A/N: This is the final chapter it also contains rape. I do not own LOTR
and am making no money
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Catching sight of the black gates Aragorn was surprised to feel a sense of ease he had once associated with going home. For a moment he stopped to allow the gates to open and catch the breath he suddenly lost. Home? The idea of Mordor being home caught him completely off-guard. After twelve years Barad-dur had indeed become like a home. Which, he acknowledged to himself as he began to walk forward again, was a good thing since in all likelihood he would be here for the rest of his life. Unable to help himself his eyes drifted to the top of Barad-dur. The Red Eye was glowing brightly. Sauron was still seeking the One Ring. At least he had not yet succeeded. Closing his eyes a moment he suppressed the shudder the thought of Sauron regaining the ring sent down his spine. The evil had strengthened in the months he had been gone. He should have heeded his instincts and returned sooner, but the villagers had needed him and reaffirmation of his protection.
"My Lord."
As soon as he stepped through the gate two guards and a messenger descended on him, all before his guardian nazgul had even reached him. "Yes," he looked first to the messenger.
The young man extended a roll of parchment. "The council wishes to meet with you as soon as possible."
Slipping the parchment into a pocket Aragorn extended a hand to take the papers he knew the guards carried as well. "Tell the council we will meet after the noon meal. And have a bath prepared for me."
The messenger took off at a dead run.
Wearily Aragorn gazed down at the papers the guards had given him. It had been a long three months trying to get the necessary repairs made to the outlying villages. The winter storms this year had been excessively brutal. It still amazed him how the Lords of the land could afford every frivolous luxury and yet not have the money or time to assure that those who supplied them with their income had the basics needed for survival. The last thing he felt like dealing with was a long council session. And from what he saw when he quickly leafed through the papers in his hand as he walked, was enough to keep them meeting until tomorrow night. Sauron must not have attended a council since he'd left, he was probably going to have to reassert his authority, not something he looked forward to. What he really wanted to do was spend the day reading through all this stuff, and the minutes from the council sessions while he had been gone, and start fresh tomorrow; once he had had a chance to form his own opinions and formulate plans on what needed to be done. Maybe he could just do a quick meeting to cover the basics and adjourn until tomorrow morning? Yes, he decided. Attendance at a council could wait until tomorrow. This would be a council where he had to take control from the very beginning and never allow it out of his hands. To do that he had to be fully prepared and briefed. He was more than sure that changes had been made that he would not agree and he had to know exactly what needed to be done to set things right. As soon as he reached his rooms he drafted a message to Sauron and one to the council. In the back of his mind he hoped Sauron read the message. The longer he powered the red eye the more apparent the Dark Lord became and the more his presence was felt.
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Several hours later he had finally managed to get through most of the documents and minutes. This was going to take at least two weeks to untangle, possibly more. For things to be this out of contro he knew his guess was right thatl Sauron must have been powering the red eye almost constantly since he left. Wearily he rose to his feet and moved to look out the window, one hand tiredly rubbing his burning eyes while the other held the papers he had just finished reading. If he stayed up all night he could probably have his plans in place for tomorrow's council session.
"Gone for more than a month and when you return you can not even bother to attend council."
Caught off-guard Aragorn whirled around, only one person in Mordor was able to sneak up on him. Sauron was standing just inside the door glaring at him. Anger and menace were radiating off the Dark Lord. "I-"
Before he even had a chance to explain Sauron had stalked over to him and physically shoved him against the wall, painfully yanking his arms over his head to bind them with the curtain cord. "You must learn your place."
Unable to believe what was happening Aragorn remained frozen for a moment. When Sauron ripped the clothes from his body he kicked out desperately, trying to pull his hands free. The were bound too tight. Brutally his legs were grabbed and yanked around Sauron's waist, held tight by invisible bonds. Disconcerted he noticed that Sauron's pants were gone. The first wave of real fear raced through him as he struggled frantically with his bonds. For the first time since he had been brought here Sauron was looking at and treating him like a possessed object. "You are hurting me," he managed to say. Those words, seldom spoken and only in the last two years, had always pulled Sauron back to himself and recalled the promise he had made when Aragorn agreed to become his consort.
This time there was no response as Sauron gripped his hips tightly to hold him still. "You are mine," he hissed each word distinctly.
