(Author’s note: I was thinking about the concept of Earth dying due to the cybertronians' war, and kinda got inspired by this post by @luxthestrange. What if, reader, a human turned into a cybertronian, who also fought beside the Autobots, witnessed Elita kill Earth and destroy everything they had ever known? What if this choice ends up making reader become the Harbinger of War?)
Warnings: this takes place in skybound, war, violence, Earth dying, extinction, Elita doing some really bad stuff, very heavy angst, reader snaps, and ends up possessed by the dead souls, body horror, horror themed, and a very bad ending for Cybertronians.
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-You had fought for the Autobots ever since they found you and accepted you among them – a human, who was turned into a robot like them due to unfortunate circumstances. Though different, they welcomed you and taught you everything you needed to survive the war that threatened your planet.
-You offered support both at base and on the battlefield. You gave a listening ear and comforting presence whenever the war lowered their spirits.
-A sweet, kind, and brave soul is what they thought of you. Despite the circumstances, you fought a war that was not originally yours to fight alongside them. You protected them as much as they protected you. And despite your own doubts, you reminded them of what they were fighting for, which made them care for you even more.
-You were even empathic toward bots who changed sides, respecting their choices and reminding them that they can choose to do what they want as long as they no longer caused harm to Earth.
-Perhaps it was thanks to you that Thundercracker or some other cons chose to join the Autobots.
-You brought them much hope. Enough to keep going, and imagine a day when the Decepticons no longer threaten Earth, and possibly see the end of the war.
-But they never imagined that the greatest pain you would ever face was to witness the destruction of your own world. The day when you lost everything you ever fought for.
-Elita One, or Elita Prime as Optimus gave her the matrix, despite everything, still chose to follow the Decepticons idea and use Earth’s resources to restore Cybertron.
-You begged her desperately not to do it — to not murder your world and everyone in it.
-However, it was too late. The device Elita seized from the Decepticons was activated, which destroyed the Earth’s atmosphere. All humans, including your friends, family, and everyone you ever knew, and Earth’s fauna, suffocated to death. The Earth’s sun scorched all the flora, turning the planet into a barren wasteland. The Earth's oceans either boiled or froze, killing all its marine life. The sky lost its blueness, and not even a single blade of grass survived.
-Earth became a graveyard of the life it once possessed.
-But clean from all obstructions for cybertronians to collect its resources.
-The loss broke you. You screamed in agony and hatred. Barely restrained as you tried to attack Elita, calling her a murderer and swearing you would kill her. She ordered you to be taken into containment, considering what to do with you after taking all the resources Earth could offer.
-Optimus could not believe it himself. He had thought that giving the Matrix to Elita would set her back on the right path, but she ended up doing the same thing he had tried to prevent Megatron from doing.
-Any form of bond they had was gone for good. He would demand that you be released, telling her she will not judge you for anything and that if she refused, he would do something regrettable.
-She relented, and you were released from containment. You were quiet and numb, stains of the tears you had shed painted your face. But instead of letting you go quietly, Elita proceeded to tell you that thanks to Earth, Cybertron will live. That, as the last survivor of your kind, you should feel honored to see what the necessary sacrifice allowed.
-You only looked at her with a silent glare. “I will never forgive a murderer,” you said.
-You then vanished from Cybertron. The last time your friends saw you, you had returned to your planet, which was now nothing but a lifeless rock. Kneeling on the ground while quietly staring into nothing.
-Your friends felt guilty and awful. Those who had been on Earth and had befriended the humans left Cybertron, unable to bear the loss and the idea that Cybertron was only alive because of their human friends' deaths. Others felt guilty, too, even ashamed about how they felt glad to see Cybertron alive again.
-Those who still remained could still find you in the same spot on Earth, staring into the distance, unmoving and not eating a single energon they left for you. Sometimes they would see you speaking to something that isn't there, making them think the sorrow was slowly driving you insane.
-Optimus would sometimes sit with you in silence, knowing that no word could fix the pain this devastation had brought you.
-One of your former friends said something that gained a reaction out of you. They tried to make you see a silver lining, which made you furious. You ripped the Autobot badge from your chest and tossed it before them, swearing that you will never stand beside another Autobot again. You then walked away.
-You never returned to that spot. Some of them tried to look for you, and some accepted that you would never want to see them again. That letting you go was the merciful thing they could do for you for now.
-But soon changes happened on Cybertron. Nightmares plagued the bots. In their dreams, they saw the faces of humans and friends who had once looked at them with friendship and acceptance, now looked at them with hatred. Mysterious writings started appearing on Cybertron’s walls and surface, all containing hate and promises of revenge. How they owed a debt.
-Soon, the rivers of energon turned red. The color of humanity's lifeblood.
-Then there was even a worrisome occurrence. Bots telling how there was an infection that caused bots to go mad with rage and fight anyone without end. Which was gained by standing within a strange fog, or by the whispers of shadowy figures that began appearing out of nowhere.
-No one could explain what was happening.
-But one thing was clear: peace was vanishing from Cybertron.
-Some claimed it was a new weapon of the Decepticons. Some claimed it was the consequence of their decisions, the karmic debt of restoring Cybertron with the life of another world.
-But then, one day, you suddenly appeared on Cybertron. However, there was something really wrong with you.
-Your optics were red, red as blood. Dark energon with hues of red grew out of your frame. There was also a dark presence around you that could be seen by the bots near you. It was like your body was producing blackened air, and at a near distance, the bots could hear whispers of several voices.
-You then attacked, killing anyone on your path with the strength they had never seen you wield before. There was this maddened look on your face, and it was like there were other voices mixed with your own.
-Elita faced you, and despite the other Autobots’ protest, she managed to plunge the star saber into your spark. For a moment, she thought she had won, and you were no more.
-However, you did not go offline.
-You grabbed her arm, and for a moment, Elita saw not just you, but millions of human faces. They looked back at her with eyes filled with hatred. Hatred powerful enough for you to pull the star saber out of you and still live.
-The wound in your chest poured forth energon. Not blue like cybertronians, but red like human blood. The Autobots watched as the spark within you turned red, burning like a sun.
-Your energon suddenly set you on fire, encasing you in red and black flames. Your body convulsed as it began to change. A scream ripped out of your throat as wings sprouted out of your back. Horns slowly grew from your helm, making you hold it in pain as you also grew in size. Your frame then began glowing like it was melting, molding your body.
-The bots watched in horror. The dark energon only seemed to fuel the change.
-When the fire died down, you were completely changed. Your armor was scorched into pitch black, like the fire had scorched all the colors out of you, save for the lines that were blood red. You had horns and wings, giving you a strong resemblance to the chaos bringer, Unicron. The wound over your chest did not close, allowing the red spark to glow through. It also looked like you were bleeding from the crevices of your armor.
-Red tears endlessly streamed down your faceplate, tracing paths through the blackened metal no matter how many times they evaporated in the heat. And all around your frame and in the feathers of your wings opened several blood-red eyes.
-It was only then that the Autobots understood what you had become as they recognized those eyes. The same eyes that had been watching them in their nightmares. The eyes of the dead, now using you as their vessel.
