Mistress of the Fellowship (LOTR)

* 41 * Blood

She had been poisoned! Believed to be one of the most disrespectful manners of death an Alexzandron could suffer and he had just witnessed the last die in that very way.

His pain was so great he had not noticed the wizard regain control and have him pinned against the wall.

Saruman retrieved the sword Kordelia had worn and held it up next to his face.

"Your mother's blade is one of great beauty but even greater power." Mocked the wizard

"It will be an honor to die by an Alexzandron blade, even if it is by a cowardly creature such as yourself!" Thayonidas snapped at him.

"Your death will be long and painful. No one to mourn for you. No one to remember your name. The elven king will be greatly pleased to hear of the bastard's death. You will die just like your half brother."

Thayonidas glared at him and hissed, "You cannot kill him. I may hate him but I will not allow you the pleasure of his blood!" with that Thayonidas head butted the wizard causing him turn his head to the side for a moment and there he saw something he couldn't believe.

Kordelia was rising to her feet with blood running from numerous cuts on her face, neck, and hands but she stood up with defiance and glared at the wizard as she took three strides toward him before stopping and turning her head to the side and spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood before she said, "Death is much too good for you!" and without a moment for Saruman to realize what she meant, the Alexzandron woman had her father's sword, Altotaltheo, and she struck Saruman's staff causing it to break.

Kordelia was flipped through the air as the magic was expelled from the staff and dissolved into nothing leaving Saruman at a loss.

The wizard stood there both horrified and in shock while Thayonidas stood with pride and a joyous smile.

Kordelia pushed herself up with shaky arms from the stone floor where she landed and had a moment of annoyance as she looked and saw herself in a white gown. When she had struck the white wizard's staff it had in a way made her pure on the outside. It was a shame it didn't work on the inside for if it had, none of them would be in Isenguard. When she looked up she met eyes with Thayonidas and found herself smiling. This was not a part of the plan. Could this truly end with them walking away victorious?

Thayonidas assured her with his gaze as if saying, "Yes, you have triumphed." And for a moment she allowed this to sink into her heart and dared to wonder if perhaps the future could be glorious.

But her hope was soon shattered as she saw shock in Thayonidas's eyes. She followed his glance down and gasped, "No!" as her eyes saw the silvery blade sticking out through his chest. Saruman had cowardly impaled Thayonidas through the back and the wizard had done it with Thayonidas's mother's sword.

The wizard had aimed true and they all knew the wound was to be fatal.

Kordelia looked at the cowardly wizard desperately wanting and needing to kill him where he stood but something in her heart said no.

She looked at the wizard who looked at her with a new fear in his eyes as he anticipated the pain and death he was to be given. She spoke low but in a manner she knew he could hear every word. "Every bone in my body is screaming to shed your blood here upon Orthanc. I want you to suffer. I want you to feel pain. You will suffer and feel pain unlike anything you've ever imagined." With that she held the fire sword ready to strike but her words betrayed something unexpected, "You will suffer in your own doings. You are less than a rat and I will not relieve you of your burden. You will answer for your doings for the rest of your days."

She stared at him for a moment longer before her eyes caught on Thayonidas who was swaying all too near the balcony. Kordelia ran to him and grabbed his hands just as he lost his footing and began to tip off of the edge.

Kordelia's surefooting could do almost nothing against the glassy smooth black stone and they both went over the edge.