[Isadora22]

Hello to all of you. I'm writting a new story and I'm wanting to introduce it to all of you to have you comments on it. Thanks in advance.

Isadora22
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Author’s note: The story starts into the years 2006 to continue into 3017 TA of Middle-Earth. I use Tolkien’s stuff but had things that are from my mind… and use some terms from the Silmarillion too but not a lot.

Title: The Darkness of Old Times Return

Prologue

It was a quiet evening on Summer 2006 for Isadora. She was wearing jeans with a blouse, having black hairs that fall on her shoulders with dark eyes and in her twenty-second year. She was alone, having lost her mother six months ago. She was killed into an airplane crash. She was an airhost and she had no father because he was always absent in their lives. The young woman was living into a bad quarter in Boston, USA. She was bored. Nothing else interesting was at the television and nobody was calling her on her telephone. Suddenly, an electric storm happens but it was no clouds in the sky. It was so strange that she takes her coat and go to see what it was exactly. She went out of her home and when she approaches the scene of the catastrophe, Isadora saw that a circle was through all those unnatural thunders. She was so curious and this thing was attracting her that she decided to go in. The electric storm ends and everything disappears by letting no traces of its passage. She was unconscious for the moment and she didn’t know that but that was the beginning of unbelievable adventures for her…

Chapter 1: Another Electric Storm Is Coming

When she wakes up few hours later, the young woman was into an unknown plain with hills and forests. «What that means? Where am I? Oh my oldies! It’s a nightmare. I can’t be here, it’s not true! I will wake up and been into Boston, near that broken street lamp with pieces of beer bottles on the ground. Be brave, old Isa. It will be fine. I just need to crush on me and I will awake.» She did it but nothing happens. She was in that unknown place again. «It’s not true! I’m doing an awaken nightmare! It’s the only explanation. No, it can’t be, it seems to be so real.» The young woman was almost panicking. She didn’t know what to do for the moment. She first calm down and start to stay into her cold blood. Isadora decided first to scan the area to see if there’s a road to follow and she found it few miles farther. She walks in the direction of it.

When she reaches it, she follows it to the north, having finish by arriving at a small village. Night had almost fallen. She knocked at the gate and a man opens the window. «What are you doing here and which business brings you to here?» he asks to her.
«I’m a simple traveler and I want to rest for the night. I don’t have any business here.» The young woman answered to him. The man opens the gate, letting her enter in the village. She searches for a place and find the inn. She comes in and asks to the innkeeper:
«Excuse-me, I been traveling for a so long time that I forget in which year we are.»
«We are in year 3017 Third Age of the Middle-Earth.» he responds.
«Thank you. I would like to have a room for the night, please.»
«No problem, lady…?»
«The name’s Isadora.» She said to the innkeeper. The young woman goes to the other room, order a drink at the bar and sit at a table. «Isadora? That’s a curious name, said the innkeeper in his head. It remains me something… but what?» He gives up, his memory being playing tricks because the innkeeper was someone who forgets everything when nobody reminds him.

But few minutes later, a Black Rider that was gathering around the region of Rivendell received suddenly some orders from one of Saûron’s crows. «Find this stranger. She will be very easy to be found. She is at Bree. The master wants her alive and untouched. If you got her, bring her to him into Mordor. Those are the master’s last orders for you.» had told him the crow.
«You can tell him that his orders will be done as he wish.» said the Black Rider, having decide to leave this region to establish his camp near Bree. He reaches the village in one hour and arrives at the Prancing Pony inn after having set made his camp outside the village. He enters into it and saw the innkeeper at the counter. «Good evening to you, mister. Can I do something to satisfied you?» he asks.
«Just few questions to be answered.» respond the Black Rider. «I’m searching for a woman. Her name is Isadora. Do you saw her?»
«Hum… why are you looking for her?» ask the innkeeper.
«Because she’s bringing some curiosity for the Lord of the land where I came from. That’s the only thing you have to know.» respond the Black Rider.
«Oh, very well. I’m sorry but I can’t help you. I didn’t serve dark crows like you.» said the innkeeper before to chase him from the inn because he felt that this guy was coming from Mordor.
«You will pay for this one day, fool man.» said the Black Rider before to return to his dark horse.

