed to bend with her. 
Haldir and his brother, Rúmil, two marchwardens that closely protected the king and queen, rode 
after her but she soon lost them. 
Sunset was coming and soon the forest would be dark. Unfortunately it did not impair the sight of 
the elves and they could see her just as well. 
Eámanë rode all the way to the very borders of Lorien. There her eyes caught sight of a band of 
men. They were heading towards her from the west. She dismounted from Rána and quickly took 
shelter under the trees of the wood. She stood there and watched these men; soon Eámanë 
noticed that they were heading down the same path that she had been on moments before. They 
would walk right past her. She observed them until finally the young one on horseback caught her 
eye. She watched him until he was almost upon her. Eámanë quickly jumped back on her horse 
and flung up dust and dirt as She started off. She came speedily towards them, stopping in front 
of their path.
Quickly the young captain spoke. "Dear elven maiden, we seek the protection of the Lorien 
people. We are in service of your king Celeborn." 
She continued to stare at them silently.
CHAPTER 3
"Please, my men are weary and it growing dark. Can you take us to your king?" He asked 
sounding more distressed. 
She looked over his men in the dusky light. They looked weary and soiled. Many of them looked 
up in awe at her, in which she returned a look of solemn-faced.
"And under who’s authority are you here by?" Eámanë asked after several moments of silence 
passed. 
"Lord Aragorn of Gondor. I am his son Eldarion." He said lowering his hood to reveal his elven 
ears. "My mother is the lady Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond of Rivendell."
Eámanë nodded leisurely at him. Then suddenly, out of the shadows, Haldir and Rúmil came 
charging up on their mounts. "My lady, you must not run off like that!" He said, barely out of 
breath. "Eámanë, please return to your father at once. He must speak with you immediately." He 
spoke in quick elven.
She smiled and sighed at Haldir’s apparent alarm. "Yes, Haldir." She said contently. Then in 
return, she said in elvish, "Please take these men to my father for they bring word from Lord 
Aragorn of Gondor." Eámanë smiled mockingly at Eldarion and his men before tearing off into the 
night.
Storming into the great hall of Caras Galadhon, she spoke gallantly, "Father there is a band of 
men from Gondor. They are here to speak with you for they bring word from Lord Aragorn of 
Gondor." 
He slowly turned to face her. He looked at her momentarily and smiled. "And what were you 
doing so close to the borders, my daughter?"
She remained silent for a moment. "I was out riding." Then sighing she said, "Do not worry, for 
Haldir and Rúmil never left my side." 
He glanced knowingly at her then turned back around to face his advisors. 
"Did you know of this?" she asked, forcing him to turn back around.
"Yes, I did, thank you, Eámanë." 
Eámanë looked regretfully at him as he once again turned to face his prior business. "Your 
welcome, my lord." And at that she bowed and walked away.
As she walked out into the courtyard she noticed off in the distance a small band of elves 
marching towards her home. She climbed nimbly into a tree and sat comfortably as she watched 
the group get closer and closer. Then suddenly she noticed something that knocked her out of 
her perch. It was the soldiers of Mirkwood; therefore the two nobly clad elves in front would be 
Lord Thranduil, king of her former home and his son, Legolas Greenleaf. She had never set eyes 
on either of these noble elves and her heart was not looking forward to this encounter. 
 
CHAPTER 4-
As soon as the small army was within the Caras Galadhon gates, the two men at the front rode 
up quickly to the steps. 
Then, something that once again grew her attention far out into the forest. This time it was Elrond 
of Rivendell and his men. Haldir and Rúmil had already returned several hours ago and now 2 
more lords and their small band of soldiers were marching up to Lorien. Eámanë thought about 
why suddenly all the elven lords would be gathering, but she was jerked out of her wondering 
when suddenly a slender elf announced loudly that Thranduil, lord of the Wood had arrived. 
She leaped down her tree and ran quickly over to the side staircase. She watched the assembly 
for several moments, then looking up the stairs and noticed her father emerging from the large 
wooden doors.
She then walked up them and joined her father at the top as we both overlooked the spectacle.
"My lord Celeborn and dear friend." The elderly elf said as Celeborn and he firmly grasped each 
other’s forearms and smiled heartily at one another. 
"You are most welcome here, Thranduil." Then extending his hand towards her direction, he said. 
"May I present my daughter, Eámanë." Stepping forward at her father’s beckoning; Eámanë 
smiled awkwardly at the great lord. 
Bowing reverently, "My lady." He said. Then doing the same, he turned around and introduced his 
son, Legolas. "This is my son and heir who fought very bravely during the War of the Ring. He 
returns to me now and fits to inherit the new land at my passing." 
Legolas stepped forward and took her hand daintily. "I am honored to be in your presence, my 
lady." He spoke in elvish in a low melodious voice.
She smiled curiously at him as he leaned down and kissed her hand. Inside she wanted to squeal 
with delight, but she kept her composure very well. "Thank you." she smirked.
She stood there and stared at him as he took one step back down the stair. Their eyes remained 
locked until finally her father spoke.
"Come let us await for Elrond and the rest of the realms." He said turning around and walking 
back up into the Great Hall.
Once the council was all assembled, Lord Celeborn stood and said, "This council was summoned 
to decide on what is to be done of this growing danger an a shadow that is again rising out of the 
Southeast." He spoke gallantly.
"And what is this growing danger you speak of?" Legolas asked, turning everyone’s attention to 
him. 
Celeborn held out his hand towards Eldarion who graciously stood and bowed slightly to the Lord 
who then sat down. "I first discovered it while I was patrolling the southern border of Gondor. I 
noticed a large number of Trolls heading east from the north. This would not have struck me as 
odd at the time, except trolls are not known to travel in such large numbers."
Much of the council nodded in agreement.
"How many would you say you spotted that day?" Legolas asked.
"I would say at least 50 cave trolls, my lord." 
