Written for the tolkien_weekly prompt 'Loving Companionship'. Sauron's "black thoughts" at Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

Eilinel. She was called Eilinel.

In a bubble of blood, she gasped out his name, and died. Such fragile beasts. She was ruined, though, her skin shredded and her bones broken, so I didn't keep the body. It went to the wolves.

I know why men betray men.

I sang a phantom for him. A weary phantom, worn and weeping, haunting the home he'd left for Barahir's war.

Eilinel.

So I caught him. So I caught Barahir, his lord. So I shall catch the girl who now stands singing upon my bridge: the Maia's daughter, come looking for her Eilinel.