-You had been possessed by all the souls that perished in Earth's destruction, all ended by Elita's hands. You had become, what words could only describe, the embodiment of pure hatred. Humanity's harbinger.
-You faced Elita again. However, this time, the battle became one-sided. You were now on a completely different level.
-Elita fought with all her might, but the millions of souls within you fuelled your strength with hatred, allowing you to overwhelm her. Soon, she lost, and you ripped the Matrix of Leadership out of her hands.
-She then watched as you held the Matrix in your hands and, with the strength of the vengeful souls, ripped it into pieces. You had destroyed the Matrix of Leadership.
-Wounded, Elita could not get up. You then showed your foot against her chest, keeping her down. Some of the blood spilling from you, painting her frame. She told you to finish it.
“Death is too good for you! “ you stated.
“They demand your blood.”
-She watched as many shadowy figures appeared beside you, humans, whose lives she had ended, who now stood around her. Watching and waiting.
“But I have a better idea…” You leaned down, staring into her.
“Since you took our world, why don’t we live in this one, since it's our world’s blood that is running in its veins?” you suggested.
-Elita’s eyes widened when the souls spoke their agreement.
“And since you cybertronians love fighting so much. How about I ensure you will continue to fight until all of you are dead,” you added.
-You then suddenly transformed into a creature that reminded the bots of Earth’s bird, which Optimus recognized as a dove, a creature that humans once associated with peace. Though your form carried what could only be described as a bleeding spark.
-You released a cry and flew across Cybertron, turning Cybertron’s skies blood red. The crimson spark in your chest bled into their world, either setting things on fire or infecting any cybertronian that came near it into uncontrollable rage.
-Elita watched as shaded figures scattered around Cybertron, creating a fog that allowed more bots to be infected and fight each other.
-All cybertronians could only watch as Cybertron was plunged into a new era by the embodiment of their ultimate sin.
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(Author's note: I didn't think about adding the twins in the first fic, so this is an AU version where reader finds the twins at Sirion.)
Warnings: dark, some violence, past battles, starving children, getting hunted, dogs getting hurt, reader getting injured, angst, some fluff, and escaping.
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-You likely end up finding these two in abandoned Sirion when you were looking for civilization or people to help you out.
-You would find signs of fighting and find remains of people that time had eroded into bones and dust. Those and scattered rusted weapons were your clues that this place had been attacked a long time ago — either by the Dark lord or by some other force. It was a bit challenging to tell, as the battle marks looked decades old. All you could tell was that there was a fight — a very violent one.
-You gathered supplies and whatever you could find. You decided to try fishing and collect whatever was left in the fish traps that hadn't been attended to for only Eru knows how long.
-Fish wasn't your favorite food, but it was better than eating nothing. Thankfully, some of the fish traps managed to contain crabs, which you could prepare into travel snacks.
-Soon, you noticed some of your catches vanishing.
-It was odd because the seagulls kept their distance, and you didn’t see any wild animals that could have possibly sneaked past your notice. However, since it happened only once, you didn't think much of it.
-It then happened again when you were preparing a campsite, and some of the fish sticks you prepared vanished. Okay, there was definitely someone stealing your food.
-At night, when you took comfort in the bonfire's warmth and waited for your remaining food to finish cooking. You heard sounds in the shadows, and your senses tingled that something — or someone— was watching you.
-You tried to call them over, but no one answered. Having had enough of the waiting, you decided to set up a trap.
-You left some of the cooked fish in the open and walked away, pretending to go pee. You then hid in a corner and watched in secret. It took a while, but then a kid walked out of the shadows, grabbing the cooked fish.
-You got out of your hiding spot and tried to talk to them, but then the kid sprinted. You gave chase, trying to make them stop. The kid was fast, but you managed to catch up and followed them into a cave. With a lamp in hand, you found two identical elven kids, or what looked like elven kids.
-These kids had the pointed ears of an elf, but from what you could see, small white wings sprouted from the back of their heads. They also had wings on their backs, which looked too small to support their weight in flight. Your eyes could also spot feathers growing from their skin.
- It made you think of angels or seraphs.
-They hissed at you like animals.
-You quickly made yourself appear less threatening, especially when you noticed how thin they were. They must be starving. Seeing that you would not gain their trust at the moment, you let them have the food and left them alone.
- You did not know what to think, especially how unusual they appeared. You knew well that this world didn't have creatures like them before, so they had to be elves, though changed. Just what happened while you were in ice?
-For the next few days, you tried to gain the children’s trust, leaving them food and fresh water. You wanted to know more, also because it pained you to see them so thin.
-Eventually, one night, the twins dared to approach you. They watched you from the shadows, but then came out when you offered them more fish and water. While eating like hungry animals, you gave them a blanket for warmth.
-You tried to talk to them, but they didn’t seem to understand the common tongue. They did understand Sindarin. You learned their names to be Elrond and Elros.
-When you asked them what happened, they told you that some bad elves attacked their home, infected with some kind of sickness that made them attack like beasts. The twins’ people either died fighting or fled. They had no idea what became of their parents.
-But since then, they had been alone in their empty home. Through time, their bodies grew wings and feathers.
-They then said that you're the first human they have ever seen.
-Your heart ached for their pain. But it shed some light on what happened to the world.
-Unable to leave them behind to fend for themselves, you convinced them to come along with you. Together, you found your way to the dwarven city. The dwarves acted cautiously around the two, but didn't deny you entry. There, you learned about Morgoth's taint on the elves and everything else that had happened in the past sixty years.
-Though you could have left the twins in the dwarves' care, they decided to join you on your journey when you asked them. It was slower with them coming along, but they listened to your instructions, and their company brought you certain comfort.
-You gave them most of the food, helped groom their feathers, and told them campfire stories to help them sleep. Cuddling with them also helped fight the cold through the night.
-You would be more cautious around your surroundings and teach the twins about every fae-like danger and how to avoid them.
-When you three got trapped and hunted by Maglor’s brothers, your escape would be more challenging. Thankfully, the twins were quick on their feet and listened to your instructions. The downside was that they refused to leave you behind.
-When the hunting hounds caught up to you and went after the twins, the wendigo drove your protective instincts into overdrive. You fought the hunting hounds, even ripping one of the hounds' throats open with your teeth.
-Considering that you had been off your medicine for a while, the wendigo's urges were especially difficult to control.
-After escaping the hounds, you having received a possibly infected dog bite, the twins would be distraught over you and talk to the strange birds that had been following you.
-When you woke up, cured from the sickness, the twins would explain that the birds were really old friends of yours. You trusted their word, especially after connecting the dots yourself.
-After the hound incident, you told them about the wendigo curse and how you had it way before Morgoth's taint. The twins would believe you and accept it. They would promise to help you find the rest of the ingredients for your medicine once you all escaped the trap.
-With the birds' help, you reunited with your horse Goliath, who then willingly carried you three toward the exit.
-Of course, your escape paused when Maglor suddenly appeared out of the river and tried to grab you, causing you and the twins to fall.
