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A Slave with a Snake
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Category:
+Third Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,518
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I don't own Lord of the Rings or its characters. I make no money from this story and I own only the characters of my own creation.
Prologue
“…”talking, ‘…’thinking, ~…~flashback. I own neither the Lord of the Rings or any of its characters other than the ones I have created for this story. I would like to give props to Sharka for inspiring me with her story Womanflesh.
A Slave with a Snake
Ch 1: Prologue
I used to love it here, I would study and read out in the gardens; now I clean
and pass messages. Isengard used to be so beautiful surrounded by the gardens which are now nothing but ash. It seems as if everything has changed. Saruman has changed the most, we used to have long conversations about philosophy and science, and he was once quite nice to me; now…..I’m just a slave to do as he commands without question.
How is it that I’m still alive when so many others have died; it’s hard to say maybe it’s because of my past relationship with Saruman, or because I get along with the orcs, most likely it’s from pure dumb luck.
I had come here with such high hopes. By studying here I was hoping to change not only the world for the better but myself as well, I have even failed at that, instead I’ve not only watched it fall into darkness I have helped push it over the edge. There are so few of us left now. From what I have seen there are less than a hundred of us left: old students like myself are now reduced to slaves to my once wise teacher. We live day by day rarely ceasing in our endless work, only stopping to sleep but always haunted by a deep fear and depression that constantly tries to consume us. How long has it been since I’ve smiled, or have simple sat down to have a comforting conversation, too long to count.
When I’m with Saruman it is always tense, as if he is testing me, and I know it is a test I must not fail or it will cost me my life or worse. I know I will slip up, many others have before me, everyone slips up it is only a matter of time. There will be nothing for me to do about it I just have to accept it. I guess I shouldn’t complain I have it better than most. I am one of five that works the almost deserted upper levels. We take care of Saruman’s private quarters and of Saruman himself, having the title as one of his personal slaves does have its advantages. The orcs and other humans leave me be; I am extremely grateful for this especially after hearing about what happens to the poor girls that work on the lower levels. Since there are so few of us I not only have my own room but I have a bathroom as well.
How could my life have changed so? So many things I could have done to change things. How close have I gotten to losing everything? It’s a long story but I have to tell it, someone has to know, where to start…….I guess in the best place……the beginning.
A Slave with a Snake
Ch 1: Prologue
I used to love it here, I would study and read out in the gardens; now I clean
and pass messages. Isengard used to be so beautiful surrounded by the gardens which are now nothing but ash. It seems as if everything has changed. Saruman has changed the most, we used to have long conversations about philosophy and science, and he was once quite nice to me; now…..I’m just a slave to do as he commands without question.
How is it that I’m still alive when so many others have died; it’s hard to say maybe it’s because of my past relationship with Saruman, or because I get along with the orcs, most likely it’s from pure dumb luck.
I had come here with such high hopes. By studying here I was hoping to change not only the world for the better but myself as well, I have even failed at that, instead I’ve not only watched it fall into darkness I have helped push it over the edge. There are so few of us left now. From what I have seen there are less than a hundred of us left: old students like myself are now reduced to slaves to my once wise teacher. We live day by day rarely ceasing in our endless work, only stopping to sleep but always haunted by a deep fear and depression that constantly tries to consume us. How long has it been since I’ve smiled, or have simple sat down to have a comforting conversation, too long to count.
When I’m with Saruman it is always tense, as if he is testing me, and I know it is a test I must not fail or it will cost me my life or worse. I know I will slip up, many others have before me, everyone slips up it is only a matter of time. There will be nothing for me to do about it I just have to accept it. I guess I shouldn’t complain I have it better than most. I am one of five that works the almost deserted upper levels. We take care of Saruman’s private quarters and of Saruman himself, having the title as one of his personal slaves does have its advantages. The orcs and other humans leave me be; I am extremely grateful for this especially after hearing about what happens to the poor girls that work on the lower levels. Since there are so few of us I not only have my own room but I have a bathroom as well.
How could my life have changed so? So many things I could have done to change things. How close have I gotten to losing everything? It’s a long story but I have to tell it, someone has to know, where to start…….I guess in the best place……the beginning.