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Private and we run and we don't look back

Discussion in 'Dread Wastes' started by Jaesa Willsaam, Aug 13, 2019.

  1. Jaesa Willsaam

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    AUGUST 12, 108

    It had been a while since he had left her bedchambers, telling her to get some rest so that she would be of use to him once more when he returned. She didn't know where he was going, but it had sounded like he'd be gone for a while. And somehow, he had left and actually believed her lies that she was ill. Not that they were entirely lies, though. She did feel ill, and the puddle of vomit on the floor stood as a testament to how much her stomach was roiling. Just thinking of what had been happening the past couple of weeks was enough to make her feel like she could have emptied her belly again, if there'd been anything to expel.

    She couldn't believe what had been done to her memories. Forgetting Kylo had been one thing. Ultimately, that hadn't been harmful, just inconvenient. But what had happened at the end of July, that had been nothing but harmful. She remembered it all, remembered how it had seemed to her like the entire three years of her life in Pandora had been changed. She'd gone crawling back to Sauron, done the very thing she'd been so determined not to do ever again. She'd loved him again, served him, done anything for him, slept with him. She felt filthy, and every time she moved she felt the reminder of what she had done with him, what she'd allowed him to do to her in the form of barely healed cuts and gashes along her skin. And the bullet holes, too. The wounds from the previous day, taking Prometheus Dust bullets for him, without even a thought for herself. Fucking hell.

    She could have been killed protecting him!

    That very thought made her want to punch something. She wanted to find one of his orcs and wrap her fingers around its throat and crush the fucking life out of it just to make herself feel better. Not that it would. Nothing was going to fix this. Nothing would take away what she had done in the past couple of weeks. Last night.

    Once long enough had passed since Sauron - not her Master, never again! - had left with commands for her to rest up that he was far enough away not to unexpectedly return at the worst moment, Jaesa threw on her clothes and left the bedchamber, saberstaff at her waist. She met no resistance along the fortress halls; she could go anywhere she liked, so long as she did not leave the grounds. One of the rewards promised to her once he returned was that prohibition being lifted, but she knew that until he did return, she would not be allowed to leave the grounds at all.

    The other reward swam to the forefront of her mind, then. The return of the lidless eye carved into her flesh, a display of possession she had sickeningly desired. While it had been promised upon his return as a reward for what she had done for him yesterday, she knew that if he came back and caught her trying to leave, realised her memories were back to normal, she would still be branded again, to prove that she belonged to him no matter what memories she had. If he caught her, she was never going to be able to leave ever again.

    She only had one shot at getting the hell out of this place, she knew.
     
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    He took extra care with Fëanáro's hands, and of course Þauron would. He knew what he was, knew what that would mean to him in a way only one who had once dedicated their life to creation ever possibly could. The elf's fingers had been broken one by one, bones shattered, twisted and contorted into impossible shapes so many times now....

    And then at the end of it, always, always healed again. To leave him in dread for the next day, as he was forced to watch the most important piece of him destroyed again? No more.

    The pain still echoed across his hands, a dull throbbing that twisted into a sour jolt whenever he moved them. As his fist closed around the fallen orc's blade now, Fëanáro gritted his teeth. He cast a final glance back to his cell, the guard lying before his cage's fallen door, hinges undone, worked free by some enterprising individual...

    Fëanáro shook his head, pushed on ahead. There was no time to glory in his own cleverness. Others would have heard the gurgling death-cry of the beast and be coming soon. He had no intentions of sticking around to meet them

    Every inch of his body cried out against him as he moved. Gashes torn over his flesh, half-healed now wept again with fresh blood as their scabs broke open. He crept through the shadows, not because he wanted to -- Þauron's Void-damned beasts could see in the dark, it would have made no difference what he did -- but because his own body forced him to.

    Even so, he still managed to move with all of the silent grace his kind were well known for. The orcs he met along his way were not long for this world -- he had to be swift, lest the beast's noise summon their compatriots to him.He'd gotten lucky thus far, managing to make it up, out of the dungeons.