-You told the twins to hide as the wendigo came forward once more, making you tackle Maglor down from his horse and realize it was him.
-You and the twins then managed to escape the trap, and Goliath carried you three toward the east.
-You could say you became the children’s guardian in a way. You grew fond of them, and they trusted you, even picking words of English from you. However, you had a strong feeling that your encounter with Maglor wouldn’t be the last one.
"How's it going with our subject here?" - Dr. Blakk
"So far, she's fine and alive." - The Researcher
"Why is it bleeding from its mouth?" - Dr. Blakk
"That? Yeah, just a side effect from the experiments we've been performing on her. Don't worry about her staring at us, she knows we're here, but currently, she has no understanding of what's going on around her. She's detached, hollow, nothing going on behind those blind eyes." - The Researcher
This is what could happen if Blakk Industries found a Bright Clan member.
Basically, they would experiment with the member.
And here, this member has lost some of her fur in large areas of her body.
She has scars from operations and needles, which look infected.
She's blind on both eyes, but more blind on her left than her right eye.
Her teeth and gums are rotted, making it hard to eat.
A piece of her right ear is torn.
And her body is extremely scrawny from lack of nutrition and from the side effects of the several experimentations that have been performed on her.
Caitlyn was standing in front of Grayson's tomb. She hadn't been here in a while, and she didn't even know why she had come here in the first place. Perhaps that last debacle with Jinx had hit her harder than she thought, and as she admired the craftsmanship of her mentor's statue and the dedication to which it was maintained, she reached a conclusion that she had reached every time she had set foot in the graveyard.
She hated this place.
It was something she felt ever since she was a kid, she never got the purpose of Graveyards. She'd seen many as she grew up, Ionian graveyards with incense left on each tombstone, Demacian Catacombs filled with long dead heroes, Shuriman burial sites where only a few rocks would denote a body laid to rest...she hated each and every one. People didn't come here for the dead, they came here for themselves, to feel better (or worse), and stare at an empty space imagining the people who are dead to be listening. She had seen what happened to those poor souls that didn't pass on, and that was a fate much worse than death, so for her those who were dead, truly dead, were no longer there to listen.
A few feet away from where she was standing, past all the graves of former sheriffs, you'd find where a lot of the Enforcers and Wardens were laid to rest, good men and women (she hoped) who laid their lives for a good cause. During the time she was sheriff, she had to be there for each one, give speeches to their valor, console grieving people, and more than once get struck by angry family members. Each time she did this without doubt until she was no longer in charge.
And if you were to keep walking to the west, you'd find the Kiramman section of the graveyard, lavished in marble and purple, where many of 'the great Kiramman of old' were buried in highly decorated Mausoleums, as if you were to be entering a long forgotten city. As the heir, she had to attend each and every one of the extended family funerals, even if it was someone she didn't know or (frankly) cared for. This too, she did with no complains, and until her passing she'd have to.
Her passing...
She imagined first what her funeral would be like. Despite her instructions that she didn't want one (She didn't even want a grave with her name) , the city would suddenly recognize all she did and her family would put on a big show of it. People would say how great she truly was, the sacrifices she made, enemies would pretend to have respected her, and she'd get a statue just like Grayson's, most likely a better one. They might even name a park after her. People will debate for decades to come whether or not her death was just, whether if her crusade was just, and history would decide if she was hero or villain.
At that last thought she had to laugh.
"When the bullet enters my skull" She thought. "Why will it matter why? Why will anything?"
Then she imagined her death. Much like her mentor she'd be find in an alley, or the middle of the street, or the park they'd later name after her or wherever and her passing would not have been pretty. Decades of work deemed worthless in a split second decision as a mistake costs her everything, and she finally dies, like a dog put down after it's grown too old and too blind to be useful. She tried to think who'd be the one to end her, Jinx, Mundo, Warwick? Perhaps an outside threat. But no, grand final bouts like that only happened in melodramas, some random person will get lucky or reckless enough and end her. Much like Grayson
She'd not die for her city. People don't die for anything.
People just die.
A sigh escaped her mouth. Again she asked why she had come here? Perhaps she hoped this time would be different...it would be nice to be like father and come to places like this, talk to friends and family of old, finding...peace. But Caitlyn wasn't built for peace, and places like this were not built for her....still....
Closing her eyes she imagined that it was true, and sitting down in front of the cold stone with the visage of her mentor she began to talk, of herself, her achivements, how good of a person Grayson was, what an inspiration she was. Today, she'd try and do this with all the dead she knew here, even if it took her all day.
Half way through a bottle of Bacardi 151, Theo swayed to the song pounding over the radio. Usually he liked music from the 70′s but right now, he was listening to newer music. Dark, bass filled, and perfect for his mood for the past few days. He kept up appearances, of course, he was good at that, but alone, he did just what he was doing now. Good thing their new place wasn’t connected to someone else’s or he’d get them in trouble. Sophie was currently at work but the older vampire hadn’t kept an eye on the clock, wasn’t paying attention to anything other than the bottle in his hand and the music on the stereo. Before the bottle he had now, it had been vodka. Maybe tequila would be next? He could take it.
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Imagine being Krell's former padawan and coming to Umbara to kill him...
You are Krell's former padawan who was proclaimed dead and came to Umbara to kill him. Rex and the rest of 501st agree to help you have your revenge after his betrayal comes to be known.
Warnings: violence, mentions of casualties, Krell being an ass to the clones, reader being slightly threatening, reader's past being dark, past mentions of starvation and mental breakdowns, hinted depressed reader, slight Fives x reader pairing, mentions of an execution, and the Umbaran arch itself.
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- The 501st just got changed with General Pong Krell, who not only showed his dislike toward the clones but his complete disregard for their lives as he ordered them to fight the Umbarans with tactics that made many of them drop dead like flies.
- Rex did not know what to do except follow the orders he was given. Fives and the rest of his brothers slowly grew to resent the general the more violent the battles became and more of their brothers died deaths that could have been easily avoided. Rex could not blame them. His own patience was tested and he only hoped they would live long enough to have General Skywalker come back to them.
- While they continued forward, Fives began to notice something.
“Hey, does it feel like we’re being followed?” He asked.
- Rex tried to observe the misty woods around them while moving as Krell did not allow them to stop even for a brief moment of respite. He could not see anything, but there was an odd feeling like they were being followed by something. For a moment, he thought he saw something moving in the shadows.
- His brothers agreed to have the same feeling while some reasoned it was stress from the battle kicking in, making them paranoid. They had not been allowed to rest or properly treat their wounds after all. Their suspicions were silenced by Krell ordering them to pick up the space, which not only irritated them further but forced them to ignore the feeling of being watched.
- After a rough confrontation on the road with the Umbarans which cost them more casualties, they were preparing to continue forward by Krell’s order. But then, a hooded figure suddenly jumped out of the shadows and attacked the general with a red lightsaber. Rex and his brothers have seen their fair share of battles with the Sith, so they did not hesitate to open fire on the attacker once Krell pushed them far enough.
