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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟔

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THE TOWER OF CIRITH UNGOL

Iladya is thrown in the tower of Cirith Ungol. She coughs as she wipes blood off her mouth. She watches with fear as she views the blood. Shagrat and Gorbag, two Orcs, undo her from her fancy battle tunic until she was left in Aragorn's shirt she had worn. Her cloak of Lothlórien. Her tunic of the Woodland realm. Her weapons. The Ring. Everything had been taken away from her. ''Resistance has no use!" one of them snarls. Shagrat holds her down as Gorbag puts chains around her wrists. Iladya was forced to sit on her kneels as her arms were directed to the wall. "Sauron will be defeated!"
"The Eye knows," Shagrat smirks and shows her the Palantir. Iladya feels a sharp pain in her head as she is forced to look in the Palantir. She was forced to see the Eye of Sauron. Behind her, Gorbag readies himself with a whip. "Iladya," Sauron screeches, "I know everything." "You liar!" Iladya yells, only receiving more pain. "The moment you grabbed that Palantir," Sauron screeches, laughing maniacally, "you gave me valuable information." The Palantir shows the moment that is most dear to Iladya.
"I am yours, Adoness nîn. Don't ever forget that," Aragorn breathes, lifting her chin to look at him. "I have always been yours. Since the moment we met. All those eight years apart, I have never stopped thinking of you. My thoughts of you never end." He could see the twinkle in her eyes. ''My heart burns for you, Elessar,'' she whispers, ''an elf can only fall in love once in its lifetime. You are the one I fell for, the one my heart burns for.''
"No," she whispers, realising what has happened. The laughing continues while Iladya turns her head away from the Palantir. "Look at me!" The voice booms through the tower, even the Orcs get startled. Iladya glances back in the Palantir. "What is his next move?" it asks. "I cannot tell," she answers. "Do it," Sauron demands. Gorbag brings the whip down her back. Iladya flinches as she grunts. "I'll ask again," Sauron snarls, "what is his next move?" "I told you, I do not know!" Gorbag brings the whip down her back once again. She hisses as she clenched her jaw. "I parted to Minas Tirith before they forged their plans, I DO NOT KNOW," she yells. Gorbag continues to whip her back. Several, red, lines on the back of the Elf. "Fine," Sauron hisses, "what did he promise you? For you to be his Queen?" Sauron laughs in a mocking way. "His so called love for you, isn't real." "Then why keep me here?" "If he does, he will surrender himself to save you. If he does not, I will personally make you my Queen. Fair as the sea and the sun." "I personally would rather die!" she hisses. The Palantir goes black and Iladya screams before she stares into oblivion. Feeling numb.
She couldn't hear the sound of whip, slashing down her back nor could she feel the pain. She could only think about the fate of Middle-Earth. Tears rolls down her cheeks, praying Aragorn wouldn't sacrifice himself for her. She lets her head hang, slowly falling into the darkness. She embraces her fate.

Frodo lies semi-naked on the ground with his hands bound in front of him. He has the remains of some spiderwebs still wrapped around him. Frodo wakes up and hears voices behind him. Shagrat and Gorbag, two Orcs are sorting through Frodo's belongings. Shagrat picks up Frodo's mithril shirt and turns it about in the light admiring it. Gorbag sees him. "Hands off! That shiny shirt, that's mine!" Gorbag snarls. Frodo is listening to them. "It's going to the Great Eye, along with everything else," Shagrat snarls back.
Frodo realises what Shagrat is saying and feels in panic for the Ring on its chain around his neck. It is gone. "I don't take orders from stinking Morgul-rats!" He pushes Shagrat against the wall. Shagrat pulls out a sword. "You touch it and I'll stick this blade in your gut!" He threatens him with his sword. Shagrat and Gorbag begin to grapple. Eventually Shagrat falls across the trapdoor. Gorbag stamps on him pushing him through the trapdoor. He falls down the stairs eventually landing amongst the partying Orcs below. Gorbag shouts down to them. "The scum tried to knife me. Kill him!" They try to attack Shagrat who knocks an Orc out of the window to land far below. The Orcs at the bottom of the tower see him land, and react. They begin to fight amongst themselves.
Meanwhile Sam was moving up towards the tower. He can hear the Orcs fighting. Sam creeps up to the tower entrance. All the Orcs seem to be dead. He starts to run through the tower looking about him with Sting and his own sword, one in each hand. He runs up the stairs to the higher levels. He sees some Orcs coming so he begins to roar at them to pluck up his courage. His shadow looks huge on the wall. When he emerges from the stairwell the Orcs see he is only small and move to attack him. But Sam is too quick. He stabs the first one. "That's for Frodo!" He approaches the second one and stabs him knocking him off the stairs. "And the Shire!" He pushes the third one over the edge of the stairs and shouts after him. "And that's for my old gaffer!" Sam continues on up the stairs. Gorbag escapes with Frodo's mithril shirt and Iladya's cloak.
Frodo struggles with his bonds, trying to escape. Shagrat appears behind him. "Stop your squealing you dunghill rat!" it snarls. He pulls out a knife. "I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!" He cries out suddenly and a blue blade sticks out through his chest. Sam appears behind him. "Not if I stick you first!" Sam hisses. "Sam!" Frodo gasps.