Isadora was not aware of it. She had just come into a room where there’s a man with three other little ones. «Who are you?» ask the man.
«The name’s Isadora and I am not coming from here… from this world. I’m here because of a weird thunderstorm that had brought me here, into… er… Middle-Earth. What are you thinking?» she asks to him.
«I am thinking that you are an agent of the Enemy.» answer the man.
«Are you laughing? I am not an agent of this like you said… Enemy. Anyway, I don’t know who is he and I was telling to you the truth.» she respond.
«If you are not an agent of the Enemy, what explain this chain that is around your neck?» ask the man by pointed it with one of his finger.
«Oh! This?» she said after taken off the chain out of her clothes, revealing a beautiful pendant into rose shape. That was the only jewel she has on her. «It was an inheritance from… my father, I think. I never know who he was and my mother had died, killed into an airplane accident.» she respond to him.
«Your story is strange. What is an airplane?» said the man.
«It’s an engine done to make easier travels over the seas in a quick time. Maybe presentation from you four may be possible?» she ask to him.
«I’m Strider. They are Hobbits or Halflings if you prefer.» he responds.
«I’m Frodo, he’s Pippin and Sam. The last member of us, Merry will return maybe soon because he was just taking a walk outside, into the village.» said one of them.

While they were talking, Merry was coming back to the inn. He enters in it, having a pipe in his mouth, being smoking it and he ask to the innkeeper: «Was everything good when I was absent?»
«Yes, everything except that Black Rider.» said the innkeeper.
«What does he wants?» ask the Hobbit.
«He wanted to know if a certain Isadora was there and I had chasing him from here.» respond the innkeeper.
«You did well because those Black Riders are pursuing us too.» he said. Merry goes upstairs and come into the room.
«Strider, don’t be worry, it’s just Merry.» said Pippin.
«Who is her?» ask the Halfling after having seen the young woman.
«My name is Isadora.» she respond gently.
«Oh no!» he promptly said.
«Why are you saying this?» she asks to him.
«The innkeeper told me that those Black Riders were after you too.» simply respond Merry. «Oh! I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Merry.»
«That’s fine. Now, I think that everybody is here?» she asks.
«Yes.» simply say Strider after having shut the door carefully. «Now, with Merry’s informations, I know that you are really not an agent of the Enemy because he will never send his Black Riders after someone that is serving him except if this person had disobey him.»
«That sounds terrible! I am not one of his servants. Why they are chasing me and who are they?»
«You will know in time, don’t be worry.» said Strider. «Nobody will rest into bedrooms. It’s too dangerous. We will all sleep here.» he adds. They all agree what he said and they organize the room to be able to all sleep for the night. After it was done, everybody was sleeping and Strider was taking the watch.

At a certain moment, Black Riders came. They went to rooms were beds were and attack it but it nothing except pillows and feathers were flying everywhere into the room. They let hear a scream of anger that was very weird and disagreesable, echoing on miles around. Frodo had awake, having a bad feeling in his mind. He felt that they were there for him. «Who are they?» he asks.
«They were men, great kings of the men and Saûron the Deceiver came to give to them nine Rings of Powers. They were too blind by their desires for more powers that they took them without any questions. One by one, they fall into darkness. They are now Nazgûls, Ringwraiths, slaves of Saûron’s will. They always feel the presence of the One Ring. They will never stop to pursue you.»
«What about me?» ask Isadora. «Why are they pursuing me if they only want the famous ring?»
«I don’t know. Saûron himself knows why.» said Strider.
«Who is that Saûron exactly?» she asks.
«He is their master. The Ring maker and Lord of the Mordor. An evil place where it’s highly recommended to avoid going there for anybody. It’s the Enemy’s real name.» explain Strider to the young woman.
«It’s sounds chilly for a only twenty-two years old woman like me.» said Isadora.
«I think that he’s preparing something… that is out of his plans… but I am not sure.» said suddenly Strider. The window was a bit open and through the wind, they can heard a very soft, sad and low voice that was chanting into an old language.
«This is not Sindarin. It’s older than this. I think that is some kind of Quenya. Anyway, I don’t understand it.» said Strider. The young woman was into some strange trance. She was hearing those words.
«The world is changing. I can feel that they had abandoned the Earth. Great for me. Great for Her. Wizards can take care of Him. I don’t mind… because things are going to be different. They will have to fear me… and She knows me very well… as Him.» said Isadora, being translating all she heard. The voice disappears and she comes back to her senses. «What happened?» Isadora asks.
«You were translating the old Quenya language we were hearing. About who is talking this voice?» ask Strider.
«I don’t know. The voice seemed to be a masculine one. I had never heard it before. It was so charming. He said Him and he talked about a woman all mix with the world that is changing if I remember it correctly.»
«He was talking about Saûron. I don’t know who this mysterious voice is but it knows something that you completely ignore. I’m afraid that the woman about which one he was talking was you.» said Strider.
«I hope not. I… I don’t want to be this woman! I feel so guilty to have come into that weird thunderstorm. I don’t want to cause other troubles anymore.»
«You are wanting too much from yourself, I think.» said Strider. «Relax and sleep now. We will leave at the dawn tomorrow.» After he had said this, everybody return to sleep but Isadora was doing nightmares because of the echoes she was hearing in her mind of the Nazgûls’ scream and the words from that mysterious voice. Something wrong was going with her. How she was able to understand that kind of speech by having never heard it before? It had some explanation somewhere, it was so weird for her. Dreams had ceased and she was sleeping. But only for an hour.