    But then, he'd turned the corner. He saw the girl, Þauron's precious pet. The one that had dragged him to this place to begin with. They faced one another, head on, there was no denying it, or escaping it. If he died now, however, it would not be without a fight -- even f that fight did not last long.
     
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    Every instinct in her body told her to just run, but she walked with as much the same kind of air as she had the past fortnight as she could manage, well enough that neither orc nor slave that passed looked twice at her. There was nothing strange about their Lord's prized, precious pet stalking the vaulted corridors alone. The danger was not in the fortress itself, but outside.

    Or... It seemed that there was indeed going to be a danger presenting itself in these halls.

    She sensed him through the Force before she saw him, the elf she had so easily taken down days ago, and helped Sauron torment and torture. She had enjoyed it then, but when she turned the corner, saw him, and her eyes alighted upon certain wounds that she knew she had inflicted, she felt nothing but guilt and a caustic, bitter-tasting disgust and self-loathing the like of which she had not felt in a year. Not since the last time she'd tortured people under Sauron's instructions.

    They both stopped dead at the exact same moment, their eyes locked on each other. Jaesa noted the blade in his ruined hand, the dark blood catching the dim light of the nearby brazier. Even so badly wounded as he was, he'd managed to escape the dungeons. Not that he'd get much further, and she was sure that thought was flickering in his mind right then. He would assume she was still so deeply under Sauron's influence. There was, of course, no reason to assume otherwise.

    She heard and sensed the orcs coming after the elf before she saw them. When they skidded around the corner, they, too, stopped. They also had no reason to believe that Jaesa was not here to see the elf right back to his cell to undergo punishment in order to humble him before their Lord returned.

    All it would take was a word from her. She could end the elf's escape attempt before it even truly began and then continue on her way to her own escape.

    She could.

    But would she?

    She hesitated, tongue running across her bottom lip. It took only a moment for her to decide. She could not, in all good conscience, send him back to that cell. Fuck! Clenching one hand into a fist at her side, she lifted the other, but instead of using the Force against the elf, it was several of the orcs who were lifted into the air, cracks echoing through the air as she snapped their necks with contemptuous ease. Unfortunately, she had not accounted for the orcs who had appeared at the other end of the hallway behind her, not until she heard a screech of "Betrayal!"
     
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    They moved with all of the fleet-footed grace of a herd of cattle. Fëanáro could hear them tromping up the halls from behind, moving all to swiftly nearer and nearer as he stood here ready to die fighting for his freedom from this girl. A low curse escaped him, his eyes darting back around the corner, his grasp on the sword in his hand shifting just slightly.

    He could fight them, of course he could. But what would that bring him? Safe passage back to his cell and the very place he'd risked so much to escape? It would be no better than to just wait. With for the girl to send him back down and lock him away again. Better atleast to let her try and come for him, better to fall at her hand, fighting with his all rather than to a craven pack of the spawn of Morringotto's malice.

    But she didn't attack him. The orcs skidding to a stop behind him, seeing the one person, second only to their Master in this prison, and they waited. She clenched her fist at her side raising a hand to tap into that Power she possessed. Fëanáro braced himself.

    But it never came.

    Instead the echoing crack of multiple necks snapping came from behind him. Fëanáro blinked. There was not time to fully process just what had happened however. More orcs were coming fast, their shouts echoing down the corridors as they realized what had just happened.

    The orcs surged forward, one of the beasts swinging it's blade out for the girl. There was no time to hesitate, no time to question who's side she even was on any longer or what had just passed between them. He could only act,leaping forward, and running the orc through.
     
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    She should have noticed the danger from behind her. She would have noticed, normally, but her head was spinning, real memories and fake swhirling together. She felt sick, she was in pain, her emotions were all over the place and her head was not as much in the game as it should have been. That was the only reason she didn't realise there were orcs behind her until she heard that screech, until she spun on her heel and found an orc right there, mouth open in almost comical shock, a dribble of dark blood running down its chin. And then it fell, leaving more blood on the elf's stolen blade.

    For a moment, Jaesa just stared at him. He'd just saved her life, despite the fact that he was here because of her, despite what she had done to him. For all he knew, this could all have been a grand game to toy with him, because the lives of a handful of orcs weren't worth much really, were they? And yet he'd just saved her life anyway.