- The attacker blocked their blaster fire and fled into the woods, turning off their red lightsaber and hiding in the shadows. Fives noticed something and told Rex that the attacker was wearing clone armor on one of their arms. Rex felt confused as he caught glimpses of the clone armor as well.
- Krell looked more annoyed with their assistance and then reasoned the attacker was a Sith assassin, sent by the Separatist.
- Rex felt strange as he was familiar with most of the Sith serving the Separatists, yet he couldn’t pinpoint any Sith who would wear clone armor. Was the assassin perhaps someone new?
- Krell ordered them to be more vigilant for the assassin, before giving the order to move forward with their plan.
- Fives found the assassin concerning and questioned why a Sith would wear clone armor pieces. Rex could not give a direct answer and some of his brothers began speculating if the Sith took clone armor pieces as trophies. It sounded reasonable, which meant their lives were in much more danger. The idea made them feel even more agitated, and there was little Rex could do to comfort them. He found one thing strange the Sith did not even try to harm them after attacking Krell.
- The Sith came back after they claimed the Umbaran airbase. Rex and the rest of his battalion were still recovering from the fight that claimed many lives. Krell was talking to them in his usual arrogant tone till he sensed the assassin and blocked their lightsaber after they jumped out of the shadows. A fight ensued between the general and the assassin. Rex, Fives, and those still in fighting conditions raised their blasters and waited for the opportunity while watching the general fight the assassin.
- After Krell pushed the assassin back with the force, he ordered them to open fire. They did and the assassin was forced to block their blaster fire. The assassin then used the force to push them away while focusing on Krell. It caught Rex’s attention because the attacker could have easily killed them yet they only moved him and his brothers away.
- When more of their brothers joined in the shooting, the Sith used some of the debris as cover before retreating into the woods.
- However, this time, Krell ordered them to chase after and capture the assassin. Rex tried to reason with him as going against a Sith was a high risk. Krell threatened him with his still-ignited lightsaber and he was forced to comply.
- Him, Fives, and a few others who were still capable of fighting went after the Sith, chasing them into the woods.
- Fives was cursing the general as they were ill-equipped against a foe who could easily crush them. What hopes do they have to capture the assassin?
- Rex agreed with him but they had no other choice. He had a feeling Krell might punish them severely if they failed to capture the assassin.
- The assassin ambushed them, picking them off one by one. When Rex thought the assassin killed his brothers, he found them groaning and unconscious. It made him baffled as he realized the assassin was not attempting to kill them, simply knocking them down. When the assassin tackled Fives down, Rex was then pushed against a tree and held against it by something invisible. He then saw the Sith standing before him, using force on him.
- He now had a clear view of the assassin’s helmet and the clone armor that covered their arm. The assassin then spoke to him.
“Krell…” Said the assassin.
“What?” Rex struggled against the force that had him in its grip.
“I want Pong Krell. I have no quarrel with you or any of your brothers. I will leave you to continue your war once you give me Pong Krell,” the Sith explained.
- It took a moment, but Rex realized that the Sith before him was only after Krell.
- He suddenly heard Fives call out to him and saw the assassin get hit with a stun blast. The Sith pushed Fives down with force before they were then stunned from behind. Jesse and Hardcase quickly jumped down, shooting the assassin with stun charges. It took six charges for the assassin to fall down, stunned and unconscious.
- To Rex’s relief, none of his brothers who came with him were lethally wounded, simply bruised from the ambush.
- They were confused as the assassin could have easily killed them. Rex did not want to question it any further and instructed them to cuff the assassin before they could recover from the stun charges.
- Rex and the others then returned to the airbase with the assassin. Krell feigned surprise seeing them alive and the assassin was set on their knees in front of him.
“Now, let’s see the face of this assassin,” Krell mocked as he removed the helmet, revealing your face.
Krell’s eyes widened with genuine surprise for the first time.
“(Name)... You’re alive?”
You only glared at him. “No thanks to you, master,” You growled.
- Rex and 501th were shocked to say at least. They had not expected the general to know who the assassin was, or that the assassin was his former padawan who was proclaimed dead after a disastrous battle with the Separatists.
- Krell feigned sympathy about how you had fallen to the dark side and became an assassin for the Separatists. You sneered at him, claiming you had no business with the Separatist, you only came to Umbara to kill him and make up for what he had done.
- Krell ordered you to be imprisoned in the holding cells, claiming you might have intel on the enemy. Fives became suspicious, something about your supposed death did not sit right with him.
- After you were contained and Krell finally allowed them to recover, they began questioning and theorizing about you and your reason for coming to Umbara. Fives did not blame your want to kill your former master, but there was something he couldn't pinpoint like the clone armor you wore or how you avoided killing them. It was not very Sith-like.
- Rex became curious as well and decided he would interrogate you for it. He came to the holding cells where you were contained. You looked at him as he stood on the other side of the ray shield.
“I did not steal the armor from the clone it belonged to,” You answered before he could present his question.
“That was not my question,” Rex replied.
“No, but it’s what you were thinking,” You said.
- You then explained the clone who the armor belonged to was a dear friend to you, and also the last thing you had. You then advised Rex to start questioning Krell and be suspicious of his orders. He could save his brothers before it was too late.
- It made Rex feel conflicted, but something in your words made him feel like there was some truth in them. He wanted to ask more, but you advised him not, because Krell might just eliminate him for knowing the truth.
- Your advice made him feel suspicious. By any reason, he should not trust the words of a Sith, but since your eyes bore no hatred for him or his brothers, neither were they yellow like with most Sith. He began to see how unlike you were to the Sith despite seeking revenge and wielding hatred for Pong Krell.
- After Fives, Jesse and Hardcase flew the ships and destroyed the supply ship with Hardcase sacrificing himself. Fives and Jesse were arrested and sent to the holding cells to wait for their execution.
“Let me guess… treason?” You looked over at them after their handlers left.
“Disobedience of orders, even though our plan worked and helped us advance toward the city,” Fives said angrily.
You only chuckled. “Sound about right. Master never liked when his orders were not obeyed,” You said.
- When Fives observed you and the clone armor that covered your arm, he asked for your story and reason for wanting Krell dead.
- You concluded that since you were most likely going to die, there would be no harm in telling the whole truth about your supposed death. You asked them to sit down and started telling your side of the story. You and the battalion you fought with were ordered to retreat but the ship malfunctioned, causing you to be left behind as the Separatists claimed the planet. You later found out that it was your master who sabotaged the ship, allowing you to be captured by the separatists.
- Only you and ten other clones survived, one of them being a clone commander who was your friend. You managed to escape through a stolen ship and tried to reunite with one of the Republic ships, to tell the truth of Krell’s betrayal. Unfortunately, Krell was on the ship you managed to contact with. He made your allies believe you were spies thus ordering your termination.
- Your friend gave up his life to protect you, pushing you into the escape pod before the ship you stole was destroyed. All that was left of him was the arm that got caught between the closing doors as you were left alone drifting through space.