"Well, I do not think that 50 cave trolls are anything to become alarmed about, my lords." Elrohir, 
son of Elrond expressed vehemently. 
"No, I agree. However I then received word from some of the scouts along the eastern border 
near the gates of Minas Tirith telling me of activity developing in Mordor once again."
"Sauron was defeated and Mount Doom is dormant. There is no longer evil stirring in the 
forsaken land." Elrond said.
"That is true, my lord, but the events that my men and I witnessed should not go overlooked." 
Eldarion said in his own defense.
"What would you have us do, Eldarion, son of Aragorn?" Elros said, turning Eldarion’s attention to 
the other end of the long table.
"I would have you do nothing that would in any way endanger you or your people."
"The time if the elves is slowly coming to an end. Let us not become more involved in the 
tribulations of men." Eámanë said, finally speaking up. 
"That is true my lords and lady, but we cannot let Gondor stand alone in this. Have we forgotten 
what we did for the elves and the rest of Middle-Earth during the War of the Ring?" Eldarion 
spoke despondently. Then looking to Celeborn he said, "My lord?"
"When time has come for us to pass into the Undying Lands, this land and many others will be 
handed over to the next generation. This particular realm and the woodland realm are to be 
joined across the river. It will be called Eryn Lasgalen. My daughter, Eámanë, and Thranduil’s 
son, Legolas are to marry tomorrow. They are to whom you must speak with." Celeborn said, 
looking over at her who gave a nervous look back at him.
"Then I would request a private council with the future lord and lady of these lands." He said, 
looking straight ahead. After speaking, he looked at her, then to her father.
She nodded and then stood up slowly. Quickly, Legolas was at her side, offering his arm to her. 
She took it politely then turning towards her father, Eámanë smiled then walked off. Eldarion and 
Elrohir followed quickly after. 
About an hour later the four of us emerged from behind closed doors and returned to our seats. 
Legolas remained standing. "The elven rulers have come to a decision. We will not become 
concerned in this matter until it establishes to be a serious threat to this land and the adjacent 
kingdoms." At that he took his seat. "And this is to the mind of all here at this council?" Celeborn 
asked rhetorically. The three elder lords all nodded in agreement. "Then our last council here on 
Middle-Earth has come to a conclusion."
CHAPTER 5-
Eámanë remained seated after everyone left and spoke with her father. On her way out of the 
Great Hall, She was stopped briefly. 
"So how did it feel?" Legolas asked her, emerging from the shadows cast by the heavy doors.
Turning around quickly, She asked, "How did what feel?"
"Making the decision of a queen? Deciding on the fate of Middle-Earth?"
She smirked. "You made it right along with me. Do you feel the verdict to be the wrong one?" 
Eámanë asked as she watched Legolas step closer to her. She stared listlessly into his exquisite 
blue eyes. 
"Do you?" This time it was his turn to smirk.
"No, I do not." She stated boldly.
The next evening, her father sent for her. He was in the courtyard, looking over the dark pool in 
the center of the area.
"Tonight, you are to wed, my daughter." He said as she approached him from behind. He did not 
turn around to face her as she spoke. "And tomorrow I and my fellow lords are to leave and travel 
to the western shores. There we will take the ship and join our spouses and ancestors in the halls 
of Valinor." The turning around, he continued. "And you will then obtain the seat and honor of 
Eámanë, queen of Lorien and Mirkwood. And lady to a noble and brave Lord, Legolas."
"Father, you know I know nothing of being a lady or a queen. Only a week ago I was hunting in 
the woods without a care in the world, now you lay all this upon my shoulders. I fear…"
"You will not fail, my queen." Legolas said, walking directly up behind her and laying his hands on 
my arms that hung at her sides. "I will always be here for you." He whispered in her ear. 
She closed her eyes, listening to him as he spoke reassuring words of elven in her ear. Then she 
finally turned around and looked up into his sparkling blue eyes that shone down at her. She 
smiled, happy to feel his embrace. 
That evening as her chambermaids took her to her room, she was shone one of the most 
exquisite of dresses ever to be received by an elven princess. 
(<http://www.alleycatscratch.com/lotr/Elf/Galadriel/Prolog/gladProl_sj.jpg> that is the picture of 
the dress that Eámanë wore.)
After she was done dressing and her raven black hair was brushed down her back, a silky white 
cloak was adorned upon her shoulders. 
(I have never been to an elven wedding so I made all this up!)
She met her father at the foot of the tallest tree in the Lorien city, last time as princess. Celeborn 
smiled proudly at her as she gracefully mounted upon one of the Miras, noblest of all horses. She 
sat sideways on the saddle, something she was not at all accustomed to doing. Eámanë to one 
last deep breath before nodding to her father to lead her on. 
She could see to the end of the gardens where Legolas stood upon a small platform, clad in a 
royal tunic and cloak. On either side of the pathway stood the armies of Haldir, Elrond and 
Thranduil, all in their most decorated uniforms. 
Once arriving to the end of the gardens, she dismounted to the assistance of the Prince of 
Mirkwood. He gave her a quick and shy smile before turning once again to Elrond who stood 
nobly at the head of the pathway. There, the ceremony was performed and an elvish blessing 
was spoken. Legolas then swung up on the same horse that she had been on, and then assisted 
her in front of him. They rode to the base of the highest tree and climbed the long stairs to the 
highest balcony. There, they overlooked their people and lands, this time as their king and queen. 
Standing there, overlooking all that she owned, Eámanë couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness 
and sorrow. She did not know why, but somehow she felt more trapped than ever. 
Several minutes passed, then Legolas finally spoke, "I know this arrangement was not to your 
liking, but I hope that through the ages you may change your mind about the way you feel for me. 
For I know I already feel it." His eyes remained fixed on the people below who were cheering 
madly, but Eámanë looked over at him, shocked to hear his words.
Then turning back to the manifestation beneath them, Eámanë smiled coyly. "Thank you." She 
said, barely above a whisper.
