Disclamer: I don't own any of the main characters but I wish I did. Little Danya is the cutest! This is a complete re-post because after reading through it I found many areas that could be improved. The main part's of the old version are still here though.

Elrohir, The Mighty

Chapter One, Capture and Sale

"Glorfindel! Protect Elrohir!" Elrond shouted as their camp was attacked and forced his other 16 year old son behind him as men poured out of the trees infront of them.

"I will Elrond, I promise." Glorfindel turned to pull Elrohir behind him in time to see and arrow strike the elfling in the thigh He caught the elfling as he fell and clutched him closely to him.

The battle raged on around them as Glorfindel pulled the arrow out of the boy's body and ripped the lining out of his cloak to bandage them tightly. He didn't notice that the elves were being driven back and that men were swarming around him until he felt the cold pressure of a blade on the back of his neck.

"Stand slowly" he was ordered. He pulled Elrohir into a better carrying position and stood. A cruel looking man in thick armour looked down at him before using his horses whip to tilt Glorfindel's head up.

"I see a fire in his eyes" he commented. He looked down at Elrohir who was gazing around him in a pained way. "The boy is of no use to anyone but we will see what they fetch at the market" he said loudly, gesturing with the whip to a man who nodded and pulled heavy manacles out of a back. Elrohir was pulled from Glorfindel's arms and draped over the front of a horse in a way that put pressure on his wound.

"Ada!" he cried in pain before a gag was tied tightly around his mouth. Glorfindel's wrists were put into the manacles and then a rope connected them to one of the horse's saddles, it seemed he would have to follow on foot. The men on horseback kicked their horses and used their whips, sending the animal's off at a fast pace meaning Glorfindel had to nearly sprint to keep up with them.

The group stopped when it grew too dark to continue. The men put the 2 elves together but tied Glorfindel's rope to a tree to prevent him escaping, Elrohir was too weak to even try. Glorfindel awkwardly pulled the boy into his arm's, resting Elrohir's head on his cheast.

"Glorfindel? I want Ada" Elrohir whispered pitifully.

"I know Elrohir, but don't worry, I'll protect to. I promise." There was that word again. Promise. He'd failed last time at the promise he'd given to Elrohir's father but he was determined not to fail this time. Elrohir murmured slightly in his sleep and tried to burrow his head further into Glorfindel's cheast. Glorfindel watched the men settle down to sleep and then sat watching out for anyone that dared to approach his charge.

The morning soon came and one of th emen walked over to the 2 elves. He was mean looking and Glorfindel growled low in his throat as his lust filled gaze roamed over Elrohir's young body.

"Keep your hand's off him" Glorfindel snapped as the man reached for Elrohir. For speaking out her got a harsh slap around the face and the man still pulled Elrohir from his grip. Glorfindel had been worried about Elrohir, whose wound seemed to have become infected during the night and now he watched as he hung limp in the mans arms as he was dragged over to a horse and put on it like the day before. Glorfindel was tied to the horse again.

"We shall reach home in time for dinner!" the leader said happily before the group started off again, Glorfindel trying weakly to keep up and not be dragged along behind the horse.

Many hours later Glorfindel saw a sight that would leave many other's he would see in awe. A huge town, filled with human's and in the centre of the town was the highest outside building Glorfindel had seen in this relm and the next (think Roman Coliseum). A small man walked up to the leader.

"Do you want to sell those 2 elves in your company my Prince?" the man asked. Glorfindel looked at the leader in surprise, he was the Prince of this place. 'Wll that explains why he was obviously in charge' Glorfindel thought.

"Yes Armard. How much would I get for them?" the Prince asked dismounting. Elrohir was dragged over to me and I held the weak boy against me as the Prince and trader came over to inspect us like cattle.

"It all depends on their skills and backgrounds. Now the larger one looks very strong. Did he cause you much trouble?" Armard asked while feeling Glorfindel's arm muscles.

"Yes he did. There is much fire in his heart" the Prince said, glaring at Glorfindel who glared back equally as strong.

"Where are you from?" Armard asked the 2 elves. Elrohir moaned and clutched at Glorfindel, Glorfindel started over the men's heads keeping silent. Armard nodded to someone behind them and Glorfindel flinched as a lash hit his back, but the worst thing was it also caught Elrohir.

"Imladris" Glorfindel growled, knowing that if he didn't answer then Elrohir would be punished too.

"The 'homely house'" Armard laughed mockingly. "I think my Prince that I would offer you 3000 gold pieces for the tall one but the little one is weak and wounded. He is worthless" Armard said coldly. He turned Elrohir's face to show the tears and both men gasped in shock. Even pale and with tears running down his cheeks Elrohir was beautiful. The only beauty greater than him would be that of his sister and obviously his brother's beauty was equal to his own. "On the other hand I would be pleased to offer 2000 gold pieces if he were healthy for he is very beautiful."

"I shall pay for a healer as long as you raise the price to 3000 and both me and my father get to...use him" the Prince said, looking down Elrohir's body as the man had earlier. Armard went to agree but Glorfindel interrupted-

"You will not be using him in such a way! You should be bowing at his feet you ungrateful bastard! He is a Prince and should be treated with respect! If you even try to do anything I swear I shall..." Glorfindel broke off with a hiss of pain as the lash was brought down on his back repeatedly. Elrohir cried out as the lash caught him as well.

"I will buy them from you my Prince, I shall enjoy beating this one into submission" Armard said coldly once the beating stopped. He pulled out his purse, large and heavily laden. "This contains 7000 gold pieces, have your servant bring me the change and money for the healer my Prince and you shall be the first on the little one's list." The Prince grinned, took the purse and gestured for his men to follow him. "What are your names?"

"Glorfindel and Elrohir" Glorfindel growled. Armard nodded to a tiny boy with a piece of slate and chalk who obediently wrote down the names.

"Both of you will have to serve at least one fight in the arena but until then Elrohir will serve another purpose" Armard said and the boy wrote this down as well. "Take them to the tailors and then to my chambers to be healed."

A/N There's the re-post of Chapter 1, maybe you'll like it better than the other version. If you do review, if you don't flame away!