***
A midnight black horse was near her with a dark shape of a man on his saddle with a hill in background. It has descent from his mount and was now walking into her direction. She was afraid. The dark man looking as a black rider had grabbed her and putting the young woman on his horse before to sit on the saddle, pulling the reigns and going away with an unnatural speed. After, décor had change. They were in front a dark tower and a tall man almost gigantic was waiting on the top balcony, being watching them with his black eyes darker than the ink. They approach him and he had a nasty smile on his sever face. It told her to come with him. He leads her into a room and install her on a table. A cold air can be felt and a thunderstorm comes. The mysterious voice was here again.

Isadora wakes up. She sits bolt, breathing hardly, being shock because of the weird dream she had. Strider was sleeping on a chair near the window. Frodo was not able to sleep, having nightmares because of the Black Riders that are always pursuing him. «Are you alright?» he asks to her.
«Yes, it was just a weird nightmare again.» she respond to the Halfling. Isadora tell it to him.
«It’s strange. I think that maybe Gandalf knows to who belongs that mysterious voice. It seems to be from something into the wind.» said Frodo.
«Who is this Gandalf?»
«It’s a wizard that is a friend of mine.» said the Hobbit.
«You too have difficulty to sleep?»
«It’s because of the same reason. The agents of the Enemy… they make me having nightmares.»
«I understand what you mean. I saw one of them as I already told you but it’s for something about which one we already know. This gold thing.» Frodo nodded. He can see the same fear in the young woman’s eyes that is in his own: a look of someone that is pursue by someone.
«How many are they?» she asks.
«Stride told that they are nine.» respond Frodo.
«Thanks.» she saids before to try to sleep again. She was again in her weird dream but it goes farther after the thunderstorm.