CHAPTER 6-
That morning, the three lords left Lorien and middle-earth forever. Even though Eámanë had only 
known her real father for only a week, she rested her head on Legolas’s shoulder and let silent 
tears fall as the three kings of old rode out of sight.
"You are weary from grief and strife, Eámanë, I can feel it." Legolas spoke gently in her ear as he 
held her close to his body. 
She remained silent. 
"Please let me ease your pain." He said desperately.
"You can do nothing for me." Eámanë said harshly, even though she wanted with all her heart to 
give herself to him who seized her so tightly. 
"Your heart aches, Eámanë, for your loss." He said, this time, turning her around and hypnotizing 
her with his deadly blue eyes. "As my lips ache to feel yours upon them." He whispered in elven 
as he slowly leaned down towards the trembling young elf maiden. Gently he enveloped her lips 
in his as he pulled her closer to him. Initially, Eámanë wanted to push away from this audacious 
man, but the more she felt, the more she wanted to feel. Soon, she was leaning back into him as 
their kiss grew in heat and intensity. 
After her father had left, and as much as she loved the company of her handmaidens, and other 
elves about the palace, Eámanë felt saddened and wished to be alone, so she rode several miles 
away from her home and there she came upon a area of twisted trees. Past the knotted, 
intertwined trees lay a cave. She suddenly became intrigued by this and hopped off her horse to 
go investigate. However, she did not get very far, for quickly 3 elven men came racing past her. 
Because she was not dressed in proper queen attire, they did not even bother to give her a 
glance. Wondering what the urgency was for, she then swiftly jumped back on Rána and followed 
closely behind the soldiers. 
Once arriving back at the capital of Lorien, the three men quickly dismounted and hurried over to 
Haldir. Eámanë observed this all from a distance, as Haldir then rushed up the long flight of steps 
towards her husband, Legolas. Several minutes later, after they did not emerge from the 
stronghold, she casually made her way toward the main gate to her home, but all of a sudden, 20 
or so elven warriors, and all the men of Eldarion burst out of the main doors. 
They looked stern and unyielding. They all mounted on horseback then she spotted Legolas and 
Eldarion and she became worried. She snuck away, out of sight and watched from the shadows 
as they all dashed out into the trees. 
Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of her and she quickly whistled for Rána and as quickly as 
she could, she was after them. Eámanë caught up to them just as she saw what they were after. 
A horde of Warg-riders, Orcs mounted top huge, hairy four-legged creatures, came swarming up 
towards them. The elves and men had just cleared the forest when Haldir caught sight of 
Eámanë. She stood there in awe as she witnessed 2 elves fall in defeat. He was on his way 
towards her to take her to safety, but Legolas beat him to it.
"Eámanë, get out of here at once!" He shouted crossly.
She remained still, slightly confused. Rána began to stomp around in fear, but she held him fast. 
"PLEASE, Eámanë!" He said, this time, getting closer and speaking softer. "Get back to where it 
is safe and our people can protect you!"
"No, I can stay and fight!" She shouted back angrily.
"My lady, get out of here, this is not the place for you!" Rúmil, brother to Haldir, said, charging up 
towards her.
"They will take you back!" Legolas shouted as he shot down 2 more orcs. 
"I do not care for what you have to say, I will not leave you!" Eámanë shouted amongst the other 
noises.
"Go, please. Do this for me, Eámanë. GO!" Legolas yelled as he leapt upon his horse and 
regained his footing. Then, looking over at her, he wielded his mount around and rode up beside 
her. "Please, my love. Save yourself and protect our people." He said, this time his beautiful blue 
eyes looking sadly into her’s. Then suddenly he leaned over and met in a hard, passionate kiss 
that left them both breathless.
She stared after him as he and the other elven warriors charged off to meet the orcs head-on.
"My lady?" Rúmil yelled, as he was already several feet ahead of her. "My lady, please come." 
Still she did not tear her gaze from Legolas’s retreating back. Hotly, she breathed and tight was 
her jaw as she looked back once again towards the borders of Lorien. Then, spurring away as 
fast as she could she rode towards Caras Galadhon. Several marchwardens, including Haldir and 
Rúmil galloped quickly behind her, but she knew tricks that they did not and unexpectedly, she 
headed off towards an opening that she knew of. They 8 soldiers were quick on her trail. Once 
slamming to a halt in the middle of this opening she furiously ran about it, kicking up leaves and 
dirt and rapidly obliterating her tracks. At this, she tore off in another direction. 
She urged Rána on, as she sped off to her borders. The elves were headed to meet the moving 
army of Orcs near the border of Lorien to the Southeast. She was heading dead east towards her 
past home. She knew of her duty to her newfound kingdom, however she would not let her other 
family parish.
As she broke free of the Golden Woods she suddenly came across the small, but yet harsh 
battle. It was only about 100 yards away from her. She looked desperately at the fallen men of 
Eldarion and of Lorien. Her gaze grew more intense as she looked around madly for Legolas. 
She did not see him and her heart began to race. Without a moment’s hesitation she yanked the 
reigns in the direction of the fight, approaching it from the North. 
Armed in full battle attire, and her long ebony black hair tucked back inside her cloak. She 
instantly grabbed the intricate bow of the Galadhrim and quickly fixed a long feathered arrow in it 
and releasing, shot an Orc dead in the back of the neck. He fell with a painful shriek, and as 
quickly as he was down, 3 more followed. She placed the reigns in between her teeth and 
continued at a quick cantor as she let loose 5 more arrows that expertly met their mark. 
Once in the midst of all the disorder, she drew out her long, pearl-hilted, curved sword and began 
slashing her way towards her people on the other side.