    She didn't say thank you. In the circumstances, they seemed like they would ring hollow, so she didn't bother. Instead, she gave a curt nod, before she activated her saberstaff and a sweeping arc with the long, gleaming golden blades cleaved three orcs in half as they surged forward, cauterising as they passed through flesh and bone with a sizzling sound and the scent of burning orc meat.

    When the corridor was empty, Jaesa scowled down at the bodies. Well, that was her attempt to at least get out of the fortress proper without any issue ruined. She could hear more orcs coming, sensed their twisted signatures through the Force, heard their shouts. For a moment, she looked at the direction to the exit. She had planned on being able to simply walk through the main entrance of the fortress, because she shouldn't have met any resistance at all until she got too close to the gate.

    But now, thanks to the elf choosing now to make his bid for freedom, such a brazen stroll through the grounds as though nothing at all was different was out of the question. Her head snapped around to look at him again, her fingers tightening on her hilt. A large part of her wanted to leave him to his own devices. He was injured far worse than she was and would only slow her down.

    But he had made it out of the dungeons. And he'd saved her life. She owed him. She owed him a lot more than this, in truth, after what she had done to him.

    "We only have one shot to get the fuck out of here," she told him curtly. "I had been hoping to get as far as the gate before they realised I was trying to get out. That's not going to work any more. We have to go now."
     
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    Þauron's beasts fell in a blur of black blood and golden light. They shrunk back from it, their hands darting up to their eyes as though it were a bough from Laurelin herself that the girl fought with, their flesh sizzled as her blades sliced thoug the beasts. The light caught off of Fëanáro's own sword, making black blood gleam as he carved through whatever of the orcs managed to dart out of the girl's own whirling path.

    As the last corpse fell, the corridor was left with only he and the girl still standing, in a hall that reeked of burning orc. His strength gave out then, A stitch running up his side making his breathing feel tight, as he stumbled forward, just managing to catch himself. Oh,and the blood was running from his wounds now.

    It was an utterly stupid thing to do, in the grand scheme of it all. Fool hardly, to risk his own life or the sake of the woman who mere days ago had stood over him, who left wounds that even now he could so clearly identify. If he had thought about it, she would likely be dead. He would then only have this horde of orcs to contend with, even wounded as he was he considered this the far better option. Yet...

    Yet, he had no time to think. He acted on instinct, and apparently instinct led him towards a path more honorable than even he himself thought he was capable of any longer. Ah, lovely, and just in the moments he needed to be the treacherous villain he was sure his half-brother would have him remembered as.

    He could feel her eyes on him. His scowl turned from the blood-stained tile just before him, and the lifeless claw now grasping at nothing, back up to meet her eyes. His expression was a challenge, even now. He could see te way her fingers tightened around her hilt, and he dared her.

    Her next words surprised him however. He pulled himself back to his full height, adjusting his grasp on his sword. Hehesitated for a long moment, eyeing her. He could hear the approaching orcs, a new band come to take the place of those who had already died. He could not bring himself to trust her, not fully, but...

    There did ot seem to be ay other choice. He gestured for her to lead the way. "Then let us be gone."
     
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    This was a ridiculous idea, she couldn't help but tell herself. The last thing she needed was a wounded escapee slowing her down. This could only go wrong, and the very thought of what would happen if Sauron returned to find her trying to flee from him, realised that she had actually half-lied about being struck down with some illness, filled her with stark, cold terror. He'd done terrible things to her in the past. He'd tortured her for days to punish her for carrying on with Wolfgang three years ago, leading to her taking Perrin's hand and running away.

    But if he actually caught her in the process of escaping, she wondered if she would envy the elf his own experiences. She could not risk everything by bringing someone else along.

    And yet, she couldn't just leave him either. This was different from all those faceless prisoners she had left to die in that woman's lair when she'd rescued Kylo and Rey. This prisoner was there because of her, had suffered at her own hand as well as Sauron's. She owed him a debt that would never be repaid in full.

    Still, this was the last thing she needed.

