I am so sorry that it took so long to update but it was hard for me to write this chapter. Here is where the real drama slash pain starts . Also the browser on my page is not letting me upload the documents. Can someone tell me if they have or have had the same problems and how to fix them? For now I'm using the copy-paste app.

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Chapter ten: End of the run

Finally the much awaited day arrived. That morning, as well as the past three, Fiona awoke in Elladan's arms. She was in that moment between being awake and asleep and she just wanted to stay asleep. She nuzzled her face in Elladan's chest and resumed her sleep.

"Are you not waking up? Or are you planning to keep me here until the full moon arrives and have my Adar find us both like this?" came the teasing voice of Elladan.

"Would it be so horrible if he saw that you are with a mortal?" she asked half teasing, half serious.

"Nay it would not be. I have after all, the choice of mortality, and that would be my choice not his."

"Yes well, I also would like to be liked by the in-laws."

"In-laws?"

"In-laws are the family of your significant other. Elrohir would be my brother in law, Arwen my sister in law, Lord Elrond my father in law and Celebrian my mother in law."

"Why 'in law'."

"I'm not one hundred percent sore, but I think that since when we get married to make it legit in the State we sign some law stuff to unite the families, they become our family by the law."

Elladan processed her words for a moment. When he was done he pushed himself to his feet. Fiona stayed on the ground for another minute to stretch. By the time she was done, Elladan had prepared their breakfast.

"Another meal of sausages and mushy bananas, how lovely," said Fiona with heavy sarcasm.

Elladan chuckled. "Do not worry. I am sure that my Adar will have a feast ready for us when we arrive."

Fiona narrowed her eyes and her cheeks flushed a little.

"Is everything alright?" he asked with concern.

"Yes but, I don't know. I just fell like I'll look weird being a human around so many elves."

"You know you will transform?"

"Yes, but your father said it was not a major transformation and my physical appearance will hardly change. I suppose I'll get the ears and hopefully better hair, but I will still look very different than the rest of the ellith."

"You know she elves are called ellith?" he asked amused.

"Yeah, I know a few words in sindarin, not nearly enough to even ask where I am if I get lost, but you know, at least I don't come empty handed," she said a little perked up.

Elladan smiled and took her hands in his as he looked into her eyes.

"You need not worry about how you look. I understand what you mean, and you are the most beautiful elleth there ever was in my eyes. You are beautiful inside and out and you are all I ever wanted and needed."

Fiona was smiling shyly as she blushed a bit embarrassed. Elladan smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips. As quickly as the kiss ended, Elladan pulled away.

"Now eat your sausages and mushy bananas," he teased.

Fiona rolled her eyes but smiled. She eyed the banana for a few seconds.

"Now what has that fruit ever done to you to deserve such a death glare?" Elladan asked with mock seriousness.

"It exists," she replied coldly.

"And yet it exists to nourish you, no matter how much you glare at it. Now eat and be thankful you have something to feed you."

Fiona rolled her eyes once more and stuffed the whole banana in her mouth, trying to swallow it in one bite. Elladan caught site of her and shook his head while chuckling.

After they were done they continued walking hastily.

Fiona's mind was out there with the ones she loved. Great memories of her life flooded her mind. As they walked, Elladan saw her staring into space with a soft smile on her lips. He did not wish to interrupt her happy thinking and allowed her to continue for a while longer. After several minutes her eyes seemed to refocus on her surroundings. She looked around and her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was either confused or trying to figure out something in the trees. That is where Elladan got curious.

"Is there something on the trees?" he asked her curiously.

"No, I just wanted to take a good look because this is the last time I will get to see a tropical rain forest. I want to remember the sights, the scents, the humidity, the sounds, everything from my home Island."

Elladan too started to look around carefully. Fiona saw him and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright?" she asked carefully.

"Yes," he said looking down at her. "I also wanted to make a mental picture of this place. I will surely miss it. Nature here is beautiful. The trees have such strange new voices which sound so young compared to most of the trees in Arda. The scents are powerful and delighting and the scenery is one I will not see again."

"Yeah, too bad there is no Caribbean Islands over there."

The day went on uneventfully. Fiona had kept her phone off to preserve the battery and the day before she called her parents and Astrid for the last time. Now they continued wandering around going nowhere in specific. The afternoon was hot so they stopped in the first water body they found and washed up.

They were walking in silence when Elladan stopped abruptly, causing Fiona to run into him.

"Wha-" but she was cut off by Elladan hushing her.

His eyes narrowed and he scanned the forest carefully.

"This way, hurry!" he urged in a grave whisper.