Eámanë yelled excitedly in elvish as she spotted Eldarion, for this is what she lived for. He looked 
up curiously, looking for the source of such a sound, and then once setting eyes on her, his face 
fell and went pale. His eyes were terrified and he looked at if he was ready to scream something 
but if fell on deaf ears.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a savage looking Orc mounted on top of a Warg riding 
speedily towards her. In a flash she halted and just as the beast leapt towards her, she thrust her 
sword deep into its gaping mouth. It roared in agony as it fell out of mid-air. She then sheathed 
her bloody sword and began to make her way towards Eldarion. Suddenly a cry tore her away 
from her goal. A cry that sounded like nothing she had ever heard before. It was the cry of an elf. 
She looked madly about her in search of that voice, fearing the worst. Then unexpectedly she 
was stopped suddenly by an orc that leapt onto the back of her horse and now had his jagged 
dagger at her neck. They both hit the ground hard after her horse reared out of panic. She was 
able to land on top of the creature, which in turn knocked the wind out of him momentarily. She 
struggled out of his grasp, her neck cut but not deeply. She ran over to a dying elf named Arion to 
see if he was alive. She heard the wiz of the arrow and before she could move it embedded itself 
deep into her shoulder. The blinding pain was only worsened by the fire nettle and nightshade 
that had been on the arrow and her vision fogged from the fast working agent. She caught sight 
of Legolas but already her hearing was cloudy and her senses dulled. She blacked out just as 
Legolas picked her up. Looking over her quickly he noticed the poisonous arrow lodged in her 
shoulder. She slumped over his arms like dead weight.
"Oh, my sweet Eámanë, why did you not listen to me?" He said, silent tears inching down his fair 
skin.
He held her close to him, listening to her staggered breathing. 
"My lord?" Haldir said, running up to the battle scene several minutes too late. 
Straightening up, he looked up at his marchwardens and said, "Come, we must get her back to 
Caras Galadhon. I will take her with me. You get up all the rest of the wounded. Oh, and Haldir…"
"Yes, my Lord?" He said, in a quivering voice 
"I will wish to speak with you once my wife is healed. When I ask you to protect her I expect my 
commands to be carried out."
"My lord, she is a skilled rider and…"
"I do not want to hear it, Haldir. My lady is lying here wounded because you could not keep an 
eye on her. I do not wish to speak more of the matter until I know she is well." At that he placed 
her gently on his white horse then leapt up behind her, sneaking his arms around her waist and 
clutching the reigns. He looked down at her head, which was bowed still from exhaustion. 
"Narami ma su ni!" He yelled wearily in anger and sadness at his white steed and raced off back 
into the Golden Wood. 
Once safe back at the Lorien palace, Legolas never left the side of his ailing queen. The arrow 
was removed without much strife and now she was resting peacefully. The poisons that the arrow 
had inflicted upon lingered but the elvish healers were the most skilled in Middle Earth. 
Her eyes flickered momentarily and she awoke to see Legolas’s intense blue eyes looking at her 
with relief. "If you’d have slept longer people might have thought you were dead." He said 
flippantly.
She smiled weakly, "I feel dead." 
He stared at her and said, " How do you feel?" 
She paused considering the question, "Better now, much better than I was doing out there."
She saw his tattered bloodstained clothing and said, "What happened to you, fighting wars all by 
yourself again?" 
He cocked his head, "Maybe." 
"You are hurt," she observed quietly.
"Nothing that will not heal." He scoffed
"Why did you not listen to me, Eámanë?" 
She smiled feebly, "You needed me." She stared intently back at him. 
"You're right. I do need you. I need you alive and safe and here!" She looked down embarrassed 
at what he implied. "Or was it that you just missed me?" He mused lightly.
"Alright, I missed you," she said brushing the question off as if it met nothing. 
He smiled at her, his eyes revealing his affection for her. "Good cause the next time you do 
something like that, I will be the one to shoot you in the back with a poison arrow!" She looked up 
and saw his concern. He was so worried about her and that he didn’t want her to take any 
unnecessary risks without him. 
Eámanë had always been independent and supposedly complete on her own. But now that 
Legolas was here he caused her to see the void in her life that had never been fulfilled. At first 
there attraction had been merely physical, a fascination about how the other looked and moved. 
But now it was deeper, a combining of their souls that made her dependent on him, and him love 
her so desperately that he could bear life without her. These things had gone unsaid, but each 
knew it was there. He bent down and kissed her forehead softly and mouthed I love you and then 
stepped out. She felt at peace and fell back to sleep no longer troubled or in pain. 
CHAPTER 8
"Why must you worry so?" Eámanë protested, clearly regaining her strength. Besides her wound 
to her shoulder, she also received a gash to her right leg where a Warg had bitten her while she 
crawled to save her fallen friend. It had been 5 days since the incident and she was just now 
permitted to walk out into the gardens. Legolas still would not leave her side! "I can walk on my 
own. See?" She said, removing her arm from around her husband’s neck and walking with her 
arms extended each way. Suddenly she faltered slightly and Legolas rushed over to her. 
"I have you." He said, comfortingly. 
She looked annoyingly at him, but smiled nevertheless. She saw the innocence in his eyes as he 
bent over and swept her off her feet. She could see how much he blamed himself for what had 
happened to her and her heart went out to him.
Once she was back inside her bedroom, she nestled her head against his warm chest and 
allowed him to lay her down gently upon their feathered bed. Her fingers were laced together 
around Legolas’s neck and she did not release them once she was lying down. She still had a 
large bandage around her shoulder, but her arms were still strong and powerful. Looking down at 
her, he smiled then casually slumped down onto the bed next to her.
They laid there as time began to slow to a crawl and stared at one another. He had one hand on 
her hips and the other, gently twirling a lock of her hair playfully between his fingers. 
Then in soft elven, he said, "How is it that I could have someone as beautiful as you in my arms, 
right here in front of me?" 
Eámanë smiled shyly then responded, "It was beyond our control." 
