Thanks for the reviews guys! I really appreciate it and im sorry for taking so long to update! just finally got my internet back (as well as my inspiration) and will be posting more soon!

I didn't say it before and I didn't think I would have to, but here is goes.

I obviously don't own anything that has to do with Lord of the rings, or the hobbit books. I do, however, own my character Vonic. yupp. that's about it, thanks again guys!

Her hands had been bound by thick leather straps behind her back making her shoulder sting from the awkward angle. Two men walked on either side of her, their grip too strong and their pace too fast to keep up with in her current state- Vonic was literally dragged along with them. A few feat ahead the king walked with another golden haired sun god- she believed them to be related somehow, for their eyes had both been a brilliant blue she had never seen before. They spoke softly, and Vonic watched them unabashedly, her golden eyes catching and holding the stare of the younger man from time to time- the king... The king never looked back once and Vonic found herself becoming increasingly angered by it.

'how dare he..!.'

But Vonic knew it would do no good to raise her voice now- she had already done enough damage when she had spoken out towards the crowned devil, berating him like a child.

She knew better.

But she was sick of cages. Be it bars or mannerisms.

They continued walking like that, the pain growing with each step the two lithe capturers took- to the point where Vonic had sealed her eyes shut with a wince, and bit her tongue until she could taste blood. She never cried out, not even when she was sure the two men dragging her jostled her joints on purpose, trying to make her utter some sound of pain due to her lack of manners towards their king.

They seemed to drag her on for, forever. Vonic could tell that the sun had gone down because she could no longer feel the heat of it against her skin; the rays that were lucky enough to sneak through the leaves made quite a difference to the cold underneath.

Vonic missed it. Her thoughts drifted away from the pain in her shoulder and sore limbs. The uncomfortableness of having someone elses hands on her when she was wearing so little.

They drifted to home.

"Val'Morra..." The once adored word slid from between her chaped lips with bitterness. She didn't notice that the dragging motion of her body had stopped, or that the binds had been cut freeing her arms from there cramped position.

Her mind was too filled with scenes- memories of her old life.

Large white clouds hid the small city from the rest of the world; while large white walls kept the rest of the world out.

Beautiful Val'Morra...

Vonic could still feel the mist from the giant clouds touching her cheeks, her wings stretched wide and gliding along with a wind current. Looking down at her dear Val'Morra, a grin set upon her dainty lips, she would hover above the city for hours... the roar of the wind echoed in the back of her mind, and Vonic found immediate peace with the familiar sound she so dearly missed. Her body momentarily sagged with the beloved memory, only to tense seconds later when the blissful memory brewed into a nightmare.

the roar of the wind turned into a very feral snarl; a vision of death.

No- not death... something much worse.

"Merruct" The name was like poison to her now and it fell out of her mouth in a startled gasp. The memory was still so terrifying and painful, her soul cried out with the suffering of the loss, the loss of her family and culture.

The memory kept playing and Vonic fell further into the sickly green pool of animosity, that were Merruct's eyes.

His blade never faltered as it rose above his head and his eyes never wavered. It was a strike that was true and meant to kill- though his blade pierced her skin as deeply as his eyes did, the cold grasp of death did not snare her from this world.

This world...

Vonic's body had become tense and when her eyes opened and focused back on the present she was surprised to see that she was now kneeling on a soft rug infront of a large furnace. The material was soft and crafted beautifully with silvers and greens, her fingers brushed over the rug carefully. The heat of the fire pit next to her gave her body the warmth it had been craving, for she was a hot blooded creature of the sky, and thrived off of being so close to the sun and moon; she had known their warmth for many years.

"It is made of silk from the spring worms in the north; a fine piece, is it not?" the words were spoken carefully but were filled with love. He knew who had sewn it.

Vonic glanced up from her spot on the floor, the fire reflected wickedly in her eyes, giving her a demonic look that was completely contrary to her angelic features.

To her left, Thranduil sat in a magnificent chair made of horns and twisted oak limbs, studying her with a look she could not understand. Her eyes turned from him, taking in the rest of the room that she had been placed in.

How long had she been trapped in that hellish memory, that she did not notice her surroundings completely change? She had no idea where she was now, or how she even got there; Vonic frowned trying to recall something of the journey before she closed her eyes and found she could not.

But she felt it, the magic that was here. It seemed to seep out of every crack and pore in the room; from under the smooth oaken floor boards and through the rich brown curtains of the window on the far side of the room.

"Why have you brought me here?" the words had tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself, they were soft and full of disbeliefe.

The sun god was still for a moment, content with just watching her from his throne and Vonic, feeling self consious, pulled her wings closer to her body. It was uncomfortable to be stared at so much by foreign people and though Vonic knew she was very unique in these lands, it was still something she could not seem to get used to.

Without warning the peace was broken by the kings brisk words, "I wish to understand how a creature like you came to be here." His eyes had become more sharp in their gaze upon her, causing a shiver to run rampant up her spine.

Vonic pulled back away from him then, cowering into herself.

"there was another..." Silvery wings lifted to shield her from his line of sight, her knee's pulled up against her body. "... Who had said the same." She was still whispering, but in the large room the words seemed loud.

Thranduil stood from his horned chair, the sound of his robes shifting and his sudden movemets made her pull further away from him, however, and he stopped immediatly. He watched Vonic from his spot, watched as she crouched near the fire and shivered.

"if i have learned anything from my time here, it has been that man is cruel. They like to take things... apart." Vonic was trembling now, her wounds had made her weak and her skin became clammy as a sickness began to settle in her. The days dramatic turn of events began to take their toll on her body as well as her mind, for Vonic was not a coward, but found that she could not control her submissive actions.

"You are mistaken girl."Her large silvery wings still blocked the sun god from her view, but she listened to his soft foot falls as he aproached her from across the large room.

"I am the elvin King Thranduil, of the Woodland Realm." He was now standing right infront of Vonic; Their eyes met as she peaked through her long feathers.

A smirk twisted the corners of his pale lips as well as Vonic's stomach.

"And you are in my kingdom, under my rule."