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I know not how long they have kept me with them. I know that I have watched thesun rise and fall without me and fade to the darkness that now feel like home. I know nothing more.

I am the kin of Lorien. I grew and lived in peace with the silver boughs,working to maintain the beauty of our lands until a short time ago.

I have been ignorant and naïve in my judgment. I am here because of my own foolishness.

They have whipped me, beaten me and used my body in ways which I do not care to divulge or re-live.

The camp is filthy. I have not eaten indays and I have been given no water, only that putrid draught which now coverd my skin in a thin sheen of filth.

My hair is covered in dirt and tangled andmy wrists have been rubbed raw and have bled as the coarse rope has bitten into my flesh as i've been pulled along.

My Adar and Atara are no doubt worried about me. I had not even left a note telling them where I had gone. I had left wearing a blue riding dress and a cloak, the cloak had been lost during the struggle when I had been captured and my dress was now torn beyond repair or even decency.

My eyes shifted from the disgusting bodies of the orcs to the brilliant streaks of organge and pink that was the sunset. I shivered, not because I was cold, but because I feared what would happen when the dark blanketed the sky. Not even the stars could save me then.

I sighed wearily and shifted, trying desperately to relieve the pain in my back. I had been whipped last night, as I had almost every night. They had re-opened old wounds and made new ones.

I had taken sword lessons from some of the best warriors in Lothlorien. Even Lord Celeborn had been known to spar with me on occasion though, of course, I lost to him. I had trained long and hard to become an able warrior. Unfortunately all of my training could not save me from the torement that awaited me.

I closed my eyes and was jolted by the sound of clanging. I opened them slowly, knowing what was coming next.

The leader of the hoard approached me and grabbing my hair he shoved my face down into the dirt. Mud coated one side of my face and the bitter taste of dirt flooded my senses almost making me retch.

I could feel the repulsive hands pulling at my skirts and against my will my body lay still and I was unable to stop myself. The humiliation was now part of my life. My underwear had been disposed of the first night they took me. I felt the sharp nail like claws as they scratched the back of my thigh. A hand was laid on my backside and I prepared myself for the pain, though it never helped. The pain intensified each time. They had taken me violently in both of my passages. The pain when I walked was horrendous and I knew that my violation was the cause.

I felt nauseous as I heard the laughter and sneering of the rest of them that had gathered to watch.

I felt a searing pain as he entered me and I bit my lip to stop myself crying out in pain, but I would not cry.

I closed my eyes and let my mind drift.

When I opened my eyes once more, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. I was alone. They had left me here alone.

I felt pain and exhaustion wash over me, and I let sleep take me.

A magnificent horse and its elven rider bust through the trees at a great speed, cloak flying wildly behind him and his face set in grim determination.

He and his brother had been tracking orcs for months now with great sucess but depite this the months of behing away from their homeland had taken their toll and he and his brother felt the need to return. However he could not dismiss the feeling of urgency to continue and so while his brother journeyed on he had diverted his tracks to follow an orc trail that had led him for miles. The trail had led him here, an open area of woodland not far from his home. Quickly scanning the area his grey eyessaw nothing, the orcs had already moved on.

A small bundle that was almost hidden among the tall grass caught his eye andcautiously he dismounted and approached it. Upon catching sight of a pair of bloodied bare feet he hurried over. To his shock it was a female. Her dress was torn and stiff with blood as was her hair and her skin was mottled with more injuries than he could count.Carefully moving her face to look at her he found the one aspect that perhaps saddened him the most. She was elf kind.