Fiona did not ask and simply followed Elladan when he took her hand and pulled her into a run. She was having a hard time running without making noise since Elladan was almost dragging her away. Suddenly he stopped abruptly, causing Fiona to run into him once more, only this time the impact was hard on her nose. She complained silently and Elladan gave her an apologetic look. Elladan turned from the direction they had been running to a new one. Fiona could hardly keep up and her feet faltered making her stumble, but Elladan's grip on her hand pulled her up before she could fall and they continued running. Elladan stopped once more. This time his eyes betrayed the fear that he had been hiding. His eyes scanned all around him, his head spun from one direction to the other almost frantically.

"We are being surrounded," he informed Fiona who had already guessed the situation.

By instinct, Fiona looked at the sword at her belt. Her gun was in the backpack which Elladan was carrying. She looked up a tree. They were not lush enough to really hide them so that was out of the question. Elladan resumed their sprint through the forest. As they ran they passed through a slope that was covered in slippery moss and Fiona slipped and lunged forward. Elladan's grip on her hand saved her once again though this time her muscles in her shoulder and back got a bit injured. Fiona whined silently when Elladan pulled her to her feet.

"I am sorry! Are you alright?" he asked slightly alarmed.

"I'm fine, it's okay," she replied breathlessly.

Elladan narrowed his eyes in worry but there was not time to verify if she was being honest and they continued running. Fiona could now hear the shrieking and growling of the orcs. They were getting closer and closer. Arrows whistled pass them but whoever shot them had very poor aim for they flew several feet from them. Fiona spared a peek behind her only to regret it. A horde of orcs were following hot on their trail and from the sides more were coming. Finally they were forced to stop when a large group of orcs appeared in the path before them. They tried to run back but there was no place they could go. They were surrounded by at least a hundred or more, all with their blades pointed at them, sneering and baring their teeth at them. Elladan and Fiona unsheathed their swords though they both knew they stood no chance against such numbers. Suddenly something caught Elladan and Fiona's eyes. Three tall figures with long raven black hair, pale skin and blue eyes were peacefully making their way through the orc army. The orcs by their part granted them passage without any sign of hostility which was something that baffled them. Fiona heard Elladan gaps but she knew not what had made him do so. When the three figures were within reach Fiona also gasped when she saw the pointy ears peeking under the long dark hair. Their faces were stunningly fair, their movement graceful. These were elves. Fiona was shocked but not as much as Elladan who looked like he had been slapped across the face.

The three elves came within a proper space to 'greet' them.

"Mae g'ovannen son of Elrond," spoke one of them with a bow, though to Fiona it looked like he was just mocking Elladan.

"Who are you?" asked Elladan when he got out of his shock.

"How rude of you!" exclaimed the first with mock hurt. "Is this how your Ada thought you greet your fellow elves?"

Elladan narrowed his eyes when he caught the mock in his tone.

"A very well, since you clearly have no manners, my companions and I will introduce ourselves. I am Morohtar, this are Urúvion and Mornenion."

Elladan stared with cold eyes at the three elves. Their names meant 'dark warrior', 'fiery' and 'dark water'. All names bore the same darkness as the one Elladan could perceive from these three elves. When Elladan continued staring silently, the one named Mornenion laughed. Fiona would have considered it a devilish laugh had it not been for the evil that poured from it.

"I think we have stumbled across the mute prince of Imladris Morohtar. Or maybe he is just shy. Let us see how we make him speak."

Mornenion extended his hand to grab Fiona. Instantly Elladan yelled 'no' and placed himself between the elf and her.

"So he can talk," said Morohtar as-a-matter-of-factly. "Good, there is much we must discus."

Fiona had been observing the three elves. Morohtar seemed like a cool headed guy and seemed to be the one in charge of this assembly. Mornenion struck her as the one who was carefree and liked to have 'fun'. As for Urúvion, he had not stopped staring at them with a dark look in his eyes. When his eyes turned to her, she had to look down.

Mornenion saw this little exchanged and laughed lightly. "You are afraid of Urúvion? You should be. His name was given to him for a reason. His temper is as fiery as the Great Eye. I would not cross him if I were you."

Mornenion stared at Fiona and a slight smile appeared on his lips. Though it was not suggestive, Fiona did not wish to know what his thoughts were at the moment. Elladan saw her inch away and took a defensive position before her.

"What businesses have you with us?" he asked with a great air of authority that Fiona had never heard from him before. It was as if he was a whole different person that Fiona did not know. She could not help to look up at him with surprise.

Mornenion and Morohtar smiled while Urúvion just glared.

"I think we should wait until we get home to discuss such matters."

"And where might home be?" he asked still with authority.