He smirked, then darted towards her and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then lower to the 
tip of her nose, which she scrunched up at his touch, and then slowly he lowered his mouth to 
hers. Their lips met in a burning kiss. Both of them sank into one another as Legolas’s hands 
began roaming her small figure. All the pain she had been feeling only moments ago, escaped 
Eámanë’s body in an instant. Slowly Legolas rolled over so that his slender body was hovering 
just above hers. Both of their hearts began to race from fear and anticipation. He looked over her 
one last time before once again, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth. Eámanë moaned 
passionately beneath him as she clung desperately to her husband and king. Soon, Legolas’s 
large hands snuck up her body and entangled themselves into her long, jet-black tresses. The 
smell that erupted from her hair sent chills down Legolas’s spine but he did not wish to rush this. 
In the few days he had known this woman, he knew she was everything he ever wanted. He 
could not thank their fathers enough! 
Soon after, their kiss broke and Eámanë was left smiling, yet wanting more. His mouth soon 
traveled down her smooth skin towards her vulnerable neck, she ran her hands up and down 
Legolas’s back. His shirt was now off, and he was working on hers. He untied the front of her 
dress, but that stopped at the base of her chest. He slowly pulled it off of her, stopping once it 
was over her creamy-white breasts. He stared down in fascination as her chest rose and fell as 
she breathed. Legolas then commenced to remove the rest of her gowns until she was fully 
exposed to him, and he to her.
Now, in each other’s arms, they felt each other’s ivory skin getting hotter. Their kisses were 
passionate and fervent and their touch was beyond erotic. 
Eámanë laid softly on Legolas’s chest, breathing heavily and feverishly as she felt him enter her. 
She felt every move his body made beneath her and she whispered in his ear not to stop. 
CHAPTER 9
Eámanë awoke sometime in the middle of the night suddenly. She found herself in the strong 
arms of her King. At first she felt safe and comforted, but after lying there for several minutes and 
contemplating last night in her mind, she felt frightened and nervous. She fought to escape his 
grasp, but she did not wish to wake him. Still a bit unsteady on her own two feet, Eámanë rushed 
to dress herself and then tore out of their room and fled the safety and protection of the elven 
palace.
She ran as fast as she could, pain shooting up and down her leg. One good thing about being an 
elf is that Eámanë did not know breathlessness, at least not the same as humans do and so she 
ran till she got to her final destination. The cave. 
She had discovered it a week ago, but because of what happened, she had not returned until just 
now. She climbed the trees whose branches hung over the cave’s entrance. There she sat until 
the bright sun rose over the eastern sky. She looked towards her old forest and past home. 
Oh, how I wish to be back with Finny and my four brothers. Several weeks ago my biggest 
achievement had been battling Galandil over my stolen bow and arrow! She smirked happily at 
the thoughts of old. I was free-spirited huntress who could spend all day out in the twisted forests 
and now look at me. She thought as she looked down at her torn gowns. Gilraen, her faithful lady-
in-waiting, was sure to punish her for the state of her clothes. I am a queen. I am the Lady of 
Lorien and Mirkwood, two great forests of Middle-Earth. And…I was betrothed. How did all this 
happen?
As Eámanë sat high in her hold, just feet above the cave entrance, she thought about her long life 
and what was yet to come. Little did she know that her presence there was NOT appreciated, nor 
did it go over-looked. She wrestled with her uncertainty for a time and realized that it did not 
matter. Her stubbornness would only make things even more awkward than they already were. 
Suddenly, out of the shadows leapt 4 heavily armed orcs, all bearing their vicious teeth and 
claws. Eámanë spun around, but already 2 had crawled up into the trees and were swarming 
around her quickly. She leapt to her feet and without hesitating, took the jump down from the 
boughs. She faltered slightly, wincing as a throbbing pain once again shot up her injured leg. 
Biting her lip tightly, Eámanë struggled to her feet, but it was too late for 3 orcs were already on 
her. One had leaped forward, barely missing the trains of her dress. Eámanë ripped away from 
his grasp furiously, but another Orc had grabbed her arm and twisted it mercilessly behind her 
back. She cried out in agony as she felt his hot reeking breath on her neck. She thrashed about 
desperately, but in vain. They had her. 
"That was almost too easy!" One of the orcs said to the one who had his grip on her. Eámanë 
shrieked loudly as the Orc that had spoke walked nearer to her. Finally he slapped his hand over 
her mouth and told her to be silent. She glared up at him fiercely them bit down hard on his hand. 
He roared loudly as he pulled back his bleeding hand. She smirked happily, even though she 
knew the significance of the situation. Suddenly he drew out his long, curved sword. Fear welled 
up in her eyes, but she remained still. 
He smiled wickedly down at her as he approached her slowly. Swiftly he swung the hilt of his 
blade and knocked it against the side of her head. She fell instantly into the arms of her attackers. 
"Come, let us take her back under." The one that held her said as he flung her carelessly over his 
shoulder.
Once they had stepped inside the cave, a loud rumble sounded from overhead and slowly the 
cave walls closed up behind them then disappeared completely as if it was never there.
CHAPTER 9-
Deep within the bowels of Baradur, far below the ruins of the fortress, the dark sorcerer sat in his 
makeshift chambers of stone and contemplated his war, stratagems, none were greater than his 
hatred. And the sorcerer hated. He hated with an intensity that bordered on madness. Hundreds 
of years of hiding out and lurking in dark prisons where he stowed away from the world of men 
had given his hatred sufficient time to fester and grow. Now it consumed him. It was everything to 
him. It gave him his power and he would use that power to destroy those who had pained him to 
so much misery. The Elves! All of the Elves. And not even their destruction would satisfy him- not 
after decades of waiting and of being shut away from the world that had once been his. Shut into 
a formless, insentient limbo of dark, slow and wretched stagnation. No, the death of the Elves 
would not be enough to salve the indignity he had had endure. The Others must be destroyed as 
well Men, Dwarves, All those who were part of humanity whom he hated so much. At a distance 
he might of passed as one of them. He walked upright on two legs. He carried himself tall, and 
fluidly.