- Your escape pod aimlessly floated through space for countless rotations, causing you to starve and desperately try to contact anyone through the radio. You eventually lost your mind to the dark side as you were filled with despair and rage. Your mental breakdown unintentionally caused the bleeding of your kyber crystal, turning the once blue color into red.
- You then crash-landed on a planet where you were found by wandering monks who were familiar with the ways of the force. They healed your mind and helped you balance the dark and bright sides of the force allowing you to recover mastery over it. However, to find peace, you decided to seek revenge and put an end to your master's life as his evil was allowed to live and you turned out right. You wore your friend's armor in order to remember him and in poetry to have him with you as you put an end to your master’s life.
- Fives had doubts about your story, but seeing you speak fondly about your dead friend made him feel like you were telling the truth. There was also deep sadness and tiredness in your eyes unlike with many of the Sith he had seen. He realized you were still mourning the loss of your friends, which made you feel more genuine to him.
- Fives quickly found it easy to talk to you. You two shared a few jokes and you even told him what some clones in your old battalion were like.
- When they were taken out of their cells to be executed, you nearly wanted to intervene but kept calm when you sensed the true intentions of their brothers. They were going to be fine.
- After Fives and Jesse were not executed, Fives told your story to Rex as they were sent on a mission to confront separatist droids who pretended to be clones. Rex felt strange by your story but then they encountered the supposed droids and started fighting them. When Rex realized they were fighting their own brothers, everything you said to him began to make sense and he quickly stopped the battle from continuing.
- When Krell’s treachery became known, Rex, Fives, and the rest of the 501st battalion decided to put an end to him. They confronted the Jedi general, trying to arrest him. It ended with many dead and Krell escaping the airbase.
- Rex ordered them to follow him but then Fives stopped him, suggesting they let you out as you were capable of fighting Krell.
- Rex hesitated, but Fives had a gut feeling that they could trust you to help them stop Krell now that it was known he was indeed a traitor.
- They came to the holding cells, freeing you and returning your lightsaber. They will let you go if you help them stop Krell.
“As I said before I have no quarrel with you. I will help bring Pong Krell down, but I will kill him. Trust me. He’s way too dangerous to be kept alive,” You said, attaching your lightsaber to your belt.
- Rex and Fives decided to allow it. When you ran outside the airbase, Dogma tried to stop you. You talked him down, revealing all the horror your master did and that he should not follow his supposed programming blindly. Rex and his brothers were surprised how you were able to convince Dogma down through talking but did not complain since it meant Dogma would no longer try to follow Krell’s orders. A Sith would have killed him on the spot, so they were more convinced of your claim of not being there for them.
- You were familiar with your master’s tactics, thus you were able to track him through the misty woods easily. You also came up with a plan to fight your master with minimal casualties as possible.
“You know, for a Sith, you’re quite more considerate than your former master,” Rex stated after you explained the plan.
You chuckled dryly. “A Sith is someone who seeks to dominate and is fueled by anger. My lightsaber might be red, but I do not seek to dominate nor do I allow my judgment to be guided by anger. I seek to kill Krell for his wrongdoings against me and to stop his twisted ideals from ever coming to life,”
- Rex was surprised by your reasoning and did not disagree with you. He was more convinced of your story and wondered if he would be able to talk General Skywalker into taking you in once Krell was taken down. Even if you sought revenge, you were not like the Sith he had encountered.
- After agreeing to your plan, and tracking down your master. A fierce fight ensued between you, Rex, the 501st, and your former master. You were surprisingly equally matched with your former master even though he wielded two double-bladed lightsabers.
- With 501st and you working together, Krell was outnumbered. Your former master fought viciously back, killing many clones and trying to kill you. Your lightsaber had a modification that allowed you to separate it into two lightsabers, allowing you equal ground with your master.
- After leading your master to the trap which was a root monster Rex and his brothers encountered before, you tricked your master into the trap and watched as he struggled against the tentacle-like roots that tried to feed him to the largemouth on the ground. He used his lightsabers to cut the roots as he was trapped under their weight, you took the chance to decapitate his head from his body, killing him and ending the nightmare.
- You talked with Rex and Fives, asking what they planned to do with you now that Krell is gone. Fives suggested they could take you back to the Jedi order and clear up the mystery behind your and your battalion's fates. You shook your head at the thought. You had no intentions of returning to the Jedi Order as you had walked the path of the dark side for too long. You now wished to rest and start a new— away from the Jedi Order and everything involving the war.
- As you had done nothing to harm or sabotage them, they agreed to let you go, though promising to tell the whole truth to their general and the council. You decided to leave your lightsaber with them as a gesture to the Jedi Order that you will not be a danger to the Republic and that you had no need for it anymore. You were going to start over. You thanked Fives for his company before returning to your ship and leaving Umbara.
- Fives made sure to tell your story once Anakin Skywalker returned to them. Pong Krell’s treachery went deeper than expected, but your name was cleared and the Jedi council decided not to seek you out. However, Fives hoped you were able to find peace and start a better life from the war.
You wake up to a world where Morgoth had tainted the elves into something worse. You decide to journey toward the east where you might be safe. However, you end up getting hunted by your former lover and his brothers. Will you escape and survive? Or will you be caught and possibly suffer a fate worse than death?
Fearie AU
(Author note: I was inspired by my friend's @lamemaster 's latest fics. This is an AU version of my The Heart of Autumn. Bonus points if you recognize who the two birds are. )
Warnings: dark things, violence, getting hunted, getting bitten and wounded, mentions of possible rabies, angst, and reader not having a great time.
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When you broke free from the ice and walked out of that cave, you immediately knew something was off. The land around you seemed normal at first glance, but something in the back of your mind was telling you that something was not right. Your suspicion became more evident when you decided to try to find a settlement and you walked through the woods.
The trees and the wildlife around you seemed more wild than usual. All kinds of plants grew around the roots in good health which was unusual since Morgoth’s influence in the north did not usually allow such abundance. Then there were the animals. They did not seem afraid of you when they saw you. They just stood there and watched as you walked past them. It was enough to send creeps through your spine. You had once read a survival book on how to avoid supernaturals and one rule told you that if you ever felt like you were being watched then you needed to leave the area, so you walked out of those woods faster than ever because it felt like you were being watched by everything.
You then came across an abandoned human town. By the worn-down woods and the structures that had suffered from the exposure of elements, you could conclude the town had been abandoned for longer than a decade. It was strange as there were no signs of fighting so nothing raided the town which meant the original residents left by their own will. Now one question remains--- what made them leave?
You scavenged whatever useful items you could get and continued your journey toward the west. More questions arose when you found more abandoned human settlements and the world around you became more unnerving. During nights, you hear strange sounds and notice shadows moving in the darkness. You didn’t dare to set up a fire and used one of the old camping techniques you learned from Camilla’s family, which was finding a sturdy and tall enough tree to sleep and stay safe from whatever lurked in the darkness.
When you found your way to what seemed to be an elven port city, you were left unsettled as it was abandoned too— there was not a soul in sight. It left you with questions you couldn’t answer. What happened? Where was everyone?
