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Elrohir, The Mighty

Chapter 3

20 Years Later,

Elrohir watched worriedly as Glorfindel fought in the arena. He was sat on his master's lap in the 'royal box'. His 'ada' was the best fighter in the arena, only ever having been injured twice. Armard played with Elrohir's hair, winding the ebony strands around his fingers.

The opponant went down, blood pouring from a neck wound. The crowd erupted into cheers but Elrohir just sighed in relief that Glorfindel was alive. Armard grinned and kissed his 'pet's cheek.

"Come my pet, let us retreive the winning's and return home," Armard murmered into Elrohir's ear. Elrohir nodded and gently slipped off Armards lap. He held his masters hand like a child as they walked and Glorfindel walked a few steps behind them. "I will call for you later my pet," Armard kissed Elrohir on the lips gently before walking off.

"Are you alright Ada?" Elrohir asked Glorfindel when he met up with him, holding a rag to his cheek.

"Yes 'Ro, I'm fine, he just nicked me," Glorfindel smiled and put his free arm around his adopted 'son'. "How's your day been?"

"Not bad, the King wants to see me tonight." Glorfindel felt almost sick at Elrohir's casual tone. These monsters had caused the innocent boy he once knew to become a whore, and Elrohir didn't even realise that it was wrong, because Elrohir couldn't remember what used to be right. He couldn't even remember his family any more.

He was going to speak when sounds of a stuggle came from behind them and they turned around to see 3 obviously new slaves being forced into a cage. Armard was walking around the cage, studying them. Then he froze, a look of shock covering his face.

"Bring that one out," he ordered, pointing to one of the two dark haired elves. With much struggle the elf was dragged out, his hair falling down and hiding his face. Armard lifted his head slowly and what he saw made Glorfindel gasp. "My pet, come here for a moment."

Elrohir, oblivious to the reason everyone was staring at him and the elf being held between two guards in shock, walked up to his master, bowing slightly in respect.

"Do you know this elf?" Armard asked him, pointing to the elf. Elrohir looked at him and the elf gasped, tears starting to pool in his eyes.

"'Ro?" the new slave asked in a horrified voice. The two in the cage stopped stuggling and started at Elrohir also.

"Do I know you?" Elrohir asked, moving closer to Armard.

"Don't you remember me? Can't you see me?"

"Of course I can see you but what's that got to do with anything?" Elrohir asked. Because he was a slave he didn't have a mirror, he didn't even do his own hair, Glorfindel did it.

"My pet, he looks remarkably like you. Is there something your keeping from me?" Armard asked, gripping Elrohir's upper arm tightly so that Elrohir flinched.

"I haven't seen my reflection except in the water so I wouldn't know. Please master your hurting me," Elrohir tried to pull his arm away.

"Don't lie to me! Is this your twin?" Armard shouted in the boys face.

"I don't know, I don't remember anything from before I was caught! Please master. I'm not lying," Elrohir cried. Armard looked him in the eyes before flinging him to the ground.

"Go back to your father and get ready for tonight," he ordered and Elrohir ran away, flinging himself into Glorfindel's arms. And from the cage a pair of eyes glared at the blonde warrior, Elrond's eyes.

A/N A very overdue update I know, and not a very nice one either, ah well. Hope you enjoyed, I'll try and update quicker next time.