Only close up could one tell of his hideousness. He had skin was black and shining , deceptively 
placid on the surface his eyes the same way. He was so tall it was unnatural and his very air was 
that of evil, cruelty and arrogance. 
He had always had two with him. Two Ogres who shared his hatred for all for the free peoples of 
Middle Earth. He glanced about for them now. He found the Changeling almost immediately for 
his skin was ever changing form and color. The true appearance of the Changeling none could 
ever know. He could assimilate any characteristic of any person and pretty much be anyone he 
wanted to be. It was an extraordinary gift but a creature whose capacity for evil was almost as 
great as the Black Númenorean possessed it. The Changeling too, was of the spawn of men. He 
was selfish and hateful. He enjoyed duplicity; he enjoyed hurting others. He had always been an 
enemy of the Elven people and their allies detesting them for their pious concern for the welfare 
of lesser peoples that inhabited their world. They were weak and vulnerable. They were meant to 
be used by demons like him. The Elves were no better than the creatures they sought to protect. 
They either could not or would not deceive such as he did. All of them were trapped by what they 
were doomed to be nothing else. He could be whatever he wished. He despised them all. The 
changeling wraith had no friends. He wanted none. He served the Black Númenorean because 
he had one thing that the Changeling respected. And that was power greater than his. It was for 
that reason and that reason alone that the Changeling had come to serve him. 
The other was lurking some where in the shadows. If the changeling were to be judged 
dangerous than the Reaper was ten times more so. The Shadow-Reaper was killer. Killing was 
the sole function of its existence. It was a massive creature heavily muscled, almost seven feet 
tall when it rose to a full height. Yet its size was by no means hindering. It moved with ease and 
the smooth grace of the best of Elven hunters. Smooth, fluid and quick. Once it began a hunt it 
never gave up. Even the Black Númenorean was wary of it because the Shadow-Reaper did not 
serve him out of fear or respect. It served him out of whim. The Reaper feared nothing. It was a 
monster who cared nothing for life even its own. It did not even kill because it liked killing though 
in truth it did like to. It killed because killing was instinctive. It killed because it found it necessary. 
Trapped away in the ruins it had been almost unmanageable and the Black Númenorean had 
been force to give it orcs and Uruk-Hai to kill. Once they were out in the world again maybe it 
would kill them all. The changeling and the Reaper, he had chosen well. One would be his eyes, 
the other his hands. Eyes and hands that would go deep into the heart of the Elven people and 
end once and for all the chance that the rulers would ever be a serious problem. 
Indeed, he smiled thoughtfully. Because before the night was over he would feast on the soul of 
the elven queen.
CHAPTER 10
But for now he must put fear into her heart so that he could enjoy the sweet taste of her life 
draining away into his being. He had her brought before him, proud and struggling to the last. She 
was kicking and screaming vainly at her metal bonds. He walked up to her, a tall forbidding 
specimen, and said, " Your Imperial highness, It pleasures me to have your company my name is 
Azeroth." She spat at him in contempt. He wiped away her saliva replying calmly, " Charmed to 
the last." But the hunger racked at him and he snapped his wiry fingers having brought before 
him several orcs who had failed in their duties. The orcs were struggling but the strong guards 
held them down. They were set down in a sitting position and Azeroth walked up behind them. A 
hand slid out of the black robes gnarled and dark. It clamped on the back of the orc’s neck and 
the creature gave a sharp gasp. Twisting and thrashing he tried to break free. But the sorcerer 
held him firmly in place. Azeroth ‘s other hand emerged, shimmering with a wicked green light. 
Slowly the pulsating hand moved toward the back of the orc’s head. Fingers stretched, touching 
hair, then the skin. The fingers slid inside the orc’s head pushing through hair and skin and bone 
as if the whole thing was made of soft clay. Azeroth’s hand was all the way inside of the skull 
now, twisting slowly as if searching. The orc had stopped screaming and moving now. The light 
had gone out of its eyes its and its face gone slack. Its look was dull. Azeroth withdrew his hand 
from the orc’s head and it was steaming and wet as it slid back into the black robes. The sorcerer 
was breathing so loudly that Eámanë could hear him. She watched in horror and felt a heaving 
sensation from what she saw. She gagged and tears were streaming down her face. She was 
horrified at what she saw. He did the same to the others feasting off their life source. He threw his 
head back and howled a primal scream of lust and hunger. "Already I crave for another. Empty all 
the cells bring every prisoner and useless orc to me. Go! Bring me more! Quickly! Eámanë 
watched more orcs die that night that she lost count. She gagged again and again that night that 
she thought she would die. She watched forty-two orcs become soulless lifeless shells that night 
and she pitied them even though they were Orcs. At last Azeroth was sated. He hissed glutted 
and drunken on stolen life. "That is enough for now. Tomorrow it will be your turn, my sweet." 
Eámanë stared in dumb horror. She would die first she thought. But despair and fear took hold of 
her and she was crying as she was led away utterly disgusted and afraid. For the first time in her 
life she had feared death. It made her feel weak and mostly less of a person than she thought she 
was. The realization disgusted her and she felt empty and alone as they enclosed her in her cell, 
the proud queen beaten at last. 
CHAPTER 11
After the discovering that their queen was gone, all of the Lothlórien soldiers, guards and 
marchwardens were summoned to the distraught king.
"Please, my lord, try to remain calm for as we speak I have riders now patrolling the all areas 
surrounding the palace.
"Yes, Erethon, but also while we speak, my bride is somewhere out there. It was not very long 
ago that Orcs tried to invade our borders, who is to say that another attempt has not been 
made?" He said furiously.
Erethon bowed his head and quietly stepped aside as Rúmil stepped towards his king. "She is a 
skilled fighter, my lord, and we are doing everything we can to find our lady and bring her safely 
back to her home."
