-Half Blood-

-ElvenHope-

A/N: This story does not follow canon, check 1st chapter for disclaimer.

Chapter II

Break free! Escape! Do something!

Elladan's mind was screaming at him and he didn't hesitate to obey struggling and writhing as hands grabbed him lifting him off the ground. He screamed into the gag, but his captors obviously knew what they were doing and barely any sound escaped. Elladan looked around madly and it took him a second of sheer panic to realize that they had blind-folded him as well.

Tears of rage came to his eyes and he blinked them back furiously. This was no time to be crying, he had to get out of this situation now before it got a whole lot uglier. But he didn't even know who his attackers were or where they were taking him. Why hadn't Glorfindel heard them? Where was he? Unless…?

He strained his ears, he could barely hear his attackers foot-steps even with his own refined hearing which meant one thing, they were elves. Elves! Why would there be a group of marauding elves wandering around the forests kidnapping people? Why would elves be kidnapping people? Why would elves be kidnapping him? None of it made sense, Elladan's shocked mind was too confused to understand.

He just knew one thing, he had to escape. Unfortunately for Elladan that didn't seem like an option right now. There had to be at least three elves holding him tight - so tight it hurt - and it seemed like they weren't planning on letting go.

The peredhil's breathing was speeding up as he was becoming more and more panicked by the minute. He had to do something, his mind had finally registered that whatever had happened the Balrog Slayer hadn't heard the small scuffle that had taken place and no one was going to come and save him anytime soon.

Kicking up a fit Elladan did all that he could in the compromising situation, screaming into the gag until he was sobbing for air, light-headedness making him weak and even more disorientated than he already was. A blow to the he head stunned the struggling elfling into submission and Elladan held still in shock, trying to regain his senses which seemed to have been scattered at the hard blow.

It couldn't have been too long, but it felt like ages before Elladan was dropped to the ground. He had begun a weak escape attempt once again towards the end of their journey and once again he had been quelled by a hard blow. This time he felt the usual sting of pain, but was slightly shocked when viscid liquid trailed down his cheek which had been split above the cheek-bone from the impact.

He hissed, more in surprise than pain. He was bleeding, there was something wrong with that. No one had ever struck him before, not like that. Elrohir had hit him whilst they were playing - as Elladan had done his twin - in fact Elladan had probably done his twin more damage than Elrohir ever had him. He was more shocked than anything else and unwanted tears stung his eyes, these elves, whoever they were. They wanted to hurt him - that was fairly obvious - after all they had blind-folded and gagged him. He hadn't really processed that thought until now. That last blow had let everything sink in and it hurt far more than the cut to his cheek.

When he was finally released he took no time on flipping into a sitting position just in time to be slammed back against a tree. Someone was holding his chin so that he couldn't turn away, sitting on his legs, another pair of hands on either side of him pinned his arms to the tree.

Elladan gasped in pain which thanks to the wadded cloth in his mouth ended up leaving him with the terrible feeling of being unable to breathe for a short moment until the shock left him shaken and light-headed.

Someone tore the blind-fold away and Elladan stared with wide eyes into his assailants own blue green orbs. The boy's heart skipped a beat as he tried to regain his breath.

"Have you been crying Elladan?" the elder boy asked with a half smile half grimace of disgust and satisfaction plastered across his face.

Elladan tried to make a sound of complaint, he wanted to yell at the older child, but the wadded cloth and the material tied around the back of his head to keep said cloth in place mad it impossible.

Rael stared down at his captive a mocking glint in his eye. He was one of the largest children in the class. As elves aged faster than most beings their classes spanned nearly four human years. Rael had the appearance and calculating mind of any human fourteen year old and unfortunately for Elladan he was incredibly intelligent.

"Tears from a brave son of Elrond, what ever will your father think?" Rael asked a disapproving tone in his voice. "Not that it will matter much after he hears about how you re-acted to a small storm." The hand holding his face tightened as Elladan tried to pull away in a futile attempt to break free. A dangerous edge was in Rael's voice and he didn't like it. He wanted Glorfindel to come in and find them, he wanted something to happen. He needed to get away. Why had he come? Why hadn't he just stayed at home?

Tears began to cloud his eyes again, but he forced them back. He could not cry! Not now! Not in front of this lot, the shame would be too much for him to bear.

