AN: Here's a story Moonling Child and I thought up. please let me know how it is.
Abused to Healed
The little boy burst from the quaint house in Rivendell. His brother screaming after him
"Alyan! Get back here you worthless piece of orc dung!" 18 year old Rimedur, or Austin in the common tongue, Mithanina shouted at his 8 year old brother.
Alyan, or Asher in the common tongue, didn't look back as he bolted from his tormentor. Alyan and Rimedur Mithanina lived on their own in the elven city of Rivendell. Alyan didn't go to school, Rimedur kept him as his personal slave. Their parents died in a tragic boating accident a few years back. Elflings don't age at the same rate as human children. In reality they were hundreds of years old.
"Alyan, you didn't finish the chores! You need to be taught a lesson." Rimedur snarled catching up with Alyan and grasping his hair. The little elfling boy cried out in pain as his brother twisted his hair.
"Please Rimedur, let go." Alyan feebly pleaded. Rimedur just chuckled and threw the boy to the floor.
He then proceeded to kick the child mercilessly. Alyan begged Rimedur to stop, but his pleas went unnoticed. Finally Rimedur stopped, and gazed at his little brother whimpering on the ground, his arms pulled over his head.
"Have you learned your lesson young Asher?" Rimedur said using his human name. He only did that when he referred to him as a scum of the earth.
"Yes Rimedur. I have. I will do better." Alyan said automatically. It happened all the time. Rimedur would find something that Alyan did wrong, and then beat him for it. Alyan would apologize, and then promise to do better.
"You'd better, worthless scum. Now, get back to work." Rimedur smirked pulling Alyan to his feet and shoving him towards the small kitchen.
Alyan went without complaint and finished his chores, which consisted of cleaning, cooking and fixing. He had an hour of free time, in which Rimedur would secure a chain to his foot, giving him a circle of about 5 meters in diameter. Alyan would normally just sleep for a half hour, then just daydream.
"Alyan," someone whispered from under the kitchen window. It was Amonniel or Kaiya in the common tongue. She was only a figment of his imagination, but he didn't care. He had a friend, if only an imaginary one.
"Amonniel, I'm glad you're back." Alyan said mentally to his friend. If Rimedur heard him talking to himself, he would be hit again.
"How many times have I told you, call me Kaiya. I just wanted to see you and to make sure you're alright."
"I'm not alright. Rimedur hit me again today. He called me worthless scum. Am I worthless Kaiya?"
"No Alyan. You have worth. You just need to find it." Alyan sighed. Rimedur came back into the room and grabbed the completed food from the table that Alyan had set.
"Go to bed Alyan. I'm having Suiadan over. I don't want him to see you like this." He referred to Alyan's bruised and battered figure; also to his torn clothes, and mussed hair.
"Please, may I stay up with you? I'll be good. I'll clean up too." Alyan begged. Rimedur just laughed.
"You? HA! I think not Asher." He spat out the name, "You're the failure in this house. I don't want my friend thinking I'm any comparison to you."
Alyan looked down and a silent tear rolled down his cheek. Alyan trudged up to his small attic room. It had a small sloped roof, a window, and straw for him to sleep on. He had a blanket and a tiny closet for his few clothes. He opened the window ad breathed in the fresh, Rivendell air. He loved living here. The beauty and mystique of the forest always made Alyan feel free from his brother.
He gazed out the window taking in the colours and breeze. He opened his eyes and saw a figure moving in the trees. It was the lady of Rivendell. Arwen Undomiel, daughter of Elrond. He often saw her walking here. But she lingered only for a moment then she wasn't seen again for a week.
He looked dismayed then noticed another young elf striding through the forest. Suiadan or Andrew in the common tongue. It meant manly, which was a good description. The young elf was oddly shaped for an elf. He had a muscular build which turned all the heads of the elf maidens. He was an excellent warrior and always won fights. Alyan was terrified of him, but more terrified of Rimedur.
Alyan hurriedly shut the window and changed into his threadbare nightclothes. He crawled into bed and again prayed to the Vallar for a change in his future.
AN: tell me how it is.