    She didn't expect him to trust her enough to take her at her word so quickly. For all he knew, she was giving him the false hope of an escape only to lead him right back to her beloved Master. Maybe it was something in her face, or the curt urgency in her tone. She didn't know and she didn't care. If he didn't follow, that was on him and she would just leave him.

    But, she thought, as she set off at a brisk pace that would probably be easily matched by someone so much taller than her as him even with his injuries, perhaps there would be a boon to having to make sure he also got out of here safe and alive. The more she had to think about and to focus on, the easier it was to push everything else aside. That huge wave of despair and guilt and self-loathing that threatened to drown her if she didn't keep it held back.

    Instead of heading towards the main exit as she had originally planned, she led the elf off down a narrower corridor towards a postern instead. She did not know the layout of the fortress perfectly even after two weeks and had often got lost in its labyrinthine halls, but she did remember the smaller, lesser-used door leading out into a quieter section of the fortress' grounds. How far they'd get before the orcs came upon them she didn't know, though she was confident enough in being able to handle them when they did. It was the number of enemies outside that worried her, and the reason why she had wanted to escape attention for as long as possible until she reached the exterior walls.

    "Don't fall behind," she told the elf, thinking of how he had flagged under the weight of his wounds. "I'm not coming back for you if you do." Harsh, perhaps, but she could not risk being caught any more than she was already. Nothing was worth that risk, short of her finding that Kylo was imprisoned here, and she knew for a fact that he was not.
     
  8. Fëanor

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    It made no sense. That was why he followed her now. It made no sense to put him through such paces. to make it seem as if escape was so near only to snatch it away from him at the last moment. Þauron was cruel, of that there was no doubt, he he would never put such a deed past him in wanting to break his prisoner's minds, to rob them of all hope. To twist them into creatures as foul as his own orcs. But to play such an elaborate game? To what end? Oh there was hate and malice in the Fallen Maia's eyes whenever he looked upon Fëanáro. Jealousy, he might even go so far as to say -- and let others call it arrogance if they would -- that he had created something even greater than anything even shaped by Þauron's hands. But for something like this...

    No there had to be a reason.

    Evil payed unto itself. Þauron's forces were created through cruelty, would it truely be a surprise if even this girl was brought to his side in the same manner? And if she had finally had enough, if she were to decide to turn on her Master...well as they say: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

    For now.

    She led him down a narrow corridor, out of the way and likely less well traveled. He managed to keep up with her own swift pace, though his heart raced near as fast as his mind, and he was sure that if he allowed either to slow for even a moment the pain would soon catch up with him and even the adrenaline coursing through his blood would not be enough to save him then.

    A sharp snort escaped him as she warned that if he were to fall behind she would not return for him. "And if you did, you expect I would accept it? What use have I for a companion so faithless?"
     
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    His response was not a surprising one in any sense of the word. She looked over her shoulder at him, looked up at his looming figure, with a frown on her face, before she turned her gaze forward again. Faithless was a word that dug at her, a hook that twisted into her heart and made her guilt pool even deeper. She'd been faithless to Wolfgang, allowing Sauron to get a hold over her and spending a stupid, foolish night with him. And Kylo... She'd woken up that morning next to Sauron. It was different, yes, very much so, and it could easily be argued that this time it wasn't her fault at all, but it still didn't stop her from feeling like an unfaithful snake.

    "Matters are complicated," she said, quietly and tersely. "If we actually get out of here with our lives, I will explain, but for now just know that I..." She grimaced. "I was not of my right mind." That was the most succinct way of putting it. Pandora had changed her memories and with it her personality, her beliefs, her love, everything. She'd been trapped in a world that existed only as Pandora's erroneous creation in her own head, and Sauron had taken full advantage.

    "By all means, though, find a way out on your own," she continued. "You need me more than I need you." He could not pull off a feat like snapping several orcs' necks in an instant. Her voice held no arrogance or misplaced confidence. It was a simple fact. He was badly injured, and though he might have been more useful than she'd expected, he was still just going to slow her down and had already forced her to change her plans.