"Your nothing but a rotten half-blood your kind doesn't sit well with my family, my father says that it's a wonder Elrond is managing to keep Imladris in-tact." Elladan growled low in his throat. To him like many young boys his father was his hero - and with good reason - he was not about to let Rael insult him and get away with it. Even if the only sound he could make was a growl, it would do, and Rael certainly got the message.

Releasing the boy's face to slap him Rael reached for his belt and withdrew a knife. The flash of silver moonlight on the blade alerted Elladan as to what it was and he became very still. Rael could end his life at any moment if he wanted and though Elladan didn't think the boy had it in him he wasn't about to test his patients.

"I should gut you now and rid Arda of your kind, then when we get home I shall go after your brother and your sister, no half blood deserves to be treated like royalty in this place especially one as un-deserving as you. At least your father actually did something to earn his place here, though any normal elf could have done a better job. It's just because your father was such a simpering lap dog to Gil-Galad for all those years." Rael actually knew very little on the subject of anything that had happened before he was born and he was simply repeating what he had hear his father had said. Unfortunately Rael couldn't quite tell when his father's serious annoyance became no more than stupid ideas he expected no one to notice. Maybe later he would take more care of what he said around his son. Though later wasn't going to help Elladan now.

The young Peredhil was seething and his eyes showed exactly what he was feeling all in one look. He unleashed every curse he had ever heard on the elder boy, but it was impossible to interpret through the gag. Still it made Elladan feel better.

Rael cuffed him again then decided to really scare his captive. That was all he really wanted to do. He wanted to scare Elladan until he knew he wouldn't talk, until he knew that ever threat Rael made he would go through on unless the young elf did exactly what he was told.

Holding the knife carefully Rael waved the knife in the younger elf's face then went to the silver clasps of the boy's tunic flicking them off one by one.

"Remember who I am Peredhil," Rael sneered spitting Elladan's name as though it was a curse not a birth-right. "Because I'm the last thing you're ever going to see and I want you to remember every inch of this moment. Every second…"

He was having more of the desired effect on the younger elf now tears were forming once again in the boy's eyes and this time he didn't try to blink them away. The young elf was shaking so badly that Rael nicked the alabaster flesh of Elladan's abdomen by accident. Viscid liquid ran in a thin line down Elladan's stomach, crimson turned black in the darkness.

Elladan made a noise of pain and shook his head violently begging through the gag for Rael to stop, not caring that the elder elf couldn't actually hear him. He was too frightened for coherent thought. He really believed that Rael would kill him if he wanted to and the elder elf worked this to his advantage.

Rael's eyes slitted and he glance at Elladan. "What's that Elladan? You want me to stop?"

The Peredhil nodded desperately and Rael quickly pulled away the gag. "Then beg for it, beg for your life if you want it so bad."

Elladan bowed his head too overcome by terror and disbelief to speak, confusion clouding his mind. Even in this situation his nobility shone through, he was proud, he suddenly didn't want to obey Rael, when moments ago he had been pleading the elf to stop. This time it was different. Rael had asked him to do something and something noble inside Elladan was telling him not to give in. The son of Elrond stared straight into Rael's green eyes, his silver ones steely and defiant. He slowed his breathing, calming his heart rate and commanding his body to stop shaking as he quickly became in control of himself again. He would not back down.

"Fine then if that's the way you want it," Rael glowered. He was not pleased at all.

A large droplet of water fell down splashing onto Elladan's cheek making him wince at the slight cold. It had been raining on and off all night spitting light drizzles across the valley, but it was coming down harder now. The first roll of thunder made Elladan shudder where he was trapped pinned to the coarse bark of the tree.

Rael looked at him curiously, an odd light coming to the elder elf's eyes as his lips curled into a malicious grin. The next brilliantly white flash of lightning lit up Rael's face eerily and a shiver ran down Elladan's spine. Rael had an idea and he was certain he wouldn't like it.

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It was dark, the soft glow of a candle playing across the young boy's face, the flame reflected in eyes glassy with sleep. He was seeing something though, his clouded eyes twitching ever so slightly now and again in reverie. The young elf's breathing came fast he tossed in his sleep and then in an instant he was sitting up, fully awake, panting heavily as the after-shocks of sleep left him.