Suddenly Eldarion and several of his men came bursting through the door. Quickly bowing his 
head to the King, he then spoke boldly. "My lord, although we do not know the place of your Lady 
Eámanë we did come across some strange disturbances in the forest that I believe could be of 
some assistance in finding your queen."
Legolas rose to his feet slowly, staring at Eldarion. 
"Several of my men remember seeing a cave not too far away from this place and now when 
riding back past it, well, it is no longer there, my lord."
Many of the elves looked up in aghast at this man. 
"Surely you may have just missed it." Haldir said anxiously.
Shaking his head slowly, he turned around towards Belemor, one of his human warriors, and held 
out his hand. Belemor quickly place something in his hand then turning back around to the king, 
he said, "They also found this." Holding his palm out flat, he held a silver chain and dangling from 
it was Nenya, the ring of Water. One of the three rings given to the elf lords many ages ago. 
Nenya had been given to Galadriel, mother to Eámanë and had left it in Lorien for her upon her 
return to her kingdom. She had received it the day she became queen of Eryn Lasgalen. 
Many of the elven warriors gasped at what Eldarion held in his hand, but Legolas remained silent. 
He stared intently at the necklace that he held until finally Eldarion took it to him. 
Once arriving at his side, he knelt down and said, "I believe this was hers." 
"My lord, why was she not wearing the ring? It has such a power that could have aided her." 
Haldir said, trying to catch the king’s eye but his focus remained fixed upon the jewel he held 
tightly in his hand.
Quietly he spoke. "She felt herself to be unworthy of such a gift of power." Then, clutching one 
last time and bringing towards his chest he closed his eyes and bowed his head. After saying 
several harsh yet quiet words in elvish, his deadly blue eyes shot up and he stared angrily ahead 
of him. 
Then stepping boldly towards Haldir, he said, "You will take your best trackers and follow Eldarion 
the missing cave. There you will follow every hint of a trail."
Haldir bowed compliantly to him, then stepped away quickly. "Galdor, Saelbeth, Uremir." Haldir 
snapped his fingers as he walked out the door and 5 eleven men followed him.
"Orophin!" He exclaimed. 
"Yes, my lord?" He said quickly coming to his side.
"You are my best hunter, so you and your men will head out to the battle site. If you see any 
movement at all, you will not kill, you will bring it to me. Now, go." He said, throwing his arm up 
and turning quickly away from Orophin.
Orophin then turned and walked out the hall. He hurriedly made his way down the long and 
twisted stairs till he was in the courtyard. There he rallied all of his men together and in minutes, 
there were off.
"And what are you going to do, my Lord?" Eldarion asked as he and Legolas stood in the empty 
hall.
Legolas said nothing, only clenched the jewel tightly in his palm and held it to his chin 
thoughtfully.
"I must find her."
 
CHAPTER 12
When Azeroth found that Eámanë did not fear death he gave her over to an Uruk-Hai captain and 
his men. Once in their possession they flogged and beat her mercilessly. As she lay there and 
unwillingly took the pain and torment, she felt as if every bone in her body was being shattered 
and her flesh torn and cut. They slashed her face and severed off her hair. They defiled her until 
she fainted. When she awoke she found herself hung by her wrists of the yardarms lashed her 
with a rawhide whip and left her to bake near a huge furnace of fire. They gave her no water, 
food, clothing or treatment. There she hung; ignored in a haze of pain and thirst that left her 
ravaged and delirious. They had broken her nose repeatedly. But throughout it all her mind rested 
on Legolas. It had always been her notion that her toughness and independence was of so great 
a measure that she never needed someone. But then Legolas came and she had loved him in 
some sense since the first moment. Now that they had kissed, held, told of his feelings and then 
suddenly separated she realized she loved him so desperately she could hardly stand it. That 
was what kept her alive.
"Keep up men!" Shouted Legolas as he rode out with his Mirkwood warriors. It had been 3 days 
since Eámanë’s disappearance and all his thought was bent on finding her. He spent all day and 
night in the forest, hoping for any sign, no matter how insignificant it may seem, that would show 
him the way to his love. He did not sleep nor did he even rest, as the shadow in his mind grew 
darker and heavier.
"Please, my lord, let us return to Caras Galadhon. Let us rest and regain our strength so that we 
can successfully find our queen!" Rúmil said despairingly as he rode up beside the irritated king.
He sighed then gave him a side-ways glance. "Very well, you may ride back with the rest of the 
men, however you cannot persuade me to ride back with you."
"My lord you are weary with grief. You must let the healers tend to your injuries." For during 
Legolas’ expedition he had suffered minor cuts and bruises, but his mind was set.
"Not until she is safe back at the palace!!" He exclaimed hotly.
Rúmil sighed, content with his answer. "Very well sire." Then whistling sharply and loudly yelling 
in elvish, the men and Rúmil charged back to the Tree-city.
Legolas, now alone in the wood, bowed his head silently. Whispering in elvish, he said, "Eámanë, 
my love, if you are out there, show me a way to find you, for I can no longer see your face. I can 
feel your heart reaching out to me, yet your light is dimming. Please tell me how to get to you and 
I promise; I will forever keep you safe. If you did this because of me, believe that I am utterly 
remorseful for ever causing you pain or grief. Come back to me, my sweet Eámanë, please." 
Back at the stronghold of the kingdom of Lorien, Eldarion and Haldir ran about madly looking for 
Legolas for they had news.
Eldarion and his men were supposed to have been traveling back to Gondor for lord Aragorn 
wished to see his son again. News had arisen in Minas Tirith. News of Númenor had reached the 
lands and a threat was growing once again in the dark land of Mordor. Utterance of this danger 
first came about when word of a black magic was heard of in Mordor. A student of the evil Lord 
Sauron had survived and was now ready to take the place of his fallen mentor, but this time he 
was after a race, the diminishing race of elves. He would slowly make his way to the North and 
West, destroying everything in his path. Then once reaching the end of Middle-earth, he would 
destroy Valinor and everything surrounding it. No one knew the grounds for this dark being, but it 
was very real.