You stayed in the city for a day, using the abandoned fishing equipment to catch some fish to feed yourself. With luck, you managed to find some maps and other useful gear. You decided to try your luck with the nearest dwarf city. If even the dwarves had abandoned their underground homes, then there wasn’t a single soul left in Beleriand.
Following the map, you traveled to the mountain where the dwarven city was located, and to your relief, it was not abandoned like all the other places. The dwarves seemed surprised to see you but did not deny entry. They allowed you to stay and told you everything that had happened over the past decades.
Morgoth had been defeated and forced into hiding. However, before his defeat, he did something that caused the magic of the world to become untamed, tainting the elves. The taint turned them into something so sinister that even Morgoth became terrified of them, going into forever hiding. Their once bright nature turned them more prone to evil and their beauty combined with the world around them. They hunted down the orcs to extinction and even humans were not safe from them. The humans fled to the east, even far away to Rhun where the tainted elves did not follow them. Some of the untainted elves tried to escape the taint by sailing west, and not a single thing was heard of them since. The dwarves refused to leave their mountain homes. The tainted elves lacked interest in the dwarves thus they were relatively safe from their twisted nature. Some dwarves decided to continue dealing with these elves as they shared a love for gold and jewels, while some were forced to fight them.
Their description made you think of the faeries, or faes for short, one of the most dangerous types of fairies in your world. Now that you have thought about your experience so far, the state of the world and the woods made more sense to you.
The dwarves shared they hadn’t seen a human for many years and marveled how you managed to survive without being ensnared by the tainted elves. You were most likely lucky because you would have fallen into a trap now that you knew the elves had become something like the faeries.
Most of the elves who dwelled near the shores had fled to the west or whatever islands they could find, so their fates were uncertain. The Sindar had become one with their woods, so they mostly stayed in their forest. However, the Noldor were most affected by the taint becoming twisted rulers of the north, filled with lust for blood and other things unimaginable. The Feanorians had become hunters who hunted down anyone who dared to cross their lands.
You did not want to imagine your Maglor as a bloodthirsty hunter, but since the world had changed, you decided to believe what the dwarves said. It only made you more worried about what became of Camilla. There was a chance that she fled when things began to go wrong. But what if they did something to her before she could do so?
The dwarves said you should leave Beleriand, go to the east, and reunite with your kin in Rhun. Since you were a human, Beleriand was now the most dangerous place for you. You considered their words and decided that it was for the best. The faeries of your world adapted to your world’s society, but their tricky nature still made them dangerous as they sometimes twisted the rules and found loopholes to do what they wanted. If the elves became anything like them, you did not want to take any chances.
You stayed with the dwarves for a few days, reading everything they had on the now-tainted elves and learning all the necessary tricks you needed to avoid them. It had been forever since you did such research but it was better to be ready than sorry. The dwarves provided you with some supplies and items in case you encountered tainted elves. They showed you safe routes you could use and you managed to plan out your path. They gave you a pony and once you were set, you bid them farewell and a thank you for their hospitality. They wished you good luck and hoped Aule would look out for your safety. You will need it because if you got caught, then there was a high chance you would suffer a fate worse than death.
You were nervous but kept up a calm head as you started your journey.
You first came to pass the great woods of Doriath. The place looked more ominous than last time, so you could only wonder what it was like in Menegroth. You thought about Luthien and her family. You hoped they were safe even though it had been years. If things weren't so serious, you would have entertained the idea of visiting them, but since it was not safe for you, you left the idea.
You heard voices coming from the woods and realized it must have been elves singing. You knew the elves’s singing could cause you to follow them or get enchanted and one way to prevent that is to sing a catchy tone to distract them. So, you started singing one catchy travel song you knew. The singing stopped. It was a good sign but just to be sure, you continued singing until you passed the woods.
You came across a small lake and saw what seemed to be a white long-tailed duck and a cooper’s hawk. An odd pair, but not just as odd as the hawk being in a color of purple and pink. They observed you with keen caution and you looked at them back. They must be some kind of faes, so you kept caution as you rode past them. Oddly enough, there was something familiar about them.
The ride went smoothly despite the oddities. You then continued toward Ossiriand. Due to the feanorians’ influence over the north, you decided not to risk using the road across the blue mountains because it would force you to go to their lands. However, you did need to be cautious since Ossiriand was known to be home to some elf groups.
All seemed well, but your luck seemed to have run out as one coming night, you heard the dreadful sound of a hunting horn. The dwarves warned you about the feanorians playing their horn as it was a sign that they were nearby and on a hunt. However, hearing the horn made even the wendigo feel weary which was not a good sign.
There would be no way to outrun them if they caught track of you, and having met Celegorm, you did all you could to hide your tracks. You released the pony, taking her gear and wishing her good luck. You felt relieved that you didn’t decide to set up a fire and once all tracks were hidden and the pony was gone, you hid yourself and all your items beneath a small cave that had running water. One way to hide any scents and sounds was to be near running water. You then listened when you heard horses coming to your former campsite.
You heard them talk in their language. You flinched as the Quenya came out of their lips like whispers and hisses like a snake. You recognized the voices of Celegorm, Curufin, and Caranthir as they looked through your camp. You counted them through the sound of the hooves and voices. One, three, four, five, and six. You counted six riders. Where was the seventh? Which brother was missing?
Celegorm found tracks of your pony and you could nearly feel the thrill of a hunt in his voice. It was enough to send shivers down your spine. You didn’t get along with him before since he was a bit of an asshole, but now he sounded like a psychotic killer. You did not want to imagine what he would do if he knew you were there.
They decided to go after your pony’s tracks. You sensed through the earth as the thundering hooves galloped away and you counted that all six of them left. You quietly released a breath of relief and prayed for your pony’s sake.
You waited till the morning before continuing your journey on foot. If Maglor and his brothers were anything like the faeries of your world, then daytime should provide you some safety and time to travel. Faeries usually allowed their twisted nature to flourish when it was dark.
Walking through the land was tiring, but you forced yourself to continue. You stopped for a moment to take a drink from your bottle. It allowed you to notice the purple hawk and the white long-tailed duck from Doriath sitting on a tree, observing you. They were together and seeing them there made you feel odd.
However, since their appearance did not alert the feanorians on you, you concluded they were not there to rat you out. You continued your walk after your break.
After an hour or two, you tried to find your way to one of Ossiriands great rivers, but for some reason, you were walking in circles. The day was also hot as hell and you soon realized that most of your water was gone. You settled beside a river, concluding it was clean and attempting to fill your bottle with it. But then, the white long-tailed duck showed up, quacking and flapping its wings at you.
“What do you want?” You asked, confused as it was stopping you from taking the water.
You then heard what seemed to be soft humming. You looked around as there was no one yet the voice seemed to be trying to lure you to the water. You soon realized why the duck stopped you and quietly stepped back into the woods. Despite your heart being compelled to return and follow the voice, you ran as fast as you could away from the river.
One of the positive perks of being cursed with a supernatural spirit was that it made you immune to other supernatural beings. Something like a siren lurked in those waters and that duck just saved you.