    When they reached the postern, the small door was naturally locked. Not a problem, not for Jaesa, but she could still hear the orcs behind getting closer. Activating only a single golden blade of her lightsaber, she pushed it directly into the thick iron-banded wood, hearing it crack as the blade sank right in and burned the wood, tiny flames licking around the edges where the blade had gone in. And then she began to cut through the door. Locks were no obstacle.

    "Keep watch," she told the elf, before returning her focus to her work.
     
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    Complicated, she'd called her current situation, promising him an explanation as soon as they'd made it to safety. Complicated, as if that even covered it! Complicated was the re-creation of Proto-Eldarin, or ensuring that your entire family of nine were dressed and prepared for a formal function at their Grandfather's Palace! She was working for bloody Þauron.

    Suffice to say, he had little care for the reasons she had found herself there, and it was only those last words that held his tongue and kept him from saying as much."I was not of my right mind." Whatever was hidden beneath those words....ai, well recent events had given him enough courtesy to keep his mouth shut. Some might say that he knew too well what it was to not be of one's right mind.

    And...he did need her, like it or not. He'd never admit to it aloud, of course , but...she had greater knowledge of this place than he'd been able to gain, locked away in his cell. And that trick she'd pulled with the orcs had been rather impressive as well.

    They came to the end of the way, reaching a small postern, the door locked. The orcs were pressing in closer. Fëanáro silently cursed. But the girl merely activated one of the glowing blades of her weapon, shoving it through thick oak and iron. Despite himself, the elf couldn't help but eye her actions, as flames began to lick around the edgeof the gash she was carving into the door. He remembered how neatly she'd sliced through his own sword before. Was there nothing untouchable to that blade?

    She didn't need to tell him twice to keep watch. The echoing tromp of orcish feet soon reminded him of just where he was and what he was meant to be doing. When the first of the beasts turned down the corner, it's dark, misshapen form growing to clarity in the shadow-haunted light cast by the light of the girl's weapon, he was ready, catching the edge of the blade it swung on his own, and shoving the creature back.His sword cut across it's throat, felling the creature with a fluid motion, but he could feel the exertion creeping up on him.

    "If you don't mind!" He called over his shoulder to the girl, just as the rest of the creature's horde began to filter in.
     
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    The saber's progress through the wood was slower than she'd like, the door thick and requiring work to drag the bright blade through. She put all of her weight onto the blade, pushing it downward, listening to the sound of the elf stuck between the locked door and the orcs that were surely going to close in before she was done. She heard the clang of metal on metal as he caught a blade against his own, then the thud of the orc hitting the floor, though she didn't look around, focused as she was on forcing the saber through the thick, knotted wood of the door.

    "I'm sure you can manage to give me just a moment," she snapped back without looking at him. She didn't care if it was harsh to snap at him at all, or if he might notice that her demeanour was different to the way it had been when she'd been fawning at Sauron's side. Her life might not be on the line but just because she was too valuable for Sauron to kill did not mean he would not make her wish for death for the rest of the life, if he didn't just straight-out use his ring on her. Suffice to say, her nerves were fucking shot, and she was running on pure adrenaline from working on escaping that was stopping her just crumpling to the floor in tears.

    Even though progress wasn't that slow, it was still taking too much time to cut out a hole that they would be able to duck through, so instead she cut out the heavy iron lock, leaving a hole with glowing edges licked by tiny flames. And then, all it took was a heavy burst of Force energy to blast the door wide open. Rather than a fresh breeze drifting in from outside, she felt like she was hit right in the nose by the volcanic stink in the air.

    She dashed through the door, only to look over her shoulder and realise that the elf, still in the narrow corridor, was surrounded by orcs.
     
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    A moment! Yes, easy for her to say while he was the one who stood between her and and an oncoming orcish horde! A short grunt escaped him as he dove beneath a singing club, sweeping forward to spear his attacker through. Even as that one fell, another rushed in to take it's place -- and not without friends either.

    The elf cursed. Perhaps the girl might have even been making speed were events otherwise. As it stood now, each moment in that corridor, the air hot and clogged with the stench of burning wood and orc blood, lased an eternity. Another flash of a blade that he barely dodged, right past his eyes, the laughter and taunts of the orcs twisting i the echoing space to an indecipherable din.