The words had no sooner been spoken then Aragorn felt the hands on his hips tighten enough to leave bruises and Sauron's fully erect cock shoved hard into his unprepared body. Aragorn could not stifle the cry of agony as his defenseless body was repeatedly violated and the hard trust earned over more than a decade was shattered. Vainly he struggled to free himself. Helplessly he closed his eyes, trying to pretend this was not happening. But each brutally painful thrust brought him back to himself and the horror of what was happening. It will be over soon. It will be over soon. The words kept running through his head like a mantra. After what felt like an eternity of unbearable plain Aragorn felt Sauron release deep within him. He almost sobbed with relief. It was over.
"I want more," the cold voice announced in his ear.
Leaving his hands tightly bound Sauron cut the curtain rope and dragged him over to the desk, cruelly shoving his legs as far apart as they would go as one hand swept the papers littering the desk to the floor. "No," he pleaded softly as the desk was gouged into his hips by the forceful violation of his body. "No." His eyes were drawn to the bracelet glinting at him from the floor. Since Sauron was uncomfortable with close proximity to it Aragorn had gotten himself in the habit of taking it off in his rooms. A particularly painful thrust pulled him back to full awareness. Uselessly he tried to free himself as the pain and horror overwhelmed him. In desperation Aragorn bit back his sobs and forced himself into blackness. This wasn't happening.
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Slowly Aragorn felt awareness of his surroundings seep back into his consciousness. He was alone, still face down on the desk. Almost sobbing in relief he slid to the floor and crawled over to slide his bracelet on his wrist before going to the window for his dagger to cut his bound hands. Once free he slumped down under the window shaking in horror as he curled up into a tight ball. Resolutely he ignored the pain in his backside and from the bruises Sauron's hands had left. Disbelief, anger, horror, and helplessness swirled madly through his jumbled thoughts. This had not happened. Unable to stop shuddering he curled tighter, hugging his knees to his chest, trying to slip back into the unknowing blackness.
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Sitting across from the Mouth of Sauron in his audience chamber Sauron found himself unable to focus on what was being said. Half his mind desperately wanted to get back to search for his Ring. The other half longed to check on Aragorn. His anger had cooled somewhat and now he could not get rid of the image of Aragorn sprawled brokenly on his desk, eyes open but vacant. Worry for his consort overruled his yearning for the One Ring. "Meeting is over," he announced, rising and leaving the room before anybody could move. As he strode to Aragorn's rooms he tried to get rid of his lingering anger. There had to be a reason for Aragorn's seeming casual dismissal about the council meeting. Not once in all the years he had been ruling consort had he shirked his duties in any way. To himself Sauron acknowledged that he was increasingly out of control when in his physical form. It was no longer as comfortable as it had been, since Aragorn had become his consort, to be in his skin. Even now he could feel the call of the Red Eye. Dismissing those desires he stepped into his consort's rooms- and stopped. The usual neat sitting room was a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere, blowing in the gentle breeze from the open window. Vaguely Sauron could remember pushing the papers to the floor when he had tossed Aragorn on the desk. The curtains were hanging down, a small cord about a foot long was all that was left of the rope that had held them up. The rope was lying sliced on the floor in the midst of Aragorn's torn clothes. They were in pieces. Rust colored stains dripped down the wall from Aragorn's thigh level to the floor. How badly had he hurt his consort? Glancing at the desk he could see more bloodstains. But there was no sign of Aragorn.
Quickly he ordered a hot bath prepared and Aragorn's most trusted servants to clean the room. He followed the command with a mental compunction to ignore and forget everything they saw as soon as they left the room. If only it would be so easy with Aragorn. His consort, even without the bracelet, was in no way weak. He had the strongest mind Sauron had ever seen in a human, including his ancestors. He still had not appeared. Walking to the window he looked left. As expected Aragorn was perched quite comfortably on the ledge outside his rooms. His elven raising popped up in the oddest ways. "Aragorn."
His consort started and reflexively backed away, almost toppling to the ground several stories below. Quickly rising he regained his balance and eye Sauron warily, making no move to re-enter Barad-dur. "Sauron." His voice was flat, almost lifeless.
"We need to talk." He turned and walked away from the window.
A few moments later Aragorn stepped lightly inside. "Talk."
With an unusual tug to his heart Sauron noticed that Aragorn stayed by the window, across the room from him. Always before he had walked to his side. Taking a step closer he saw Aragorn almost unconsciously back up a step, moving quickly away from the curtains. Sauron halted uneasily. He was not sure how to put things right. "I will not hurt you."