Morohtar smiled wickedly. "Oh, I prefer to surprise you once we get there."

Morohter turned and spoke in what Elladan recognized was orcish. He wished to spit just by the thought of such a tongue passing through his lips. The orcs moved in on them. Fiona's breath became heavy when she saw this.

"Elladan?" she called in a low terrified voice.

"It will be alright, just let them move you."

An orc smiled evilly at her before grabbing her hand. It felt like putrid raw meat was touching her skin and it smelled like it too. When her left arm was yanked to her back she winced. Mornenion turned with a dark smile to her.

"Well, well, what have we here?"

He moved to inspect what had caused her pain.

"I did nothing but tie her hands milord," said the orc with a deep growling voice.

"I know. She is hurt is she not?"

Elladan had several orcs on him which were bounding his hands, and he turned roughly to see what was happening. The orcs growled and sneered in protest for he had made them lose his bonds.

Mornenion had now bend to an almost kneeling position to be face to face with Fiona who tried to back away but found herself trapped against a body of an orc.

"Are you in pain pen neth?"(little one) he asked in a very low tone that sounded almost concern, yet it was heavy with a darkness that made Fiona's neck hair stand.

She did not answer. She knew not how she should answer.

Mornenion took her check in his hand and lifted her face so their eyes met.

"Look me in the eye," he whispered.

Fiona felt like screaming. His closeness, his voice, his eyes that seemed to be reading her soul, everything about him screamed that she was in danger. Suddenly their eyes broke apart and Mornenion stood up to full height and looked back to see Elladan who had yelled while breaking free from the orcs and charging at him.

"Do not touch her!"

Elladan took the sword from a nearby orc since his own had been taken away from him, and he charged at Mornenion. The elf drew his sword calmly and waited for Elladan to approach him. the orcs around them drew their swords but Mornenion exclaimed something in the dark tongue and they stopped. Just as Elladan tried to slice at him, Monenion parried his attack and with one lightning fast move he dropped his own sword, grabbed both of Elladan's wrists with great strength and sunk his knee with all his strength into his stomach.

Fiona would have muffled her scream with her hands if they had not been tied up. Elladan had bent over and tried to yank his hand from Mornenion's grip. He managed to so with his right hand and brought his fist to the dark elf's face. Mornenion had to back away slightly to avoid his fist and this gave Elladan a slight advantage and he was able to pull free his other hand which was holding the sword. Mornenion quickly picked up his sword though he looked unflustered by the fight. They exchanged swings and parried for a moment. Mornenion looked like he was just having some fun with an old friend while Elladan's eyes burned with anger. After a while the dark elf thought it was enough so he took the chance when Elladan sliced at him to block the attack but put enough force to push him back hard enough to make Elladan need to take a step back. Then he extended his hand and grabbed a fistful of Elladan's hair. Elladan had learned to mask his pain and contain it inside so he swallowed a yell of pain. He lost his balance with such an unseen attack. Mornenion smiled wickedly and quickly turned to grab both of Elladan's arms behind him. He bent to whisper into his ear.

"You know? This hand of yours has given me some trouble. Perhaps a lesson would remind it to keep to itself next time."

Elladan glared at the elf when his whisper sent unwanted shivers down his spine. But his glare was cut short when a fiery pain exploded on his right arm. Mornenion had pulled in his arm, managing to dislocate it. Elladan did not want to scream, but the pain was overwhelming and he found himself shocking a scream.

Fiona cried out as tears fell from her cheeks.

"Elladan," she whispered to herself but all the elves present heard her.

Mornenion looked up and smiled to himself. He released Elladan who fell on his knees unceremoniously. He contained a groan as he tried to keep himself steady with his left arm.

"Can one of you move him?" he asked the other two elves which moved to Elladan as soon as Mornenion asked.

Fiona had forgotten the other two elves until now. She looked at them anxiously as they approached Elladan.

"Urúvion, keep him still while I relocate his arm."

Urúvion nodded and roughly grabbed Elladan's good shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other under Elladan's bad arm to steady him. Morohtar then bent over Elladan and pulled the arm back in. this time Elladan could not keep it in and screamed to the top of his lunges. After that he passed out.

"Elladan!" Fiona yelled between tears and pulled herself free from her captors grip.

The orcs tried to go after her but they didn't have to. As Fiona ran towards Elladan's unconscious figure, she was met with Mornenion in her way. She had not seen him approach her since she was too busy looking at Elladan. She tried to make her way around him but no matter how fast she tried to move, Mornenion was always one step ahead of her.

"Now now, it is for the best that he is unconscious. He will not feel the pain that way."

