Chapter nine: Confrontation
"WAKE UP!" Thendryt slowly regained consciousness. He had trouble focusing.
"Thendryt, was it?" He was laying on the floor, he noticed. Why would he be on the floor? He was chasing Odak and...
"Odak...?" Thendryt whispered. His head hurt.
"Oh no, not Odak." He could hear two men laugh.
"He can't be here personally, but he sends his regards." He was tied up. He could feel he panic starting to boil up inside of him.
"Where am I?" Thendryt asked. He was in some sort of dungeon. There was a fireplace and a bench in the room, but that was the only thing he could see.
Ambushed. He suddenly remembered, he had been so close to Odak but gotten ambushed and someone had hit him in the head, knocking him out.
One of the men walked over to the fireplace and took something pointy out of the fire. It was glowing.
"Let me be the first, Thendryt, to say..." He forced the glowing item into Thendryt's bare chest. "Welcome to Carn Dûm."
Thendryt rode through the gates of Imladris. Bovad wasn't happy, Thendryt had ridden hard for days. Ever since he saw Heoran in Bree he'd been in a foul mood. As Bovad slowly descended down the road, Thendryt massaged a part of his chest. His brand hurt, he didn't know why. He just wanted to get to his home and his bed.
The lock clicked and the door opened. He walked in and took of his cloak. As he walked towards his bedroom he noticed a chair. He hadn't left the chair there. His hand slowly went down to his sword, the other to a hidden dagger.
"We both knew this had to happen." A dark voice said from behind him. He knew who it was. Thendryt slowly turned around and glared at Odak. All sense escaped him. He had found his prey, now he just had to claim it. He drew his sword and his dagger.
"I don't suppose you'd consider hearing me out before.." Odak didn't have time to end the sentence, as Thendryt lunged at him. Evading his attack, Odak jumped to the left.
"Don't make me do this boy, it won't end well for you." Odak said as he drew his own sword. Thendryt advanced. Odak parried a couple of blows and then advanced himself. He drovs Thendryt into a corner. Their blades met and they held them steady face to face, Thendryt on his knees.
"I'm not here to kill you boy, put down your weapons and..." Thendryt spat in his face, forced Odak's blades down to the ground and punched Odak in his ribs.
"You betrayed our Organization, you captured me and had your Angmarim friends use me as torture-practice for TWO YEARS, and now you say I should lower my weapons? Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you, betrayer." Thendryt had his dagger to Odak's throat, pushing it inward. The expression on Odak's face surprised Thendryt, it was that of understanding. He didn't believe it.
"The Organisation isn't what you think it is." Odak said.
"And you'd have me believe you?" Thendryt replied, coldly.
"I would have you find out for yourself." Odak said, his gaze serious. "Myrith is in Eregion."
Thendryt's whole body tensed, he tightened his grip on his dagger and lifted Odak from the ground.
"What do you want?" He hissed. Odak tried to speak, but was unable and only sounds emerged from his throat. Thendryt let him down and relaxed his dagger.
"I want nothing but for you to see the truth. Southern Eregion, he leads a group of Angmarim towards Isengard. Once you know the truth, seek me out. I will camp in the Misty Mountains, next to the waterfall. You know it?"
Thendryt released him, sheathed his weapons and turned around. "Get out, before I change my mind."