While heading home towards Gondor, Eldarion spotted Rivendell folk and warriors heading North 
towards Lorien. Intrigued by this, he rode down to Rivendell to find it completely destroyed. 
Fearing the worst, he and 3 of his best knights rode all day and all night back to Lorien. Eldarion 
sent the rest of his men back to Gondor to warn their king of this matter for his mother, lady 
Arwen, would be saddened to learn of this tragedy. 
CHAPTER 13-
"What is her condition?" Azeroth said grinning down at Eámanë as she sat huddled in a corner. 
"She remains alive." The head of the guard sneered as they both watched Eámanë crawl towards 
the light that shone from the hall. Then turning towards his master, he said. "Sire, we did not find 
the ring on her and we do not know if it is even still in Middle-Earth."
Azeroth smirked wickedly at the battered elf. "She knows." At that he nodded to the sentries to 
open up the gates. Once opened, Azeroth beckoned for Eámanë to step outside to him, but she 
only glared up at him.
"Please, come with me. I have excellent news for you, my lady." He said slyly.
Eámanë looked up at him anxiously but her eyes were so swollen it did not look so.
"Today, you will begin to help me carry out my plan." He towered over her and looked down 
condescendingly as she cowered back out of his deathly sight.
"Well, if you do not wish to help me, then I cannot make you. But…"
"What is it you want with me?" She spat out, blood and saliva seeping out of the corners of her 
mouth.
He scoffed craftily, "My dear lady, there is so much to tell you." Then, turning around, he said 
something in some form of black speech to a neighboring orc. "Come, I will tell you all about the 
future of your people." And with that, two large orcs grabbed her roughly by the arms and 
dragged her out of her small room. They dragged her over steps and rocks down halls that 
seemed endless. From exhaustion and excruciating pain, Eámanë’s mind began to cloud over as 
she was dragged along these dark corridors. 
She lost all track of time, while in captivity so she had no idea if she had been gone a day or a 
month. Azeroth brought her to his throne and there he spoke to her. "I am sure that by now your 
king has discovered you are missing. And once he knows where you are, he will come straight for 
me." He said, sounding delighted.
"You wish to be killed?" Eámanë said coldly.
Azeroth laughed wickedly. "My lady, your king is going to walk right into a massacre. He does not 
know what he is up against. NO ONE knows of my power and how it has grown!"
She looked away seemingly disinterested, unimpressed by his show of force. 
The Númenorean was puzzled. He had always had a certain disdain for this bothersome Elven 
queen who showed remarkable resilience and stamina. But in the darkest chambers of his mind 
she frightened him. He did not fancy the way she looked at him. In those brilliant blue eyes a cold 
fire was burning furiously and it made him shudder every time. Here was a warrior, a true leader 
and she could take months, even years maybe before she could be broken. 
He did not relish the thought of having someday to meet her in single combat. He cast such 
thoughts from his mind but every time she looked at him it rose like a black choking cloud of fear 
and hesitation. 
"My plan is to destroy your people." He said calmly avoiding her eyes. "Too long have they dwelt 
in middle-earth, always condescending the other races. Magical beings that have ruled these 
lands, too long have they walked on the backs of the lesser. Now it is time to wipe you out 
completely." He said, nodding towards the guards to drag her behind him as he walked aimlessly 
about his Great Hall. 
"All I need to do is to destroy your lands, one by one!" he exclaimed happily. "Oh, remind me 
once we arrive in Valinor to thank your father. For it was he who decided to take the soldiers of 
Rivendell up to Lothlórien for you wedding! He left Rivendell exposed and vulnerable. A perfect 
time for my army to strike! Now that pathetic realm is nothing more than a barren waste land, 
filled with the rotting corpses of your kin." He smiled wickedly.
Eámanë gasped, but because of her multiple injuries, she began coughing violently, spewing 
blood out of her mouth.
"Bogdune. Bring this tarnished queen something to drink." Azeroth said tightly. Several minutes 
later a goblet of filthy water was held to her lips, her hands were bound but she tilted back her 
head as the savage orc drenched her face in the warm liquid. 
"Well again?" He asked sarcastically as she continued to cough and wrenched. 
"Do not dread, my dear, for this will soon be over. When your precious king here’s of your body 
found on the rocks the Mountains of Shadow, he will fly to you, leaving his lands vulnerable and 
his armies weak and far from home."
"He would not fall for such trickery." She spat out as blood seeped through her teeth.
"And what knowledge would you have of such a matter?" He said, suddenly appearing behind her 
and yanking her head by her hair. Her face was engraved with pain and agony, yet she made no 
sound. "He will follow my trail as a hungry wolf would follow the scent of blood." 
"You are a fool if you believe in such a plan." Cold was her voice. 
Then sneering down at her, he threw her head forward, making it crash into the rock floor. 
Suddenly she slumped over and laid flat on her stomach. She remained still for some time. Soon, 
several orcs surrounded her, growling in some incomprehensible language. They began to kick 
and nudge her roughly, but she showed no sign of response. 
"Take her away." He snarled.
Eámanë’s limp body was dragged down many more long corridors until she was brought out into 
the blinding light of the sun. Even though it was growing dark, the light was enough to awaken 
Eámanë. She found herself in a high valley with jagged mountains surrounding her. She looked 
around wearily and noticed the entrance from which she came. Atop of the nearest peak sat a 
temple of some sort. There, the two orc guards flung her into the middle of it. 
She landed with a loud pounding sound and she cried out once more in pain. Heavy clouds 
hovered above her as she gazed up at the darkening sky in a daze. Time seemed to stop all 
together and her eyes began to haze over. She was left alone on the uppermost peak of the Ered 
Wethrin, alone to die. 
 
Not done, chapters will come almost every other day.
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ryan~
18 year old girl, just so you don't think I'm a guy or anything!