When you noticed you came back to another circle, you took out a normal compass and the arrow was spinning like a crazy. It made your blood run cold. The good news is, you now knew why you were going around circles. It was because you were inside a magical fae trap that made you unable to leave.
You then heard the horn again. They were on to you. You were being hunted.
You took out another compass, a special compass given by the dwarves. They had discovered that the fae traps were never perfect, thus there was a hole the person could escape through and the compass showed the way to the hole. You felt relieved when you got a direction and started running.
Unfortunately, the feanorians weren’t the only ones hunting you. They had hunting hounds. Their dogs snuffed you out and came after you. You were forced to use drastic maneuvers to evade them as they charged at you. Unfortunately, one of the mutts managed to plunge its teeth into your leg, tearing through your flesh. You cried in pain but used a dagger to stab the hound, forcing it to let you go.
However, the hounds surrounded you, ready to tear you apart. In pain and crippling anxiety, wendigo took control. You struck one of the hounds with your strength before growling and charging at one of the hounds, tackling it down and plunging your teeth into its hide.
The sudden display of savagery scared the hounds away. You snapped back to reality after killing the dog and tasting its blood in your mouth. You panicked. You apologized to the dog and continued running away.
With your wound, you were forced to stop. You became desperate as you lost the compass when you got bitten by the hounds. It was too big of a risk to go back for it. You then saw the duck and hawk again, waiting for you. They let out sounds, indicating you to follow them. You decided to trust them and they led you to a hiding place, where you managed to address your wound properly.
The hound got you hard. Adding the medical herbs felt awful but the pain subsided after you managed to tie it with bandages. You fell sick and dreaded what would become of you. You were in some real shit hole and possibly got rabies.
The purple hawk suddenly landed beside your head, looking down on you with its pink eyes. It felt ominous as it then laid its wing over your eyes.
“Sleep,” You heard a familiar voice but fell into a painless slumber.
You then woke up in the morning, feeling something strange in your mouth. You pulled out a strange leaf with weird spots in it. It left your mouth dry but you didn’t feel sick anymore. You tried to figure out what happened last night and only one person came to mind about who that voice belonged to.
Your thoughts vanished when you saw a giant leaf with clean water in it. You grabbed it and drank the water, quenching your thirst and feeling refreshed.
You looked around for the strange birds. You were now certain that they were helping you, even though you didn’t know why. Perhaps they were good faes as that was not impossible. Maybe not all elves turned evil.
You found the duck, who quacked and patted its feet. The hawk stood on a tree expectantly. You didn’t know what it wanted but it looked like they wanted you to follow them again. Without your compass, you were going in blind so you decided to trust them and follow them as they led you somewhere.
The birds led you to a forest. You hid yourself when you saw horses and elves, dancing around, singing. They looked nothing like their former selves as some had features of animals and some had features like they were part of nature itself. They looked like the fae though more unnerving. The duck quacked and flew in another direction. You were confused as to why they would lead you right to your pursuers but decided to trust them as they didn’t alert the elves of your presence.
The duck and hawk stood on the trees as you were watching the horses. The horses nearly looked ordinary except that some of them also looked different. You saw a few with extra eyes, some in other colors and some even looked like birds. You guessed they were changed too as some of the horses were from Valinor. You tried to guess what the birds wanted you to do because you did not want to risk trying to steal one of the horses. Elves shared deep bonds with their equine companions, so the horses were loyal, they would definitely either kill you or alert the elves of your presence.
You bickered with the birds as you couldn’t risk stealing. The pair then looked away from the horses and you followed their gaze. Away from the horses, stood a black horse, without a saddle and eating grass alone. You narrowed your eyes as the horse looked familiar and sneaked closer to have a better look. When you recognized the horse, you finally realized why the birds led you there. They led you to your salvation as the lone black stallion was your own horse, Goliath.
“Goliath…” You uttered in disbelief.
The giant picked up its head and looked toward you. There was some gray in his snout and coat, most likely due to his age. You noticed feathers on his coat and figured he had been morphed like a raven. However, he still looked young and healthy like the last time you saw him. It was your sweet giant Goliath.
Goliath looked at you with caution but when you showed your face and called him again by his name. His tail whisked and he whined as he nearly galloped to you, allowing you to embrace him and nearly cry with joy. He still remembered you.
It also seemed he had remained loyal to you even after your supposed death since he bore no saddle or didn’t stand with the other horses.
You patted him and gave him sugary treats he liked. You realized the birds had reunited you with your equine best friend and possibly given you your salvation. There was a high chance Goliath knew how to get out of the trap.
You asked him if he was willing to help you escape. You did not need to guess if he agreed because he then laid down, allowing you to climb on his back. You had no hesitation to climb on him and ride as he then took you away from the elven camp.
You held onto his mane as he ran through the woods and fields. You felt hopeful as the path seemed new. However, you felt slightly anxious as it would not probably take long for the elves to notice that one of their horses was missing. The hawk and the duck followed you through flight.
You were right as you heard the horn in the distance.
You also heard hounds so you guided Goliath to run beside a river in hopes of hiding your scent. However, the white duck suddenly quacked in alarm as it flew near you. You didn’t have time to question why it was suddenly alerted but your answer to the missing seventh rider was answered when a dark rider with his horse jumped out of the river, reaching out to you with his clawed hands. You pulled back, falling from Goliath’s back.
You groaned from the fall as the impact caused the wound on your leg to open, but quickly fled into the forest. However, with your wound burning like a hot knife, you didn’t get far and when you heard the rider coming for you, you lost control of the wendigo again.
When the rider was about to strike you, you screamed and pounced high enough to tackle him from his horse. The helmet he wore got thrown on and you roared at him as you laid on top of him. His horse whined and tried to attack you, but Goliath came back, kicking and preventing the other horse from approaching you.
Seeing the rider’s face and realizing who was below you snapped you back in control. You stared in shock as it was Maglor who looked back at you. His skin was pale as snow and his hair was darker than ever. He had what you could describe as scales dressing the skin below his eyes which were sharp like that of a snake. You then realized that he must have been your siren from before as he was the one who came out of the water and most likely kept track of you. Now it made more clear why the white duck was so alarmed when you were near water.
“Maglor?” You uttered in disbelief as you stared at each other with shock and bewilderment.
However, when you heard the horns and sounds of horses, you quickly climbed back on Goliath and rode away from Maglor. You looked back for a moment, seeing Maglor looking after you but making no attempts to chase after you. You shook your head and focused on escaping.
Goliath ran like the wind and when you got to the end of the forest, you suddenly felt like you went through something and like a heavy spell had been lifted from you. You realized that you had finally escaped the trap and urged Goliath to keep running, you did not want to risk Maglor and his brothers coming after you now that you had officially escaped them. Celegorm would most likely not take it lightly that his prey got away.
However, it did not stop you from thinking about Maglor and how he had changed. There was a chance he didn’t know it was you when he tried to lure you into the water. Now you were concerned about what he would do now that he knew it was you. For a moment you thought you saw his old self when you looked at him in the eyes. However, you did not decide to stay and find out.