    "Your 'im then? You're the bloody great Fëanor?" One of the Beast's laughed. The elf's eyes were glittering now, as his balde swung forward. "Ha! Wait 'till I tell--"

    He was cut short then, the rest of his words replaces by a gurgling, gasping sound as he dropped his sword, hands clasping around the bloody gash sliced through his throat.

    Perhaps it was better this way, with only the blood singing through his ears and the deadly rhythm of his sword-strokes to hold his attention. Where there was no room for the stiff, twisted bone and muscle in his hands, or the gasping wounds now opening like bloody, screaming maws across his flesh. To be one step constantly ahead of the pain and the weariness.

    He knew once this was all over, after all, it would soon catch up to him.

    And then, there was a sudden crash. No breath of fresh air, but rather the searing heat and the reek of the brimstone that settled over all of the fortress outside. Fëanáro glanced back over his shoulder, towards the girl breaking free. Cutting down another orc, he made to flee as well. Even as he spun towards the door however, the world turned with him. He skidded as he stepped, missed his own footing, stumbled forward.

    And the orcs took their opportunity to overtake him.
     
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    His wounds got the better of him. He slipped and stumbled, trying to follow her through the door, but the orcs took advantage of that opening to swarm around him. This was her moment to ditch the unwanted baggage and just go. Hell, if she didn't have him with him she might actually be able to go back to her original plan, because surely word of what had happened in the fortress won't have reached those outside yet. What was it she had said to him not a minute earlier?

    Don't fall behind. I'm not coming back for you if you do.

    Her hand tightened around the hilt of her lightsaber. This is it. He's fallen behind. Stick to your threat and just fucking leave him. The words hissed in her mind, and she half-turned on her heel, body tensing to flee.

    And then she turned back again, towards the overcome elf.

    "Fucking hell," she growled under her breath. She went back through the door, closed the distance between herself and the swarmed elf. With a single hand gesture, a shimmering shield of Force energy sprang up around him, deflecting any blows the beasts might have managed to land before she reached him. And then she put herself in the way, using the Force again to push him towards the door, towards safety, while she activated the second blade of her lightsaber, transforming the single-handed weapon into its usual staff-like form, as long as the corridor was wide.

    She set upon them, shadows lurching and shivering against the wall as the twin golden blades of her saberstaff whirled and spun, sweeping this orc's head off, eviscerating that orc, cleaving another's skull in two. The orcs cried out, struggling to move away, unable to do anything in the corridor against such a weapon. It wasn't just that she'd been Sauron's favoured prize that she was the second most feared being in this damned place. She was not a combatant like any elf or man they'd ever faced before, no armour or weapon ever succeeding in blocking her blows.

    In mere seconds, she stood surrounded by corpses, breathing sharply. Not because it had been difficult felling them all, but because in her quick movements and reflexes, she had broken up half-healed wounds, blood oozing from several gashes and the wounds where she'd taken the bullets the day before. Nothing so bad as what the elf suffered, of course. Deactivating the lightsaber so that the light and sound didn't attract further attention, Jaesa turned back to the elf. She'd taken a hit against her upper arm in the scuffle, but in the adrenaline she felt nothing.

    Nor did she say anything to draw attention to what she'd just done. She just pushed past him and led the way outside.
     
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    It all happened too quickly for him to react to. One moment he'd been swarmed, his world narrowed to the blades and cudgels he was fending off, darting away from or just barely catching on the edge of his own blade as he cleaved out a space for him to pushed himself back onto his feet. The next...

    The next the air around him seemed to shimmer -- something in the air finally getting to him, he assumed at first. The orcs still swung at him, trying to land a blow...only they didn't. Nothing came through that space before him, as though it had become some kind of a shield. And then, in a blur of motion, she was there, leaping before him, and sending him once more flying back, this time out through the door.

    He twisted himself to atleast land in some half-way respectable pose this time, mid-crouch, his hands and feet skidding through the dirt of the camp. Better than lying sprawled out on his back again. Eru, but he was growing sick of being tossed about as though he were some child's toy ball!