"I used to believe that," Argorn's voice was unusually hoarse.
When Sauron caught his consort's eyes he took an involuntary step back. His usually sharp eyes were haunted and full of hurt and, worst of all, trust betrayed. As though it was yesterday Sauron could hear the one promise he had made to his consort. 'I will not hurt you unless you give me reason.' In his desire to possess Aragorn he had broken that promise in the most shattering way possible. A look at the papers on the floor showed that Aragorn had not been neglecting his responsibilities. It was a trust he did not know if he could repair, or even if he had a right to. Unable to face his consort he turned away and felt the pull of Ring overtake him. "I release you from your word." Without giving Aragorn time to respond he turned and stalked out of the room.
"My Lord, your bath is ready. Lord Telcontar, are you alright?"
The genuine concern in the young servant's voice pulled Aragorn out of his shocked trance. "Yes." He swallowed hard, giving the young man a weak smile. "Just distracted. Thank you."
With an embarrassed smile the young servant left, completely oblivious to the violence clearly visible in the sitting room. Sauron had been busy. At least he did not need to worry about word of his rape-instinctively his mind tried to shy away from the word but he would not let it- becoming common knowledge. If that happened it would be nearly impossible to exert any control over the military. Slowly stripping off the loose pants and shirt he had donned before going outside he walked stiffly to the bathing room. Knowing it would be painful, but would help the many bruises he slowly eased himself into the hot water. After the initial pain he leaned back, allowing the water to soothe his physical hurts. The mental ones would take longer he knew. Leaning back he closed his eyes to think about Sauron's offer. Instinctively he shoved back the memories of his violation that threatened to destroy his tentative control came alive in the blackness behind his eyelids. He was not yet ready to face that.
He was free. Surprisingly he did not feel the elation or relief that he had thought he would. His first response was to pack and leave as soon as possible. But duty stayed his hand. The people of Mordor trusted and depended on him. Could he betray that trust by leaving? The damage of a couple of month's absence had caused was bad enough, if he abandoned them altogether, then what? But his influence was waning. The more Sauron turned to his search for the One Ring the more power the military took. He still had the power to counter it, at least as far as the people were concerned. Sauron showed no signs of taking that from him. How much good could he do if he left? If any in the North still trusted him it would be a miracle. Could he stay here? The very sight of Sauron had caused him to shudder in anger and fear. Sitting up he pulled his knees to his chest, holding them close. How could he stay when he could not even stand being in the same room as the Dark Lord? Wearily he dropped his head to his knees. There was more at stake here than just himself. What would be best for Middle-earth?
When the water started to chill Aragorn reluctantly rose. He still had no answer. All he wanted to do was curl up in a corner and forget everything. To not think about Middle-earth, his family, Mordor's people, Sauron or what had happened to him. Slipping on his robe and tying it tightly he walked to the bedroom and stared up at the Evening Star- and knew his decision was made. He needed to do this for himself. Slowly he went over and pulled his wardrobe open. For a moment he stared at the clothes neatly put away. His travel gear had already been stowed away. Crouching down he pulled his green and brown ranger style clothes out and quickly dressed, fastening the rayed star of the Dunedain in its usual spot inside his cloak. Perhaps he no longer had the right to where it, but in his heart that was still where his first loyalty lay, where his true loyalty always laid.. Quickly he prepped his travel pack, carefully leaving behind everything with the Red Eye. Once packed he stopped to take a last look around. The papers had all been picked up and stacked neatly on his desk with the notepad full of plans beside them. He hesitated a moment, staring at the papers. Unconsciously his hands went to the bruise that the desk had left on his hips as he shuddered. Coming to a decision he strode over and propped the pad up, placing his silver coronet just in front of it.
At the door he looked back. It was over. Turning he walked out of Barad- dur and soon left the black gates far behind. Now he could begin to put his life back together. For the first time in a very long time he was fee to choose his own path. It was time to rebuild his life.
. A/N Well this is the end I hope I did not disappoint anyone. I am still not sure I am happy with how this chapter came out but I figured the wait had been long enough and may tweak it in the future, any pointers would be appreciated. Thank you very much again to everyone who reviewed and please let me know what you think of the story as a whole. I am still planning on a sequel hopefully to be posted faster than this story. Hope you enjoyed.
