Sauron's Daughter

Training in the Dark

There was an eerie silence. The Witch King broke the silence and told me,

"It is unlikely that the ring has been lost but it could of happened. Get word from goblin town, ask them for any news." I nodded and walked out of cave and into the entry for goblin town with my hood covering my face.
As I was walking along rotting wooden bridges I could hear excited shrieks coming from the heart of goblin town. As I followed the sound I saw thousands of goblins including the king surrounding two Mordor orcs. I ran to them and took out my black sword, pushing through the crowd until I put my sword to one of there throats, I'd never trained with it before but I carried with me anyway.
"What news from the dark land! Why have you fled my Father!" I yelled maliciously. The orc recognized me and shrunk a little.
"My Lady, the dark lord is dead, the scum of Gondor killed him by only cutting of his finger." He said in a raspy voice. I was shocked, the orc must have been telling the truth. The ring was only spoken about with the Nazguls and me. I yelled in anger and plunged my sword in its heart in pure fury. I stormed through the parting crowed back to the cave of the the Nazgul an empty feeling in my stomach.

When I told the Nazgul what happened they let out a piercing scream. The Witch King spoke a steely voice. 

"We will have our vengeance, but if the ring is not destroyed then the dark lord will rise again and with it will bring the destruction to men. We must return to Mordor yet it will guard heavily, only patience will win the war" 

 "If you are right in saying it will take ages for him to rise to his former power, then so be it. But we will gain strength and help it happen" I said encouraged.
"You are going to have to be trained to become a fighter," said one of the Nazgul,
 "The power of the rings carry will make his spirit become stronger." Said another.
"Very well," said the Witch king, his voice lacking emotion. "We will send a group of goblins to attack the Gondorians and take the ring. In the meantime, we will stay here and train Lady Ebony.

The goblins were sent hours after the news had reached the Misty Mountains and so my training began. I started by using my black sword and practiced sparring the other Nazgul while the Witch King watched over my progress. I had been training for a week when some of the goblins returned. Isildur had been killed but the ring was nowhere to be found. This troubled us greatly but we decided not to reveal ourselves just yet and despite being an elf I had started to enjoy the company of the Nazgul, particularly in training. Once, my sword had felt heavy and awkward in my hand but now it was beginning to feel like it was a part of me and was becoming quite fast. Since the cave was our new sanctuary we had started to build a small armory creating weapons, shields and amour. The Witch King had insisted that amour should not be used to learn sword fighting and that I would get some when I passed my test. The test was simple and I could sit it whenever I wanted. To disarm the Witch King.

After 2 months of hearing nothing and living in the cave, I decided to sit my test. I had never fought or seen the Witch King fight before so I didn't know what to expect. He took out a Morgul blade which made me already cautious. I made the first move, striking toward where his gut would be. He blocked and went to strike me. I ducked instead of blocking him which he expected and hit is sword with my own with so much force that he dropped. I didn't expect it to be that easy. "You fight like an elf" He hissed

 "I didn't know I could do that myself" I said suprised. He snarled and beckoned me to come to the amoury. I followed him there and he took me to wooden armour stand with beautiful black amour on it.
"For you" he hissed and walked out. I examined the armor closely. A black speech message had been engraved on the top. It read "2 rings to rule them all" one of the last things my father said to me. It filled me with new rage to avenge the light for what it did to my father.