𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

I wake up slowly. Everything's black. I try to sit up but I'm chained and shirtless. I look around. Orcs laughed at me. I nearly jump. They lick their lips. I'm not in Gondor or Isengard. I'm in Mordor. Already?

"It is good to see you're up." A voice says.

"Saruman." I hiss.

"Legolas, Son of Thranduil." Saruman lowers his head.

"What do you want with me?" I hiss.

"Only your service our lord has missed you dearly." He moves his hand up my chest.

His fingernails feel like jagged rocks. His skin feels cold, and his breath is rotten. I don't like this. I try to break the chains, but they are made of strong steel and iron. A man brings a book. A blue wizard. 

"So you have corrupted the two blue wizards?" I ask.

"Corrupted? No, no. Told the truth to them? Yes." Saruman answers.

"We are ready." The blue says.

 "Make him bleed." Saurman says.

Bleed? An orc jumps up and draws out a knife.

"With pleasure." He starts ripping the knife into my flesh.

I let out a scream. I have never felt this much pain before. It hurts. It burns. It feels like... like... fire burning me. Saurman starts chanting something. I can't make out the words. Its something ancient. I watch as blood spills from the wound. I then see a dark shadow rising.

"Hello my love." Sauron smiles.

"Leave me alone." I grab the chains. 

"I have use from such a body." He rises.