    In the time it had taken him to stand and peer back down the corridor again, she'd cut through all of them, leaving them as smoking, dismembered corpses littering the way. He could say nothing as she walked past him, only able to follow. What was he meant to say? 'You came back,' much too clearly stated the obvious, and the words would be too weak if he were to thank her.

    She had just saved his life.

    Eru curse him to the void....

    So he followed her in silence, eyeing her thoughtfully, struck at last by this sudden change in demeanor.
     
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    She was not happy with her sudden attack of conscience and compassion. Rarely was she ever pleased with such. Weakness. She could have easily just left him there, left him to die and take the heat off her as she fled. He wasn't the only prisoner in this place. There were so many others down in those dungeons, prisoners she spared not a single thought for as she abandoned them to their fate just as she had left the others in Semirhage's cells. But not this one. She knew why, of course. Because this one was there because of her.

    Kicking a rock as she left the fortress, she held her lightsaber hilt tightly in one hand as she led the way across the scarred ground. Out in the open, however, her confidence wavered. She didn't really know what to do from here. She had had a plan that would never work with the elf in tow, and she was not particularly subtle or skilled with subterfuge. How to sneak herself and an injured elf through crowded training grounds, she didn't know.

    Twice before she had escaped Sauron; once, when she had merely needed to be convinced to flee from his smithy in Misty Hollow. No enemies there to get around. The second time had been after he'd disappeared in front of her, just as the Calamity had started. Half of his small camp had been in terrified disarray as earthquakes ripped at the ground. Not once had she had to escape through fortress grounds crawling with more than just the orcs and wargs that he'd always had before.

    Again, she wished that she'd just sent the elf back to his cell when she'd first seen him. Without him, without the evidence of her betrayal littering the halls, she could have walked unmolested through the grounds and only met resistance once she reached the gates. That would have been so much easier than having to get through with a prisoner at her heels, as news of his escape and her treachery spread.

    Turning on her heel without warning, she faced the elf. "How fast do you think you could run?" she asked him. He was covered in blood, every part of exposed skin telling of the horrors perpetrated against him. Most by Sauron. Several by her. "Do you think you can climb? Jump?" Using the Force, she could probably scale the mountains by the gates, leaping lightly from ledge to ledge. How much would he be able to do himself? She was unsure if she would able to use the Force to lift him all the way.
     
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    Stunned silence and surprise could only last so long and it was not log before his pride took to surface again, the sudden howling wind, that ever reliable constant, in the maelstrom of thought that torrented through him. He was covered in blood. In the looming shadow of the fortress, it was all too easy to become aware of that fact. He'd been overtaken already, needed to be rescued just moments ago and it galled him.

    Dead weight. It hardly took a genius to see that was what the girl considered him as, especially with the distant, yet all-too-near sounds of the training yards reaching his ears.

    And then she turned on him, asking if he could climb, if he could jump, how fast could he run?

    The obvious answer was written in blood, plainly across his body, for all the world to read. That dd not stop the the way the elf's tongue clicked against his teeth however. "I will do as I must." He insisted. He could endure far more than a Mortal Man, the fact that he stood at all payed testament enough to that fact. Still, even he felt, behind all the bravado that it was by but a thread.

    It was not as though he hadn't attempted the impossible before however. And if he died...well the girl would have one less thing to concern herself with. It should not matter much to her.

    He shrugged, "If that is not enough than I shall die anyway. Better now than at the whims of Þauron."
     
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    Jaesa had asked because of the physical evidence before her. Because even though he was covered in injuries that would have had any normal man barely able to even remain conscious, he was still walking and still able to somewhat fight. She had no idea what else he would be up to doing in his state, but she did doubt her own capabilities to actually be able to get him over the gates or the mountainsides.

    Fighting and using the Force were the only things she had any confidence in, but she was not in peak physical condition herself. The fight in the corridor had broken open wounds of her own, both bullet wounds and marks Sauron had left on her the night before and other nights before that. She tried her hardest not to even think of them even as they oozed blood. More pressing than the broken-open wounds however was her emotional state. She was presenting a different face entirely to the elf, hiding just how much she was struggling to stay on her feet and keep going. She could not get both of them over any gate or cliffs using the Force, even if he could keep up with her.

