I sleep soundly, worn from the day's labor and lechery. If an Uruk wanted to kill me, I probably would have died, unaware of threats in my deep slumber. I dream of Adar. I dream of when I first saw him. It seems like ages ago, but it was only a few days past. The emotions he stirred with his presence. The power and might of a being long lost to the dark, but still not diminished, just strong and fierce. Unforgiving and unyielding.

I dream of his touch, his thrusts. When I rouse from sleep I'm a hot and bothered mess, gasping for air. The first thought to come to my awakened mind is Adar in his full naked might, and I find myself dragging my teeth hard over my lower lip. I might already be his prisoner, but I'm slowly becoming his slave.

Sorogrim enters, water and bread in hand. He's looking rather somber.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
He just glares at me, at my clean clothes, or clean by Uruk standards, at the chains still around my wrists. "Eat up, you got work to do."

---

Last night after Adar and I managed to break apart, I washed up and got dressed in a new set of clothes. Unfitting yes, but untarnished by blood, sweat, and tears. Adar put the chains back around my wrists, looking at me apologetically. He must set an example. I'm not free, and deep down I know I never will be. At least not in the right sense of the word. Who is ever truly free, Adar said the night we met. He's right. He's my keeper.

The days become a blur. I wake. I work. My body's always on fire, my soul darkening day by day by craving his profane shadow. His secrets, his twisted plans. I want to know, to learn. I want to know him while indulging in the carnal cravings of the flesh. Adar comes to me at night. We kiss, we touch, we fuck. He's rough and ravenous, giving it to me raw. I'm so bruised, and soar, but I don't feel pain, only the poetry he incites within me. Lines and lines of moans and my undoing. It's music to him, to his black heart. Sometimes he stays, holding me, tracing his fingers along my curves, other nights he leaves reluctantly right after, being needed elsewhere. We don't talk much, we just exist, side by side, in sin, among suffering and strife. But his eyes tell me everything I need to know, want to know; With him, I can be safe and shameless. By the time we're preparing to move camp, I no longer feel remorse, only raw lust and loyalty. I still need to prove where my allegiance truly lies though; Only blood can bind.

---

I've been trying hard not to draw attention to myself while doing my assigned work, trying to remain unaffected and distant, but still, the toiling captives look to me for leadership. I learn some of their names. They ask me where I come from, and how I ended up here. I answer curtly and conflicted, slowly becoming a fiend myself, corrupted by my master. The one I choose to call master. He never demands me to call him anything.

The Uruks have somewhat come to accept me. They don't dare to touch me, giving me a wide berth when I pass by. All they do is for Adar. They chant his name, they bow when he walks among them, the reverence is never-ending. He's their Lord Father, and I belong to him.

---

I hear talk about the day the other elves rioted, how they were killed off one by one. How one came so close to escaping, running for aid, and how one was brought before Adar, but was never seen or heard from again. Yet, they've not lost hope, and when they hear we're moving encampment due to the procession of the tunnel, they start to plot.

I hear everything, but I keep my gaze averted, shoulders straight, working away at the task at hand. I'm fighting against my inner turmoil. I'm captured because I tried to free these very same people. Now the only way I can be free is to kill one of them. All my life I've been raised to hate orcs, this twisted, ruined form of life. But Adar's right. Freedom should not only be for men, elves, and dwarfs. The suffering the Uruks have endured is nothing short of horrific, and now they have a chance to take back what was once theirs. Who am I to side with? Someone's right will always be someone's wrong. However I choose, a part of me will lose and die with it. But I'm a shadow, an assassin, I'm used to being a wraith. I know my choice will be dark, and I'll never see the light again. 

When Adar and I do speak at night, he whispers his heart's purpose, and while he might be a miscreant trying to achieve it, all the Uruks want, is to know peace. "My children deserve to know amity. We fight back because we're met with restraint and repugnance."
Adar's words ponder my mind constantly. Will his Uruks and he stop fighting if they get what they want? Or is it just the beginning?

"He's a monster on a blackened mission," a faint, still-fighting part of me rages as I hack away at the soil. Monster, yes, but no Master.
"My children have no master," Adar told me one night. "You're the only one who calls me Heru."
"Each one of my children has a name, a heart. We are creations of the one, master of the secret fire, the same as you." The look he gave me was so earnest I could not breathe. And when he spoke next, I was still. "As worthy of the breath of life, and just as worthy of a home."
Adar's means to fulfill his goal might not be pure, but they're not fully evil either. And that separates him from a monster, I counter myself. He thinks his bad deeds are good, just as we do. I know I've fallen far from virtue, but I'm not all wicked either. "You have been told many lies," Adar murmured into my ear last night, repeating his words from our first meeting. And I know it's the truth, no matter how crooked it is.