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Catching sight of the black gates Aragorn was surprised to feel a sense of ease he had once associated with going home. For a moment he stopped to allow the gates to open and catch the breath he suddenly lost. Home? The idea of Mordor being home caught him completely off-guard. After twelve years Barad-dur had indeed become like a home. Which, he acknowledged to himself as he began to walk forward again, was a good thing since in all likelihood he would be here for the rest of his life. Unable to help himself his eyes drifted to the top of Barad-dur. The Red Eye was glowing brightly. Sauron was still seeking the One Ring. At least he had not yet succeeded. Closing his eyes a moment he suppressed the shudder the thought of Sauron regaining the ring sent down his spine. The evil had strengthened in the months he had been gone. He should have heeded his instincts and returned sooner, but the villagers had needed him and reaffirmation of his protection.
"My Lord."
As soon as he stepped through the gate two guards and a messenger descended on him, all before his guardian nazgul had even reached him. "Yes," he looked first to the messenger.
The young man extended a roll of parchment. "The council wishes to meet with you as soon as possible."
Slipping the parchment into a pocket Aragorn extended a hand to take the papers he knew the guards carried as well. "Tell the council we will meet after the noon meal. And have a bath prepared for me."
The messenger took off at a dead run.
Wearily Aragorn gazed down at the papers the guards had given him. It had been a long three months trying to get the necessary repairs made to the outlying villages. The winter storms this year had been excessively brutal. It still amazed him how the Lords of the land could afford every frivolous luxury and yet not have the money or time to assure that those who supplied them with their income had the basics needed for survival. The last thing he felt like dealing with was a long council session. And from what he saw when he quickly leafed through the papers in his hand as he walked, was enough to keep them meeting until tomorrow night. Sauron must not have attended a council since he'd left, he was probably going to have to reassert his authority, not something he looked forward to. What he really wanted to do was spend the day reading through all this stuff, and the minutes from the council sessions while he had been gone, and start fresh tomorrow; once he had had a chance to form his own opinions and formulate plans on what needed to be done. Maybe he could just do a quick meeting to cover the basics and adjourn until tomorrow morning? Yes, he decided. Attendance at a council could wait until tomorrow. This would be a council where he had to take control from the very beginning and never allow it out of his hands. To do that he had to be fully prepared and briefed. He was more than sure that changes had been made that he would not agree and he had to know exactly what needed to be done to set things right. As soon as he reached his rooms he drafted a message to Sauron and one to the council. In the back of his mind he hoped Sauron read the message. The longer he powered the red eye the more apparent the Dark Lord became and the more his presence was felt.
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Several hours later he had finally managed to get through most of the documents and minutes. This was going to take at least two weeks to untangle, possibly more. For things to be this out of contro he knew his guess was right thatl Sauron must have been powering the red eye almost constantly since he left. Wearily he rose to his feet and moved to look out the window, one hand tiredly rubbing his burning eyes while the other held the papers he had just finished reading. If he stayed up all night he could probably have his plans in place for tomorrow's council session.
"Gone for more than a month and when you return you can not even bother to attend council."
Caught off-guard Aragorn whirled around, only one person in Mordor was able to sneak up on him. Sauron was standing just inside the door glaring at him. Anger and menace were radiating off the Dark Lord. "I-"
Before he even had a chance to explain Sauron had stalked over to him and physically shoved him against the wall, painfully yanking his arms over his head to bind them with the curtain cord. "You must learn your place."
Unable to believe what was happening Aragorn remained frozen for a moment. When Sauron ripped the clothes from his body he kicked out desperately, trying to pull his hands free. The were bound too tight. Brutally his legs were grabbed and yanked around Sauron's waist, held tight by invisible bonds. Disconcerted he noticed that Sauron's pants were gone. The first wave of real fear raced through him as he struggled frantically with his bonds. For the first time since he had been brought here Sauron was looking at and treating him like a possessed object. "You are hurting me," he managed to say. Those words, seldom spoken and only in the last two years, had always pulled Sauron back to himself and recalled the promise he had made when Aragorn agreed to become his consort.
This time there was no response as Sauron gripped his hips tightly to hold him still. "You are mine," he hissed each word distinctly.
