The Unexpected | LotR Fanfiction

Chapter 42

         

Duvaineth's icy eyes bore into mine, a dangerous gleam glittering in them.

"What are you doing here?" I said quietly, careful not to move quickly as to not startle her. Adrenaline rushed my veins, blood pounded desperately in my ears.

"To kill you, silly." Her lips tilted up in a mad smile.

Her dagger sliced open the scab I already had on my throat. I winced at the sting.

"Alagosson will be pleased." That name. Wasn't th—I didn't have time to think about that.

I wish I had enough sense in me to be like my male friends and keep a dagger underneath my pillow—

Without warning, I grabbed her cold wrist. Still holding on, I pushed her hand away and sat up quickly. I twisted her hand violently, and her dagger dropped. I threw it away from us.

She laughed, making me drop her hand in surprise.

"My, my, you have changed. I didn't believe him when he said it."

I still couldn't believe she was here. Last I saw her, she had run off into the forest. She was just an elleth that had been taken hostage by orcs. Or so I thought. She had been carrying around a Palantir. Now I know why.

Valar, was she a great actress. She was able to hide her insanity well.

Her dark hair framed her dark eyes, shifting as she took me in.

"More muscle too. And scars." Her eyes fixed on where the shoulder of my nightgown had fallen.

I quickly pushed the sleeve back up.

Do I scream for help and pray she won't kill me before someone comes? Do I find a way to kill her and hope she doesn't have another weapon on her—?

"I wonder, will that ellon of yours cry when he finds you dead?"

She licked her lips, "I'd love to see that."

My eyes widened.

"But first your rose blood will spill."

"Wait!" My hands shot out to signal her to stop. Surprisingly, she froze in place.

I need to buy me some time.

"Whose Alagosson? Where are you from?"

She laughed. "Still naïve and stupid. All you need know is we are stationed in Mordor, where no armies can penetrate. Not even you, little Forceful-One."

Slowly, I moved my legs out from under me.

"I've heard of Alagosson."

I let my legs dangle over the bed.

Her eyes glazed over, icy eyes going far away. "Oh yes. His fame will spread across the lands. My malign lord will be feared and known by all!"

So Kaylessa and the Queen weren't chasing after a name with no sustenance. But still, who is he?

"Enough about him," she snapped, then licked her lips. "Let's get to know you now. Specifically, how fast your blood spurts from your throat."

My hand stilled and I leaned away from her slightly, inching my fingers towards salvation.

But she saw where my hand had been going.

Duvaineth growled. I threw myself across the bed towards the only weapon I could use. Why hadn't I just kept the dagger?