A crimson and black dress was adorned on a young girl, barely eleven years of age. She was dressed like dark royalty, wearing a black crown upon her head. Her hair had grown long, neatly brushed back in curled locks. Her skin was white like snow. Her eyes were a dark gold brown. Seated upon a throne far larger than her, she held a sorcerer's scepter in her little hands, gazing out the red stain glass windows in the dark throne room belonging to her father.
She gazed out for a long time, dreaming. Her head was filled with thoughts of Nurn, her place of birth. Her father had plucked her from the lush green lands approximately two or maybe three years ago. Now, she was known as Aglarari, the heir of Aglarzor the Silent.
The doors of the throne room opened, the metal doors with symbols of the Eye parting with an echo. Into the room stepped a group of five Black Numenorean guards, parading nine Nurnhoth slaves in heavy chains and cruel ropes. Aglarari looked down at the commotion for a long moment, silent.
"Glorious Queen," the lead Black Numenorean, Kalabnalu, bowed. His one good eye had a veiled hatred for the girl, but he showed nothing but respect now, "Through my sources, I found the thieves who stole from the food stock from Nurn."
Eira looked down to the slaves, shocked that she could faintly recall some of them. Kandice, a girl several years older than her. Marx, a skinny shrewd man. Aglarari blinked, hiding her emotions behind a cold face, "How are you certain it was them? These slaves have never given us any problems before."
Kalabnalu bowed his head, then turned to step closer to the slaves. Kandice looked terrified. "Ah, but we caught this one red handed. A straggler from the rest of this lot by the wagons." He reached down and pulled her hair, causing the Nurnhoth girl to scream."
Aglarari gripped the seat of the throne, showing no emotion in her face. "Shall we offer a fair trial? Let them speak."
Marx immediately stood, though hunkered and terrified as he was, "... Yes, we stole."
Another man from the group of slaves started crying, many gasped. Kalabnalu let go of Kandice, dropping her on the floor. He turned to the man with spite, "Then you are guilty."
Marx stood a little straighter, meeting Aglarari's cool eyes with his challenging own. "Yes, we stole. But we had good reason to."
Kalabnalu sneered.
"Lord Aglarzor," Marx spoke, "Issued an order demanding more crops, leaving less for us. We only can provide so much, and we need to eat."
Aglarari's eyes narrowed, even if to hide her thoughts. It was true, Aglarzor had increased the demand for crops from Nurn. It was because Lord Sauron had been growing his army, and that army required more food. Unfortunately for the Nurnhoth, that meant less provisions for them.
"Do what you want to us!" Marx spat, "But you would be punishing innocent people with noble intentions!"
Silence.
Why could you not fish like we always have done! Look at you! You are going to be punished! How could you! Marx! Kandice!
Aglarari spoke, unmoving, "You are fools."
Kandice's eyes widened. She cried out, "Please! You were one of us once! You know our plight, Sari!"
Another Black Numenorean slammed the blunt end of his pole-arm into her head, "Address your mistress with respect, slave! You speak to Aglarari, the Glorious Queen! Heir of Aglarzor! You insolent-"
"-Silence!"
All eyes turned to the half-Moredain. She arose from her throne, leaning her staff against the seat. She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears. After a moment, she tightened her fists. Then, she opened her eyes, "The punishment for such blatant insurgence can only be one thing." She descended the steps, extending a pale hand to towards Kalabnalu, "Kalabnalu, your sword."
Kandice started bawling. Marx stared with wide, shocked eyes, as if suffering a grand betrayal. As Aglarari took the cold hilt of the glistening sword, she wanted to scream.
You don't understand, I'm showing you mercy! If you are not killed now, you will be sentenced to endless torture until you died of such agony. No, I am doing the best I can for you. I... I'm sorry...
She approached Kandice, glistening sword in hand. As Kandice raised her hands, begging for mercy, Aglarari shut her eyes to fight back the tears. Then, she opened her eyes, cold again. She raised her sword.
The executions began.