The words had no sooner been spoken then Aragorn felt the hands on his hips tighten enough to leave bruises and Sauron's fully erect cock shoved hard into his unprepared body. Aragorn could not stifle the cry of agony as his defenseless body was repeatedly violated and the hard trust earned over more than a decade was shattered. Vainly he struggled to free himself. Helplessly he closed his eyes, trying to pretend this was not happening. But each brutally painful thrust brought him back to himself and the horror of what was happening. It will be over soon. It will be over soon. The words kept running through his head like a mantra. After what felt like an eternity of unbearable plain Aragorn felt Sauron release deep within him. He almost sobbed with relief. It was over.
"I want more," the cold voice announced in his ear.
Leaving his hands tightly bound Sauron cut the curtain rope and dragged him over to the desk, cruelly shoving his legs as far apart as they would go as one hand swept the papers littering the desk to the floor. "No," he pleaded softly as the desk was gouged into his hips by the forceful violation of his body. "No." His eyes were drawn to the bracelet glinting at him from the floor. Since Sauron was uncomfortable with close proximity to it Aragorn had gotten himself in the habit of taking it off in his rooms. A particularly painful thrust pulled him back to full awareness. Uselessly he tried to free himself as the pain and horror overwhelmed him. In desperation Aragorn bit back his sobs and forced himself into blackness. This wasn't happening.
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Slowly Aragorn felt awareness of his surroundings seep back into his consciousness. He was alone, still face down on the desk. Almost sobbing in relief he slid to the floor and crawled over to slide his bracelet on his wrist before going to the window for his dagger to cut his bound hands. Once free he slumped down under the window shaking in horror as he curled up into a tight ball. Resolutely he ignored the pain in his backside and from the bruises Sauron's hands had left. Disbelief, anger, horror, and helplessness swirled madly through his jumbled thoughts. This had not happened. Unable to stop shuddering he curled tighter, hugging his knees to his chest, trying to slip back into the unknowing blackness.
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Sitting across from the Mouth of Sauron in his audience chamber Sauron found himself unable to focus on what was being said. Half his mind desperately wanted to get back to search for his Ring. The other half longed to check on Aragorn. His anger had cooled somewhat and now he could not get rid of the image of Aragorn sprawled brokenly on his desk, eyes open but vacant. Worry for his consort overruled his yearning for the One Ring. "Meeting is over," he announced, rising and leaving the room before anybody could move. As he strode to Aragorn's rooms he tried to get rid of his lingering anger. There had to be a reason for Aragorn's seeming casual dismissal about the council meeting. Not once in all the years he had been ruling consort had he shirked his duties in any way. To himself Sauron acknowledged that he was increasingly out of control when in his physical form. It was no longer as comfortable as it had been, since Aragorn had become his consort, to be in his skin. Even now he could feel the call of the Red Eye. Dismissing those desires he stepped into his consort's rooms- and stopped. The usual neat sitting room was a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere, blowing in the gentle breeze from the open window. Vaguely Sauron could remember pushing the papers to the floor when he had tossed Aragorn on the desk. The curtains were hanging down, a small cord about a foot long was all that was left of the rope that had held them up. The rope was lying sliced on the floor in the midst of Aragorn's torn clothes. They were in pieces. Rust colored stains dripped down the wall from Aragorn's thigh level to the floor. How badly had he hurt his consort? Glancing at the desk he could see more bloodstains. But there was no sign of Aragorn.
Quickly he ordered a hot bath prepared and Aragorn's most trusted servants to clean the room. He followed the command with a mental compunction to ignore and forget everything they saw as soon as they left the room. If only it would be so easy with Aragorn. His consort, even without the bracelet, was in no way weak. He had the strongest mind Sauron had ever seen in a human, including his ancestors. He still had not appeared. Walking to the window he looked left. As expected Aragorn was perched quite comfortably on the ledge outside his rooms. His elven raising popped up in the oddest ways. "Aragorn."
His consort started and reflexively backed away, almost toppling to the ground several stories below. Quickly rising he regained his balance and eye Sauron warily, making no move to re-enter Barad-dur. "Sauron." His voice was flat, almost lifeless.
"We need to talk." He turned and walked away from the window.
A few moments later Aragorn stepped lightly inside. "Talk."
With an unusual tug to his heart Sauron noticed that Aragorn stayed by the window, across the room from him. Always before he had walked to his side. Taking a step closer he saw Aragorn almost unconsciously back up a step, moving quickly away from the curtains. Sauron halted uneasily. He was not sure how to put things right. "I will not hurt you."