You rode toward the east on Goliath, guided by the white duck and the hawk as you left Ossiriand. You could only hope your journey would get easier from there.
Your lover was taken by the orcs. Seeing them hurt and bleeding causes you to break and show the true strength of your devotion to them.
Warnings: They/Them used to describe your lover, violence, injuries, black veins, sickness, eating orcs alive, and a bit of angst.
(I was hella inspired by this song. Hope you enjoy it. )
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Your sweet lover's senses were dulled when they were captured by the orcs and taken to Angband, a fortress that was the embodiment of all that is hell. Their hands and limbs were chained and cuffed. The orcs paraded them around in mockery, enjoying their pain and terror. A last show before they would take your lover to the torture chambers to snuff out their light and twist them into one of them, an abomination. Your lover’s thoughts remained on you, remembering your distressed screams and desperate attempts to reach them before orcs took them away. Your lover knew you would likely try to come for them — you felt things deeply and loyalty was part of your nature. They were the qualities your lover adored about you. However, this time, your lover hoped you would stay away. They knew how the evil of Angband and the presence of the dark lord would affect you and the darkness that haunted you from within.
However, they were wrong about your devotion to them.
You had come to them, secretly entered the fortress, and found them. You broke your lover’s chains and led them through the tunnels you came from. You looked sick. The medallion, given by your creator allowed you a certain amount of control, but inside Angband, its influence was weak. Your eyes were dark and black veins dressed your pale skin, threatening to break out. Your lover could sense the raging hunger you held back with all your strength, making you breathe heavily and walk nearly disoriented. It was clear to them you were at your limits, yet for them, you pushed back the instincts that threatened to take control and unleash hell.
Watching you in pain was awful to your lover. They pleaded for you to flee as you were not thinking straight and at your limits. However, you refused, unwilling to leave them behind.
The alarms were set when the orcs found you. In your limits yet still in incredible control, you protected your lover from raining arrows, growing what seemed to be a wing made out of black mass from your body to shield them. Your lover was taken aback as it was the first time they had seen glimpses of your true form. But you did not waste time showing any more of yourself to them and dragged them as orcs began chasing you.
Your lover watched as you killed every orc that came in your way. They could feel the rage and hunger in your every kill, yet you still pushed yourself to remain in control. They admired your strength but it did not ease the worry about your limits and how much you can hold back before you are driven mad by hatred and hunger.
The entrance was right there. Your lover felt hope as freedom was right in your reach, but then you were ambushed by the orcs and captured.
The orcs tore your lover away from you. You tried to reach out to them, screaming and struggling against the orcs who overpowered you by numbers. Your lover feebly tried to fight back when they saw the orcs striking you with maces, trying to chain and subdue you. They tried to fight back harder, but then they were hit in the head, causing them to be disoriented and feel blood run down their face.
Your lover saw the line between control and insanity break within your eyes when you saw them bleed. It was perhaps the last straw because before your lover lost consciousness, they heard the breaking of chains and the screams of orcs filling the caverns and saw your body become something dark, consuming all the light and life. Then everything became dark.
When your lover's senses finally returned to consciousness, they were surrounded by something. Like sensing they were awake, an orbs of light shone through the dark and they could see where they were. They were in some kind of cocoon. It was black and felt similar to the wing you used to protect them earlier. However, it felt different as it felt alive and all around them, holding them in its protective gentleness. Their ears and body were soothed by strange vibrations and sounds that were hard to describe yet caused no ill feeling.
Your lover then finds your medallion in their hands and slowly realizes that the black mass around them and the sounds… was you.
You have shared that your kind did not possess singular forms as you possessed no souls. That is why your true forms were unsightly and terrible compared to the forms of valar and life created by Illuvatar’s mind. Those were your words.
You never agreed to show your true form out of fear and concern for your lover’s well-being, yet your lover found themselves unharmed and unafraid.
The sensations that vibrated through your body and them felt like deep breaths of air and beats of a heart, which your lover found curious as you claimed your kind did not possess hearts. Your existence and body were one singularity. The orbs of light were likely lights you had consumed, now acting as lamps to comfort them. Your lover felt the sensations of your body like they were their own. They could feel your love for them, so gentle yet passionate.
These heightened senses allowed them to sense something else outside their protective cocoon. Your body was rumbling and sounds of distant screams reached their ears. It took them a moment to realize those screams of terror belonged to the orcs and the rumbling… was your singing, terrifying yet beautiful singing.
The song of your devotion and conviction made them feel safe within the darkness of your very form. They could not find themselves to share the terror the orcs and servants of Morgoth felt by the sight of you as your form marched through the fortress so heavily fortified yet helpless at the face of your power and song that devastated its very foundation.
They could only embrace the medallion in their hands and the light you shared within yourself for them, just to make them feel less afraid.
They could hear the screams. They could sense how you fed your hunger by devouring every orc and servant that dared to come in your way. They were crushed and absorbed into your body as you had no mouth.
Your lover could only imagine the horror the dark lord himself would feel at such might.
Your song was terrible, yet so comforting.
When you reach the outside world, your lover can feel the air around you. Your lover was lulled into a peaceful slumber as you did not stop there. You grew wings on your back and took flight, flying into the sky and taking them away from the dark lord’s fortress. The sensation of flying and safety allowed them to finally close their eyes and rest from your shared ordeal as you took them to safety.
When they woke up, they found themselves in a cave with all your travel bags. Your lover themself were placed on a stone bed and healed of all injuries they had sustained in Angband. It was like they were never injured in the first place. They glanced at your medallion in their hands before seeing a familiar black mass hover above them. It was like staring at a living black cloud and your lover’s eyes fell upon you after following their roots to the deeper corner of the cave.
You were sitting on a rock in your half-formed mortal body — your true form still spread around the cave from your back. Your eyes were at their blackest your lover had ever seen them and most of your skin was covered in black-like matter. Your lover was in a state of astonishment seeing you in this form. Your mortal body looked like broken glass, unable to fix its cracks and stop the flow of what they could describe as living darkness.
When you looked at your lover, you looked away — fear and shame in your eyes at the reality of them seeing your true form.
It was clear to your elven lover. You were afraid of their rejection of your dark and so-called abhorred form. However, they felt neither fear nor disgust.
Your lover rose from their stone bed and slowly approached you. You kept your head low, but when they kneeled before you, you looked at them and saw only love and acceptance in their eyes. They gently placed the medallion over your neck, returning it to its place against your chest. The medallion shone, allowing you to gain control and call back your true body. The black matter around the cave pulled back into your body, allowing you to shape back into your mortal disguise.
After the warmth returned to your skin and your eyes returned to their original color, you looked back into your lover as they still held acceptance and love in their eyes. You wanted to break into tears as you never imagined they would accept this side of you. Releasing a heavy sniff, your lover embraced you. They placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around them, clinging and unable to let go. Your ordeal together pushed back as you both reveled in each other’s embrace. Relief and adoration radiated from within your lover’s heart as they were prepared to write songs about your devotion to them, to share how no one should underestimate a creature of the void…
