The Witch of Chaos - (a Legolas Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Deep Down in Water

 ⁂●Chapter 5: Deep Down in Water

 Aragorn, Heir of Isildur and Boromir, Steward-prince of Gondor, were woebegone. The unfortunate occurrence had happened too quickly, how could they have done nothing? The Ring-bearer and the Dark Lord's offspring were no more, no one could survive so long underwater. It was impossible. So, it was how the Fellowship was going to end? On a crushing failure? Gandalf the gray was speechless, on all possible scenarios, he would not have imagined this one possible. Gimli, son of Gloin, had lowered his helmet by question of respect, the Wizard was almost certain he had seen him cry. There was nothing to do anymore. Nothing. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, thought otherwise. The Ring-bearer was no more, surely, but he did not want to believe that his Witch had just suffered the same fate. Not now, not after they had just met again. As selfish as it may seem, Legolas did not want to live without her, not again. The Ellon dived into the cold water, determined to find her body, but he was stopped. Two hands placed on his shoulders, two desolated looks.

Distant screams filled the deep water, moving around the two drowned figures. Her fluttering eyes opened: her companions, they were shouting. But it stopped. The water were no more moving, only growling against their skins, thus filled by water again. The monster had devoured them, few oxygen remained in her watery lungs. Another heart beat. Frodo. He was still alive, he had just fainted. Frodo, hold up. Please. She prayed, holding his frail body a little more tight against her chest. She had to do something, anything. Hanging Frodo's hands around her neck, she placed her hands against the slimy walls that were imprisoning both of them. It was her only chance, but it was risky: the water could boiled and killed the Hobbit. Aoife let her flames propagated around her, forcefully pressing her hands more and more against the monster's skin. It screeched. No, she thought, the water dangerously warmed up. It ran down her throat.

Her body immersed into the water, her watery lungs, she fought against this powerful hand on her throat. Then she heard them, a crying child and a screaming woman. She, screamed too, inside the water, where no one could hear her voice.

"Ada. Please, stop. STOP!" The little girl, a very young Elleth, was crying out loud. She bounced up and down, many new emotions she never had felt before running through her petite body. Her cheeks were puffy and red, just like her pointed ears.

"Don't you dare to give your father orders, little bitch." He lift the Witch outside the water, dragging her chocking figure on the bloody ground, her own blood. "Without me, you would not even exist, Arlan. Show me some respect. Get down on your knees!" He screamed, he made the little Elleth shaking as she kneeled, still crying.

"Sauron, please. Leave my daughters, I promise I will never escape again." The brown-haired Elleth kneeled down, holding her hands together. "I beg you."

"After all I have done for you, this is how you thank me? You're nothing but pathetic whores." The Dark Lords spatted. "Oh please, only the little crying bitch is your child." He lift the exhausted body of the Witch of Chaos near his face. "Aoife is my child. I created her. She's mine. MINE." Sauron yelled, choking her again. "She helped you to escape but trust me, it's the last time. This is what a nasty daughter deserves to be disobedient." He threw her again in the water, squeezing her neck more and more. "This is what a nasty girl deserves!" More screams filled the place.

Aoife felt something poking her thigh, a small familiar had appeared. It squealed of joy, rubbing its skull against its mistress. The little familiar was a strange mix between a minuscule mermaid and a rotten corpse. The little thing sucked water up, it regulated the temperature for its mistress to kill the monster. It squeaked again, back flipping before it disappeared. She had no other choices, she had to use her powers. The Witch could not rely on the fear she provoked on the livings, she had to stop to act like a weak woman scared of her powers. She had to act like the Witch of Chaos she was: a real Beast.