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Title: A Single Moment (#2510)
Author: Seribaba
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Alternate Universe (AU)
Description: From the author of the Arwen Trilogy. A very short insight into Faye's thoughts and feelings during her captivity in Dol Guldur. Inspired by fanart from DA artist Anna-nah-nah.
Published: 17 Jan 2006
Updated: 17 Jan 2006
Warnings: implied violence and captivity
Type: Drama
Characters: OC (Faye); random Orcs


Chapter 1 - A Single Moment

**Author's Note: For a full understanding of the situations that led up to this moment, "Vampiric Dawn", "Twilight Thunder", and "The Last One Standing" are required readings.



Faye ran her hands across the rough stone walls of her dungeon cell, desperately searching for the slightest hint of weakness. The corridor beyond the heavy barred door echoed with the shrieks and laughter of her Orc captors. The stench of rot and decay lingered everywhere, further disorienting her already overtaxed senses.

The grime-covered stone all around her was impenetrable. She could feel no crack or strain, not even the smallest mouse hole. Nothing to which she could pit her great strength. Falling to her hands and knees, Faye crawled to the corner furthest away from the door. The darkness here was almost absolute. Not even her keen eyesight could make use of the feeble torchlight filtering in from the corridor. She was a wild beast trapped in a stone cage, and every moment she spent in here was driving her ever closer to madness.

Suddenly, the light in the corridor flickered, and Faye pulled her knees up to her chest, staring warily. She could smell the Orcs coming. Were they at last going to take her out of this nightmarish place? Or were they simply coming to drag her to a new level of torture?

For a single moment, Faye allowed fear to fill her heart. For a single moment, her limbs trembled, and her eyes glistened as the dark emotion passed over her. She could see them now, jeering at her through the door. They were laughing, cowing her for her show of fear.

But if all they saw was a meek and terrified woman in that dungeon cell, they were to be fatally mistaken. For the single moment had passed. Faye watched as the door swung open, and the Orcs began to approach. Her muscles tightened, her eyes narrowed, and her teeth flashed into view.

And suddenly, all that could be heard down that dungeon corridor were the screams of her captors as they begged for mercy.



**The artwork that inspired this short narrative is posted here: (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25029523/).
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