---

Another sundown, and I'm fetched by Sorogrim to return to my quarter. I've been overseen by an Uruk named Faugh for the past couple of days. Sorogrim looks somber again. I have to ask him what's troubling him on our long walk back through the tunnel. Tomorrow we'll move on to a newer ground.

Adar might have told me his purpose, but not his plans for the battle. He's being ever so cryptic, like a riddle in the dark, avoiding most of my requests to be let in on the conspiracy brewing in the tunnel. It hurts, but I have no right to pry. I'm still torn between the sliver of light and the engulfing dark, and Adar knows it. Even the Uruks are quiet around me, knowing my pointed ears are listening. I know we are closing in on whatever the tunnel is going to be used for. Uruks have been coming and going, and fewer returning than leaving. I've managed to pick up some puzzling information here and there; he's dead, she's dead, we did not find it, someone in Tirharad must have it. What it all means I do not know. All I do know is that too much blood will coat the ground before it all ends.

---

"What's troubling you?" I ask Sorogrim as we walk side by side down the tunnel.
"It's none of your business," he just grunts.
"I guess not, but I miss your taunting," I chuckle. It's true, Sorogrim's got a wicked sense of humor, clearly aware of what's going on between Adar and me. This one morning, after a night of very intense pleasuring, he said it sounded like Adar stabbed me half to death. "He stabbed me with something alright," I replied, and that made him grin.
He sighs heavily beside me. "I miss my sister," he says lowly.
"Drutha," I say.
Sorogrim looks sideways at me, seeming stunned that I remember her name. "Yes, Drutha."
"What was she like?" I ask.
"Like you care," he scoffs.
"I do, or I wouldn't have asked. Tell me about her," I say.
And he does, all the way back to my alcove.
"And she was the best at playing dice," Sorogrim laughs. His laugh is heartfelt, which makes me think of Adar's statement; Each one has a heart, which also explains Sorogrim's dark mood. He constantly has to face his sister's killer.
"Have you asked Adar to be stationed elsewhere, not having to deal with me?" I ask.
"You're not that much to deal with, she-elf," Sorogrim says.
"I mean, if it pains you to see me every day? I know I can't undo what I did, what I believed was right, but I can offer my apologies again. Because I am truly sorry." I look at him in earnest.
"I know you are, that's why I haven't asked to get another task. Besides, if you do try to make a run for it, I got the first claim to be the one to kill you." His grin turns wicked.
"But of course, I wouldn't be killed by any other Uruk than you," I nod.
"So we have an agreement?" he asks.
"Only if you teach me how to play dice," I smile.
"Deal." He reaches out his hand and we shake on it.
Adar comes walking down the tunnel, beholding the friendly shake between Sorogrim and me. A smile I've come to know well spreads across his face, and my body jolts with instant longing and lust. I want to throw myself at him right then and there, fuck him right here in the open tunnel. He can see the want on my face, his eyes turning into a sultry smolder.
"Right," Sorogrim says. "She-elf." He nods to me. "Lord Father." He nods to Adar before he scurries away.

"What was that about?" Adar asks as we enter my alcove.
"Oh, just a deal about learning how to play dice and killing," I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"Killing, huh?" Adar gives me a combusting stare.
"U-hu," I say, stepping up to him. I tug at his armor with my chained hands, pulling him closer. He leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue drilling into my mouth and I moan, already damp between my legs.
We back up into my confinement, his hands grabbing my shirt, his coarse hands eager on my skin. I can't kiss him enough, or taste him enough. I'm a woman starved, hungry for his dirty praise. And judging by the look he's giving me, I'm in for something quite filthy. I shiver with expectation. 