The mysterious voice was chanting again… but this time, it was using the Common Tongue. «Go ahead. You know me… you know my name very well. Say it. Say it into a loud voice.»
«Who are you?» she said. «You’re wrong. I ignore your name. I don’t know it. I IGNORE YOU! »
«You are lying.» said the mysterious voice.
«No, I don’t. Who are you, mysterious spirit?»
«I am not going to tell you.»
«How do you want me to know you if I don’t know your name?»
«You know it… into your unconscious.» The man was there, having one of his knees on the ground. He knew the identity of this mysterious voice too well but he did not want to say it. He wanted this to come from the young woman but was not coping. Isadora wakes up again, sitting bolt. She was afraid because she had an idea about why the Enemy wants her. She takes a look at Frodo. His eyes was wide open. He had hearing her screams.
«Another nightmare?» he asks softly into a low voice.
«Yes, another one. It goes farther. The mysterious voice… it wants to come back into the world.» she saids into a low voice, being very afraid. «Him… Saûron… knows him well and he will… not disallow it to happen. Frodo, I have a really bad feeling. I’m not sure but I think that this voice has a direct link with that famous Dark Lord.» she said and when she had finish to say this, a whisper comes again. It was the voice again.
«You understand faster as I expected, new face into Arda… search into your inconscious… and you will find the answer to the question that is plaguing you.»
«Who are you?»
«A very old spirit.» It paused. «An old god.» The voice stoop talking. It was gone again.
«What he means by this?» said Frodo.
«It’s a piece of his real identity, Frodo. He wants to me to guess his name. Well, he said that he was an old god. Why he doesn’t manifest him more? Why is he so restricted?»
«It’s maybe because he’s a prisoner somewhere.» suggest the Hobbit.
«But where?» said Isadora.
«Somewhere where other gods had cast him from the world.» said the low voice of Sam. «Sorry, I was listening to you conversation.»
«It’s doesn’t matter. You help me to understand things about him.» replies Isadora. «Why does he was cast away from the world? Any idea?» she asks to the two Hobbits.
«Maybe is because he was evil?» said Sam. «I am just hazardous but if he had a direct link with the Dark Lord, he’s surely evil, no?»
«Yes, you mark a good point. Everything is matching together very well.» she said. Strider has awaken. It was almost dawn of the day.
«What is matching together?» he ask.
«The mysterious voice. He told us that he is an old God.»
«You mean… an ancient Valar?» said Strider after having hearing Isadora’s words.
«Maybe, I don’t know what is a Valar.» she said.
«They are what you call gods.» he simply respond.
«Ah, ok. He’s maybe this. Anyway, we conclude that it’s an evil guy… and he had a direct link with the Enemy.»
«Watch your words. You are walking on a dangerous path by trying to discern main lines of his life. The Enemy his older as everybody think. Gandalf told me that he was created before our world by the spirit of Eru, creator of Valar.» said Strider.
«In this case, you know his name.»
«No, Isadora. I don’t know his name. Something in my minde is telling me that only Gandalf and Saûron know the identity of this voice. We must be careful.» said Strider.
«I must have to know who he is.» she said.
«I think that you will know into Rivendell.» said the Ranger.
«Is it where you want to lead us?» ask Sam.
«Yes, it’s where we will go. To the house of Elrond.» said Strider.
«Great! We will go to see the Elves!» said Sam.
«Yes but at what price? Those Black Riders are after us and I’m sure that they will not allow us to go anywhere.» said Isadora.
«I can’t be catch into woods. They will not catch us because I am not planning to take roads. They are watching them.» replies Strider. They take a quick breakfast and leave the village.

«So, how we will call this mysterious until we find his real name?» ask Pippin.
«I think that we will call him M. I don’t know why but something told me that his real name start with this letter.» said Isadora while they are all walking.
«Ok, so we will call him tlike that.» said Strider, agreeing her words. He too felt a strange feeling that they had the key somewhere but it was just unreachable.

They pass through Midgewater Marshes and reached weathertop. Strider allows them to stay here for the night. Isadora was feeling that something was going to happen soon but she doesn’t know what. Hobbits had made a campfire and the Ranger was gone to check the environment around their camp. It was quiet but after they put off their fire, a shiver comes into Isadora’s pine. She looks into darkness and saw on the hill what she was fearing to see. «Oh no! Not them! We are attacking by five of those nasty Black Riders! Everybody into combat mode, quick!» she screams. The leader of the wraiths heard her voice. Instinctively, he knew that his two preys were there: Frodo and Isadora. He advances into their direction. Sam didn’t tolerate that and he tries to defend them by battling the wraiths. This doesn’t stop the Black Captain. He continues to advance and when he arrives near Frodo who had put the Ring to his finger by too instense temptation, the leader stops and said: «Isadora, the master is waiting for you. You will come with us.»
«NEVER!» she screams to him. He laughs during a brief moment before to replies: «You will come with us just the same.» He advance, having holding his knife, chanting words into Black Speech and hit Frodo’s left shoulder before to grab Isadora. She felt a grip that was cold than ice on her. He forced the young woman to climb on the saddle of his mount and go on her after having taken the reigns.