"I used to believe that," Argorn's voice was unusually hoarse.
When Sauron caught his consort's eyes he took an involuntary step back. His usually sharp eyes were haunted and full of hurt and, worst of all, trust betrayed. As though it was yesterday Sauron could hear the one promise he had made to his consort. 'I will not hurt you unless you give me reason.' In his desire to possess Aragorn he had broken that promise in the most shattering way possible. A look at the papers on the floor showed that Aragorn had not been neglecting his responsibilities. It was a trust he did not know if he could repair, or even if he had a right to. Unable to face his consort he turned away and felt the pull of Ring overtake him. "I release you from your word." Without giving Aragorn time to respond he turned and stalked out of the room.
"My Lord, your bath is ready. Lord Telcontar, are you alright?"
The genuine concern in the young servant's voice pulled Aragorn out of his shocked trance. "Yes." He swallowed hard, giving the young man a weak smile. "Just distracted. Thank you."
With an embarrassed smile the young servant left, completely oblivious to the violence clearly visible in the sitting room. Sauron had been busy. At least he did not need to worry about word of his rape-instinctively his mind tried to shy away from the word but he would not let it- becoming common knowledge. If that happened it would be nearly impossible to exert any control over the military. Slowly stripping off the loose pants and shirt he had donned before going outside he walked stiffly to the bathing room. Knowing it would be painful, but would help the many bruises he slowly eased himself into the hot water. After the initial pain he leaned back, allowing the water to soothe his physical hurts. The mental ones would take longer he knew. Leaning back he closed his eyes to think about Sauron's offer. Instinctively he shoved back the memories of his violation that threatened to destroy his tentative control came alive in the blackness behind his eyelids. He was not yet ready to face that.
He was free. Surprisingly he did not feel the elation or relief that he had thought he would. His first response was to pack and leave as soon as possible. But duty stayed his hand. The people of Mordor trusted and depended on him. Could he betray that trust by leaving? The damage of a couple of month's absence had caused was bad enough, if he abandoned them altogether, then what? But his influence was waning. The more Sauron turned to his search for the One Ring the more power the military took. He still had the power to counter it, at least as far as the people were concerned. Sauron showed no signs of taking that from him. How much good could he do if he left? If any in the North still trusted him it would be a miracle. Could he stay here? The very sight of Sauron had caused him to shudder in anger and fear. Sitting up he pulled his knees to his chest, holding them close. How could he stay when he could not even stand being in the same room as the Dark Lord? Wearily he dropped his head to his knees. There was more at stake here than just himself. What would be best for Middle-earth?
When the water started to chill Aragorn reluctantly rose. He still had no answer. All he wanted to do was curl up in a corner and forget everything. To not think about Middle-earth, his family, Mordor's people, Sauron or what had happened to him. Slipping on his robe and tying it tightly he walked to the bedroom and stared up at the Evening Star- and knew his decision was made. He needed to do this for himself. Slowly he went over and pulled his wardrobe open. For a moment he stared at the clothes neatly put away. His travel gear had already been stowed away. Crouching down he pulled his green and brown ranger style clothes out and quickly dressed, fastening the rayed star of the Dunedain in its usual spot inside his cloak. Perhaps he no longer had the right to where it, but in his heart that was still where his first loyalty lay, where his true loyalty always laid.. Quickly he prepped his travel pack, carefully leaving behind everything with the Red Eye. Once packed he stopped to take a last look around. The papers had all been picked up and stacked neatly on his desk with the notepad full of plans beside them. He hesitated a moment, staring at the papers. Unconsciously his hands went to the bruise that the desk had left on his hips as he shuddered. Coming to a decision he strode over and propped the pad up, placing his silver coronet just in front of it.
At the door he looked back. It was over. Turning he walked out of Barad- dur and soon left the black gates far behind. Now he could begin to put his life back together. For the first time in a very long time he was fee to choose his own path. It was time to rebuild his life.
. A/N Well this is the end I hope I did not disappoint anyone. I am still not sure I am happy with how this chapter came out but I figured the wait had been long enough and may tweak it in the future, any pointers would be appreciated. Thank you very much again to everyone who reviewed and please let me know what you think of the story as a whole. I am still planning on a sequel hopefully to be posted faster than this story. Hope you enjoyed.