For a moment he couldn't think, and just concentrated on getting his breathing under control before looking about the room wildly, his wide eyes still clouded with the remnants of sleep and disturbing dreams.

Elladan!

His brother's name jumped into his head immediately and he flung himself out of bed heading for his parent's room.

"Nana! Ada!" the young elf threw open the door to his parent's room; it ricocheted off the wall the bang as the intricately carved handle dented the ivory wall so loud that both of his parents were awake instantly.

"Elrohir what ever is the matter?" Celebrían asked swiping the sleep out of her eyes and focussing on the younger twin. Elrohir seemed paler than usual, and his eyes were wide. She heard thunder roll outside; maybe it was the storm, but then again she had always thought that it was Elladan who was afraid of storms.

"Elrohir?" Elrond blinked twice, he had not been ready to wake up, he had been enjoying his reverie.

Celebrían straightened up gracefully leaving the bed and grabbing a night-robe from a dressing table close by, slipping it over her night-clothes before going to her son.

Elrond who was still half asleep stayed sitting where he was, feet planted firmly on the floor, his fingers going up to massage his temples. He could feel a head ache coming on and he had only just managed to drift off to sleep. He gone to bed late and truth be told he had been worrying about Elladan far more than was healthy - he knew how terrified the elder twin was of storms and could only hope that Glorfindel was taking good care of him.

"What's the matter pen-net?" Celebrían asked bending down so that she was eye level with her son.

"I had a bad dream," Elrohir began and saw the almost accusing look on his mother's face. She knew what that meant. Whenever one of the twins said that it meant he wanted to sleep in the same bed with her and Elrond. The last time that had happened though had been a few years ago she had hoped that the twins had grown out of it. "No, Nana, I mean really bad… it was real… but it can't have been… but I saw Elladan and he wanted help."

Elrond looked across at his son suddenly brows knitted. "What happened in your dream Elrohir?"

Elrohir shook his head. "Not much, I saw Elladan's face, I think… and I could hear the storm. He was asking me for help. He's in trouble, he wouldn't ask unless it was urgent."

"It was probably just a dream 'Ro," Celebrían said reassuringly, reaching out to push a stray obsidian lock behind Elrohir's pointed ear. "It was probably just the storm making you worry. That makes sense doesn't it Elrond?"

She turned to her husband to see him looking at Elrohir puzzled. She did not like the expression on her husbands face one bit and Elrohir seemed to have caught on that the situation might not be alright.

"Doesn't it Elrond?" She repeated her question hoping to get an answer out of her husband.

The Elven Lord frowned standing up and pulling on a light robe over his night-clothes tying it loosely around his mid-section before turning back to study Elrohir with silver eyes.

"I'm not sure," was all he could manage and an incredibly feeble attempt. His logical mind was telling him that Elrohir had never shown any gift in the knowledge of foresight before. That it was just because of the storm, but his heart was telling him to go find Elladan and now. He had been feeling uneasy the whole time Elrohir had been away. It had been barely a day but it had felt like millenia. He wanted his son home, wanted an excuse to bring him back. Maybe he should ride out to check on Elladan, maybe that would ease his conscience.

"What do you mean 'I'm not sure'?" Celebrían asked. "Is there something wrong? Has something happened to Elladan?"

"I think I need to go find him," the Elven Lord answered too wrapped up in his own thoughts to make proper sense to anyone.

"What are you talking about it's the middle of the night! You can't just go gallivanting off in the dark, in a thunder storm no less!" Celebrían said rising to her full height and giving her husband a look. "I don't want you going anywhere in the dark and I want to know what you think the matter is and why you think there is a problem."

"I don't know why, I just haven't felt right about this the entire time and now what with Elrohir's dream-"

"Elrohir's dream? He barely had a dream, you can't just-"

"I have to go Celebrían," Elrond turned to his wife an almost pleading look in his eyes. "Something doesn't feel right and what if Elrohir is seeing something? Would you not want to heed the warning? I need to make sure that he's alright."

Celebrían nodded sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I understand meleth, please just wait until the storm dies down? For me?"

Elrond sighed sitting down next to her, Elrohir jumping into his father's lap. "For you."

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A/N: Another sort of cliff hanger I suppose. Thanks for all the reviews I really appreciate them! I'm looking for a beta - for my gramatical errors mostly, if you're interested pm me :)

-ElvenHope