Strider arrives at this moment. «Keep him busy.» order the Black Captain to the four other Black Riders. They obey him and attack the Ranger while their leader was leaving, having pull the reigns of his horse. It gallops with an unnormal speed, taking the direction of Mordor. Strider had torches with him and he uses them against the wraiths. They go away but the crime was done. «Strider! They kidnapped Isadora!» screams Pippin.
«We have first to take care of Frodo. He was touch by a Mourgul’s blade.» he had the knife into his hands but the blade itself had collapse, consumed into dust. «Sam, do you know Athelas?»
«No, I don’t know it.»
«It’s known as Kingsfoil.» replies Strider.
«yes, now, I know what it is. There’s some plants of it here.» said Sam.
«Go to pick some. It will slow the poison for a while until we reach Rivendell.» said the Ranger. Sam go to cut some with his own knife. Stride lights up a fire and put some water to boil. When Sam returns, he gives herbs to Striders and he put some sheets into water. He baths Frodo’s shoulder in it.

Few minutes later, a beautiful Elf arrives on a white horse. It was Arwen. «I’m Arwen from Elrond’s house. I was searching for you from two days.» she saids. «You have four Ringwraiths after you. Where are the six others? I don’t know.»
«The five others. I know where the sixth is gone. It’s their leader and he flee with one of his prey to Mordor.» said Strider to her.
«In this case, we have a chance to save Frodo’s life. Who was the other after which one they were?» she asks with a beautiful voice.
«It was a young twenty-two years old woman named Isadora.» Sam respond to her.
«You can’t save her. She’s lost but we can save Frodo by taken him to my father.» she said.
«I will let you go with him. Be extremely careful, Arwen.» said Strider gently to her. He help her to install Frodo on the saddle and after she was on it at her turn, he help the Elf.
«I will be careful, I’m a better rider. I do not fear them.» she leave them, her horse had started to gallop. He gain speed quickly, going through woods.
«What are you doing? The wraiths are there again!» screams Sam but nobody cares about it.

Arwen had the eight Nazgûls after her soon. The second in leading was their leader at this moment. They were following her. She arrives quickly after a long open way against them at the other side of the Bruinen river. The eight horses had stopped at the other bank. «Let the Hafling, she-Elf.» said the leader.
«What happened with you leader?» she replies, seeing very well that it was not the Witch-King’s voice that she heard.
«He’s not available for the moment.» respond the one who had talked.
«So, you want him? Come and claim him!» she said on a challenging tone.
«We don’t want to go into water. He will join us soon, anyway. Farewell.» said the leader. He was fearing both fire and water. He goes away and the others follow him, leaving Arwen alone with Frodo. She hurries to take the Hobbit to her father, allowing him to be heal on time by the Elf Lord.