He doesn't uncuff me tonight, he hooks my chains onto the clasp I hung from when I was first captured.
"What are you doing?" I ask slightly concerned.
"Do you trust me?" Adar asks.
"Do I have a choice?" I ask when he hoists me higher.
"Not if you want me to reward you," he looks up at my face with a ravenous look, pulling off my boots and pants. He wraps my legs around his neck, and the look he gives me before he starts to have at my cunt is so zealous, my eyes roll back into my skull, taking all his tongue has to give. He licks my slit with ferocious greed, sliding his tongue inside me time and time again. I moan, holding on for dear life, trying to stay afloat in the pleasure-storm. He licks, sucks, bites, and probes deeply. I am so utterly wet with want and his sultry spit, I'm ready to burst into flames.
"Ahhhhh," I moan loudly. "So close, so close." I pant rapidly, running towards the edge of ecstasy at full speed. I'm almost worried he'll stop, he so often does, to tease me silly with whimpering want, but he doesn't. His tongue works my clit just right, sending me right over the edge with such intensity, I think I'm gonna die from my depraved desire. I moan loudly, panting hard, chanting Heru over and over again. Master, master, master. I see stars, my ears ring and I can't stop moaning.
Adar slows his tongue, but he doesn't fully stop. "Mordo Nehtar," he purrs.
I love it when he calls me that.
"I could do this all night," he says, sliding his tongue over my slit again. "I love the way you taste of wicked want."
I mewl, so pleasured, but so ready for more.
"Mausan wickun liavavle ukluav," he says in Black Speech, his voice lowering to dark, guttural growls between my legs.
"What did you just say?" I ask.
He looks into my eyes, hellion written all over his piercing stare. "My wicked, little slut," he gnarls.
I know I should be offended, and kick him hard in the face, but it's the truth. It's the fucking truth. I'm a slut for sin and satisfaction.
"Yes, I am," I smirk at him. "Now unchain me and fuck me like the slut that I am. Cram your cock into my cunt and corrupt my soul beyond salvation. Make me perish!"
He doesn't unchain me, but he lowers me down, my feet barely touching the ground. He undresses; armor, chain mail, and shirt, opening his pants, his massive manhood rigid with raw arousal. "You want it?" he asks, grasping his cock.
I whimper in response.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I'll ruin you," he snarls.
"Destroy me," I plead.
"You asked for it," he roars.
I swing my legs around him, looking down at his shaft, his length sliding inside me, bottoming out. I squeal, pleasurable pain searing through my body as he thrusts his cock into me with untamed force. His grip on my hips is solid, nails digging into my flesh. We don't kiss, we're all tongue. I pant and scream, he grunts and growls. He does me so hard and fast, I feel like leaving my body at the sinful sensation coursing through me. We're pulling at each other, and he keeps pounding at my pussy with vigorous fervor. I might be immortal, but I know Adar's going to finish me off. I asked for it. I begged for it, and he's giving it to me.
We're at it so hard and feral, groaning metal sounds and the clasp holding my chains breaks. We stagger, unable to find balance, crashing onto the ground. At first, I'm stunned, but then I laugh out loud at our wild want, wondering if I broke him. I look at him, snickering, and he starts laughing too. My heart is about to burst, I'm in awe at the sight beneath me. His laugh is so rough and deep, his smile so beautiful, I never want to leave his side.
"Malwen," he says, sitting up, caressing my face. He's still inside me, so hard, and I feel him so deeply. I know, at this moment, he's just as much mine as I am his.
"Malwen," he purrs. I kiss him, starting to move on top of him. With him I'm always close to coming, and judging from his husky groans, he is too. He lays back down, and I bounce up and down his shaft, his hands on my hips. I brace my hands against his toned chest, focusing on his manhood, how he fits inside me, how I've been carved to fit him. His manhood keeps sliding against that magical spot. I'm a bundle of nerves ready to be shredded into oblivion. And then I come, crying out my elation, nails digging into his chest. He growls, loud husky howls escaping his lips as he comes, bucking his hips, shooting his load up inside me.

I slow down, panting hard, moans still escaping my lips. His hands roam all over my body, under my shirt, grabbing my breasts. He sits up, seeking my mouth. We kiss forever, my shackled hands around his neck, my fingers tangled in his dark locks.
When we surface for air, we just hold each other.
"I can't believe we broke the clasp," I snicker again, my fingers running up and down his back.
He laughs. "You drive me mad with lust, Malwen. I couldn't pace myself. I can't get enough of you." He looks at me. "When we settle down at the new camp, I see no reason for you to be  confined."
"Does that mean you'll finally unchain me?" I ask.
"You know I can't do that. Only blood can bind," he says.
"You keep saying that." I look into his eyes.
"And I mean it. My children demand it." He puts a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers tracing along my jawline.
"I know," I sigh heavily. And my heart demands you.