    She heaved a sigh, mind running through ideas of how the fuck she was supposed to get them both out. Leave him hissed through her mind again, but she pushed it away. And then as soon as she did, she realised that thought had some actual merit. She could get herself out, and then she could come back for him. There would be no danger in doing so unless Sauron came back earlier than planned, and a scan through the Force, touching on the vast abyss of his malevolence, told her he was still far away.

    "Find somewhere to hide," she told the elf. "You're never going to be able to keep up and I can't get you out myself." It grated to say so, to imply that she would be too weak in the astonishing powers she'd so far displayed, to be able to get him out. "I have a ship a way away. I'll come back and pick you up." Fucking bleeding heart idiot girl.
     
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    "Hide?!" He bristled at the thought, could have nearly choked on the very word. It was only the ring of iron against iron and the grunts of the orcs nearby that kept his voice below a shout. What did she wish him to do, burrow into the earth as though he were a common hare?

    He fought his own battles! He came to the shores of Endórë to challenge Moringotto, himself! And now...to be told to just shuffle himself aside somewhere while someone else went off to fetch their means of escape...

    While the girl who had dragged him here in the first place -- who had tormented him so willingly at her master's word -- went off to fetch their means of escape. Even beyond his own pride, how could he ever accept such a plan? To place all trust and hope in breathing free air again on her? Who was to say she would not just turn and leave him here to rot?

    "You must be mad." The elf hissed, "You expect me to believe you will return to this place once having left? I do not know what lies and mistruths your master has been filling your head with, girl, but whatever you may believe I am hardly stupid."
     
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    Even knowing so little of him as she did, Jaesa knew he would protest. She would have in his position, too. Nor could she blame him for not trusting what she said, but she glared at him anyway. It was easier to channel irritation, easier to focus on that so that she didn't just crumble.

    "He is not my master," she spat, unable to even look past that comment without correcting it first. The bitten off words had enough venom, disgust and shame coating every syllable that only a master of duplicity - like Sauron himself - would have been able to actually fake it.

    She stepped closer so that she would still be able to keep her voice low, not wanting to attract the attention of any of the orcs scattered around the place. "Trust me or not, I don't fucking care," she hissed back. "But I have already given you reason to do so, twice now. My escape would have been simple if I had just let you be taken back to your cell. Nor did I have to go back for you in there, but I did." She didn't reel the reasons off as though looking for praise, because she expected and wanted none. Nothing she had done here came close to making up for what she had done to him when her memories had been warped and twisted. There was no point even trying specifically to make up for that, because she'd never be able to.

    "I've already disrupted my own plans for you twice," she continued. "Even after I told you I would leave you behind." She threw her hands up, and turned away. "I haven't give you reason to trust me, I know, but today, I have given you no reason to distrust me either." That made little sense, but she didn't care.
     
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    She was quick to correct him, jumping on the word 'master', as though it were some poisionious creature attacking her, as though by disclaiming it she could kill the word and it could do her no harm. It was a response only too familiar to him,and the speed at which he would correct any who care call either of Indis' sons his brothers, yet even he had never truely matched the levels of pure venom that flowed through those words right now. For any other it might have been convincing.

    He was nothing if not stubborn however, and here he felt he had ever right and reason to be. But he said nothing as she came hissing right back at him, was unable to for how quick she was to point out that she could have left him to die, could have sent him back to his cell and been on her way with no further issue. And he had no argument against that. What could he say, when he still stood here, still breathing, and it was likely because of the girl.

    He grit his teeth. To quash his pride and admit that even to himself was difficult. Yet as his gaze turned towards the surrounding mountains piercing through the noxious haze, the shadows of their crags whispering of the treacherous terrain he had traveled not weeks ago, a new wave of wearriness washed over him. Each wound felt suddenly new again.

    The girl had thrown her hands up and turned away --ruining an otherwise sound argument with a final point that....did not make much sense, he couldn't help but observe, and the snort that escaped Fëanáro made his opinion on the matter all too clear. But...

    "Go." The elf grunted. A single word, and that was all. He stil did not trust her, but what other choice did he have? This was his best chance at escape, Eru save him.
     
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