While Strider and the rest of the company was heading for Rivendell, the leader of the wraiths had finally reached his destination: the Black Gate of Mordor. It opens to let him enters it and he takes direction of Barad-dur, Saûron’s fortress that had been rebuilt on his lands. When they arrive in front of it, he descends his mount and take his prisoner with him, entering the Dark Tower. He guides her through principal stairs to the summit until they reach his master’s throne. When they arrive in front of him, the wraith forced his captive to prostrate in front of his master.
«So, it’s her.» said a deep, dark, loud and authoritarian voice.
«yes, master. It’s the young woman you wanted to catch. She is untouched and in perfect health as you wished.» replies the wraith.
«Well done. That’s a good job. You did what I expected from you. Now, go back into the wild and continue to pursue the Ring-bearer to bring me back my precious ring.» he orders.
«Yes, master. It will be done.» he prostates and go away, having exit the tower and returning on his horse before to leave the lands again. Isadora was alone with the Dark Lord. Suddenly, they both heard the wind.
«What?» she said.
«Shut up and pay attention.» said Saûron. She hated the cruel tone he had taken. She pay attention and heard what it had to be hear. It was the mysterious voice again… but it was not using the Common Tongue. It was that old one. «M» she said, recognizing the voice. Saûron had a smile, knowing perfectly who was talking. Her voice suddenly rings as she was into a trance. «Time has come… come for me to return… into Middle-Earth once more time. She knows who I am. I made contact with her into Bree.» Isadora paused. Saûron was intensely interested into what was happening under his own eyes. «The storm is coming. His and mine combined together. By them, Men shall fall into a great defeat. This way, He and I will have our revenge but for this, I need to be free from the Void. Ask Him to do it. He’s the only one who can do this… the only survivor of Angband’s fall at the end of the War of the Wrath.» The voice disappears again and the young woman regains her senses. «Interesting.» said Saûron. «It seems that you are able to translate old Quenya while I understand it perfectly myself.»
«Oups… I don’t know how I did that but yes, I understand it when M talk because at each of his manifestations, I always fall into a trance except the time when I talked into the Common Tongue. He did that just once in all of his manifestations. I’m curious to know… what is the Void?» said Isadora.
«It’s the place where Valar throw the evil spirits to be sure that they will not return on Arda.» respond the Dark Lord.
«What is Arda?» she ask to him.
«We are on it.» simply respond Saûron. By those words, the young woman understand that it means the old name of the Earth when it was created by gods.
«You know him, huh?» she paused. «He has a direct link with you. Am I wrong?»
«No, you’re right. He and I had a strong link together.» Saûron paused for a minute. «He’s my former master. M like you call him is a Valar and my allegiance goes to him because I’m a Maiar. Angelical ranks from Valinor, Gods’ home into Aman, an Island that I’m not sure if it exist again today or not.»
«You seem to know lots of things.» comment Isadora.
«It’s normal. I’m older that you thought. I was born before the creation of the Earth herself. It means that I’m a spirit bound to that planet and that I will really die when it will end.» She was amazed by hearing this revelation from his mouth. He had said so much things that nobody knows except naturally the wizards. She thought that he has finish to talk but he starts to talk again. «He was right. A storm is coming. It’s been such a long time since I’m preparing for it, calculating everything as I can. He wants to be free but I can’t do this.»
«Why?» she asks to him.
«I can’t do this because I need to retrieve my ring to have my full power restore. It asks a high level of black magic to do this. He sighs, been despair to be never able to satisfy his former master. «Mother Nature is preparing a storm for us.» he said after looking clouds.
«I have a question that I am sure you know the answer. Why did you send your Black Riders after me?» she ask to him.
«You had simply attract my curiosity.» he simply respond before to let her hear his evil laugh. That means that it was more than this but for the moment, Saûron doesn’t want to tell her what was born into his mind. His brains was boiling, creating an extension to his original plans. He take a look at the pendant Isadora was wearing around her neck, seeing the rose shape.
«How did you get that?» Saûron suddenly ask. It make Isadora very surprise. She was not expected this question from him. «I don’t know. I always had it farther as I can remember.» she simply respond. It appears that Saûron knew something about this object.
«Why did you ask me this question?» I ask to me.
«It just reminds me something but I can’t tell you. Only him can tell you the words I know and I got an idea. There’s more than a way to let him return into the World’s Circles.

«But, you told me that it requires a high level of black magic.»
«I know. I am not a fool. If Mother Nature can send a thunderstorm, I’ll be able to do something without the necessity to use the One Ring. It’s a risky way but it’s the only one I can see for him.» Just when he had finish to talk, a storm starts. There were more thunders than rain. Saûron find it perfect and he starts to chant into Black Speech. The thunderstorm intensity amplify as the storm continue. «She has to say my name into a loud voice if you wants me back.» said the mysterious voice.
«Oh no! My nightmare is becoming true. I don’t know his name. I’m sorry but that’s the truth.» said Isadora.
«Concentrate into your inconcious.» he said.
«Why it is so important that it has to be me and not another person like Saûron to pronounce it into a loud voice?» I ask to the old God.
«It has to be done like this.» he simply respond.
«What I did to the nature to be into that bad situation?» she said very frustrated. Isadora close her eyes and start to search into her memory but find nothing. Saûron was still chanting into Black Speech. She decides to concentrate, paying attention to what the Dark Lord was chanting through the noise of the thunderstorm. At a certain moment, she fall into another trance. He had unintentionally charmed her too. The young woman was able to understand all the words he was saying. She discern a particular word into all his whispers. It was a name long forgotten by all the memories. She first said this word into a low voice: «Melkor.» but it had no effects. Nothing was happening. Isadora realized that she had found it but she didn’t know how she did to find it by having no knowledge about the ancient time. She takes an inspiration and it comes out of her mouth alone because of the combine trance with Saûron’s charm. «You are Melkor, a Valar from Valinor who was remain into Angband at the end of the War of the Wrath.» Her voice was almost a scream but it was perfectly audible. The thunders into the thunderstorm did a circle above the top of Barad-dûr. A very weak man falls out of this one, land on the top balcony. The thunderstorm loose her intensity but was still there. Saûron was tired because it asked too much energy from him and he collapse on the ground, unable to stay on his legs. He calls for help and few Orcs arrive ten minutes after. They carried him and the other into the tower and bring them into a room, putting them on beds. Isadora had followed them and Saûron was now sleeping, deeply snoring. The other was on another bed. He was weak but not enough to be unable to talk. He had closed his eyes. «This is the result of a long battle to stay alive into the Void. I will regain my strengths but I need some medicine. How is Saûron?» Isadora was surprised. «How do you know his name?»

