I could not believe it; these thieves captured me. Father had warned me many times to not to go outside without Palace guards and I took him lightly. Here I was with chains on my hands and feet, I bet these ruffians did not even know that I was Princess Alena. This would have never have happened if Father hadn't tried to stop me from having my own adventures. I wanted to see the world and my father thought I was too young and naive to venture out on my own. Had Father not sealed my magic and weakened my strength, then I would have beaten these barbarians to where Morgoth resides. I had tried to escape countless of times from Rivendell and Father decided to punish me in this manner, he knew he hurt my pride by making me weaker than an elfling. Why had he done this to me? He let sister Arwen be with Brother Aragorn, he let the twins out on trips and patrol. This was not fair, I should be able to choose who I want to spend my life with and how I want to spend it.
Thug 1: "Master, we caught a looker today, I bet we can sell this elf for a high price, just look at the way she is dressed".
This man made Master grabbed my chin roughly and pulled me close to him, "Y'er not lying, that is for sure. You will get y'er reward after we sell her, we will get high price for this girl at Asgard".
Oh no! They are definitely slave traders! How did I end up in this mess! Oh right, I asked this myself, if only I had listened to my father then I would be at home right now and taking a hot bath.
Next Day
We had arrived at Asgard the next morning and the Master took us to the slums and wanted to sell me at the black market, since slavery was outlawed in all realms. Well, at least they did not harm me in anyway, I guess that good looks do pay off, I giggled at my own humor. The thug that caught me gave me an evil eye and shut me up right away. We were in the filthiest place I had ever seen in my entire life, well being a princess kept me away from the slums, and for a good reason. These people here were looking at me in such a revolting manner, as if they could see me naked. This just gave me the shivers. We arrived at an inn of some sort, probably where they did slavery dealings, I presume. The inn was full of drunkard even though it was still morning; well I guess they do not have anything better to do. I was sent to a seat with my guard as the Master met up with other buyers. As I was passing by the men whistled and kept saying inappropriate comments. Right after I sat down, I notice a man in a corner kept staring at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a green cloak, a hood covering his face. I felt a sudden chill, when I looked where his hidden eyes were supposed to be. It didn't feel right and I was in enough trouble as it was, better keep my head down. I turned my head abruptly and I swear I heard a smirk from the man, as an elf, you have great hearing. I just ignored it and looked down at my filthy looking hands, nails filled with filth.
A while later, the other thief brought me my lunch which consisted of stale bread, dried meat, and water in a very filthy looking goblet. My stomach churned at the odd-looking food, but I guess I should at least eat the bread. Bread is always the safest to eat, considering that meat goes bad and the water looked infected. As soon as I broke off a piece of bread, the door slew open and went through the wall. Well that was some entrance. There stood a man in black armor and red cape with a giant hammer. Behind him were four other companions, a beautiful maiden in armored suit flaring into a short shirt and knee high, boots made of armor as well. She held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. Her hair going down her shoulder elegantly. Next walked in a man with almond shaped eyes and hair typed back in a shape of a flower. After him was the most gaudy looking man I have ever seen in my entire life, he had blond hair and a horrid looking goatee. Not only that there was also a giant man following him with orange colored hair and a massive beard! He looked like had a mop on his head! Even his beard was CURLY, the horror! I despised men with curly hair! The disgust was apparent on my face, since I had heard a laugh from the man sitting in the corner, but I dare not look in that direction. Not only did they have a grand entrance but also they were peculiar looking fellows.
The man with the hammer strode in as if he owned the place. His voice boomed throughout the place, "Ah I see that there a bunch of drunkards here. Well it will not be much of a fight then, shall we brother? Prepare your selves!" and looked at the man in the corner. All at once, a fight broke out and people went flying in the air, this was too much for me to handle. I tried to escape to the corner but my arm was caught be Master and he tried to pull me away from the fight, leading me outside. We were almost to the door, when the man in the green cloak appeared out of nowhere in front of us.
"Are we trying to run away with this fair maiden? I see that you have captured her, well fear not scum, when I am done with you, you will regret that you ever born". Master lunged at the man but he was too slow for him, the cloaked man knocked him unconscious with the blunt end of his staff. He looked at me and with a wave of his hand, my handcuffs disappeared. So he is also a magic user.
He looked at me "Don't worry fair maiden, he has been given his proper punishment. A scum like him is withering in his mind as we speak. Come let us be gone from this chaos these buffoons have created. They don't have proper etiquette at all, especially that stupid brother of mine". He suddenly grabbed me by my waist and spinning feeling overwhelmed me as the scene of the fight disappeared. We arrived in a grand room and I lost consciousness in the man arms.
Mysterious man "Well you did have a long journey, now rest my love" as he kissed me on the head.