«I know him because he is at my service. I am is former master and the creatures he have under his orders were originally created from me. I can misshaping living bodies but I can’t create. I desire this power but I know that I will never have it. Now, my dear Isadora, answer to my question.»
«You know my name by having heard it from who?»
«I heard it by having listened all your conversation from your arrival to the Prancing Pony inn.» he respond.
«You are not hearing Saûron’s snores? He’s sleeping to recuperate the energy he lost when he free you from what you called the Void.»
«It reassures me. I thought he was worst wounded than me. I need medicine.» said the old Valar. Outside, the storm had retaken intensity because of the wind that was amplified it. Into a low voice, Melkor said: «Manwë seems to manifest his anger.» Isadora was going to ask him about who he was talking but he felt asleep to his turn. She tries to find something but all she found was some pieces of herbs. Two Orcs that were watching her recognize the plant. «The master uses it for medicine.» one of them told her. «How did he uses it?» ask Isadora to them. «He uses it by boiling water.» they respond. «Can you go to take some that is boiled?» she ask them. They nodded and go to find what the young woman was wanting. Water was to the exact temperature she wanted. «Thanks.» she saids before to let herbs fall into it. She returns near the old Valar. He was still sleeping. She bath his body with the odorant water, washing it at the same time. She noticed a change into his breathe: his respiration was easier, pain has been gone from his poor old body. When Isadora was done with this, she sits down on a chair and fall asleep too, accompanied faster Saûron and Melkor’s snoring. Silence had invaded Barad-dûr.

[Robbie]

Please post stories in the fanfic section, chat in the forum section. If you want to change a story once posted, there is nothing to stop you updating it. And feel free to plug the story in the forum (but not post the whole thing!)

If you need a beta, don't hesitate to ask for one.

Merci.

[Robbie]

P.S. You might want get a beta reader too. You've got a few tenses wrong when you slip from past to present and back again

[NancyBrooke]

I know we've done a "How To Post A Story to the Archive" in the forum before, but I couldn't find it. So:

To post a story to the Archive:

Go to the Open Scrolls Archive Home Page: http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/

Click on that shiney gold ring under the heading "Available Archives"

Choose the archive that best suits your story. Click on the square red button

on the right side of the screen, click on the "Add Story" button, the one with the gold dot within the diamond.

Fill in the dialog boxes appropriately to your story.

Click on the [Add first Chapter] button

Fill in the chapter title; cut and paste the narrative into box under "Input Text"

When paste is complete, press the [reformat] button

When reformat is complete, press the [update] button

et, voila!

If you have any problems, send an e-mail to the Help Center at support@openscrolls.net.

[Isadora22]

Thanks, I will try to do it.
I have bit difficulty sometimes with my tenses in English. It's more easy to do it in French but I saw that here, it's an English place. So, I try to write in English and I admit that it's not easy for me. Fortunately, I don't have any spells mistakes, I think...

[Khamul]

A very compelling story, Isadora. I'd like to hear more of it once it's finished. But, I do suggest you get a beta reader as there are homophone errors, and sentences like, "Who is her?"

[Isadora22]

Ok, I asked for beta into beta services. I don't know if I would have quick. Her or whenever the voice talk is about the young woman. I hope that I will get one as fast as it's possible.

I didn't had start the second chapter. I post it just the same, having successfully done the instructions that the others had given to me. I think that I will have to work on structures, homophones ab it too. If there's any mitakes, you can tell me, I will not mind to notice them and try to correct them.

To get a beta reader can be good for me too but they seems to don't know what services I would like to have.

[Rhapsody]

[Isadora22]

To be honest, I didn't tried yet but I think that it would be the last solution to find one... I'm not sure if someone will be available for the kind of stuff that I am writting... but I will try for sure. The idea has just didn't go through my mind. Thanks to give it to me. I think that I will try for sure.