Fiona gave up on trying getting away and stopped, bowing her head as tears fell down her cheeks. This is not real, it is a nightmare. You are just having a really horrible nightmare. Soon you will awaken in Elladan's arms and all will be alright. She tried to make herself believe these things but she could not. She would slap herself for being so stupid if her hands were not bound behind her.

Mornenion smiled amused, seeing her thoughts clearly written on her face. He cupped her face with one hand and lifted it to meet his.

"There there," he said in what would be the most tender tone he could give. "If you and the prince cooperate there will be no need for either of you to die. Now, you never answered my question. What hurts you?"

"Nothing," she whispered softly and it was true. At this moment she could not feel pain. Her mind could not register it because it was too concentrated on what was happening around her.

"Well no one whimpers for no reason. Tell me what hurts you."

"Why do you care?" she asked before her mind could think it through. Her voice had been low mixed with anger and fear.

Mornenion laughed heartedly. "Well since you ask, I have a thing with pain you see? I see pain and it just creates in me a sensation that I cannot explain. And when I do not know what has been the cause of someone's pain, I become incurably curious. Now that I answered your question, answer mine," his voice was a dangerous low whisper that made Fiona lose her voice. "ANSWER ME!" he screamed in a horrible voice.

Fiona screamed and fell back panting as her heart pounded so hard it felt as if it would make a hole on her chest.

"M-my shoulder. It got hurt when I almost fell and was pulled back up," she stuttered while answering.

Mornenion crouched before her and smiled. "You see? Was it not so easy to answer truthfully? Now let me see your shoulder."

Fiona preferred being knocked out cold than having this elf looking her over, but she had no choice.

"It is the right one," she said in a small voice.

Mornenion moved to her side and pulled down her shirt just enough to see the skin slightly swollen in a dark red color.

"Hey Mornenion!" called out Morohtan. "Leave the girl alone for a while. We can play with her together when we are back home."

"Ah but Morohtar, you misjudge my intentions. I merely wished to know what the cause of her pain was. You of all know how I cannot be at peace until I know what troubles my captives."

"Aye, but you have eyed the girl and I know you will want to have some fun with her. But remember she must not be harmed beyond repaired nor close to too much."

"I know. Now let us settle until the night falls."

Mornenion grabbed Fiona under the arm and lifted her to her feet. She saw a rather large orc hoist Elladan over its shoulder. She bit her lower lip to keep from calling his name. They did not move far. They just searched for a more comfortable spot to settle down. Elladan was thrown close to the three elves. The orcs that were leading her pushed her to the elves.

"What do we do with this one?" it asked rather angrily. It seemed like he disliked the task of keeping an eye on her.

Within herself she prayed that she would be just left there beside Elladan. But her hopes were crushed when Morohtan spoke.

"Just tie her to a tree. I am sure the elf told her to run away if she gets the chance so keep an eye on her."

"Why cannot another one keep an eye on her? I ain't no stinking baby sitter," it growled angrily.

"Because I say so. If you do not wish to join him on the floor, I suggest you do as you are told," he said while pointing at Elladan.

The orc growled and mumbled in orcish. It roughly grabbed Fiona by the arm and pulled her. It threw her against the tree and proceeded to tie her up. She could not see Elladan from this position and that made her anxious. She tried to loosen her bonds so she could at least try to sit on her knees to get a better view, but the rope around her was too tight. After a while she became exhausted and stopped.

"Wake up!"

Fiona snapped out of her sleep when a stinging pain exploded on her face. She had been slapped by the same orc that was supposed to watch over her. It was dark as she looked around frantically, trying to make sense of things. Finally her mind settled and she was able to see that it had not been a dream after all. She felt like crying at this realization. She looked around wondering why she had been awakened. Then she spotted Elladan sitting a few yards away from her. He was looking at her with a pained smile. She smiled back in the same way as him. She wanted to talk to him, but she felt afraid to utter a single word. Their eye contact broke for a moment when an orc walked pass Fiona and sneered at her. She recoiled from it until he was away. Then she looked back at Elladan. He frowned and his eyes held pain, though not physical. He mouthed 'I am sorry' and she mouthed 'It's okay'. Fiona could see Elladan sighing. She felt horrible because she knew he was blaming himself for this.

"The moon is full and it is almost midnight. Prepare to depart soon,"

Fiona and Elladan looked up to see Morohtan giving the orders. Elladan was pulled to his feet and Fiona was freed from the tree and pulled closer to the elf. They looked into each other's eyes almost desperately. This could not be happening they both thought. Elladan's mind was running fast trying to think of a way to get them out of here. Time seemed to slow as they stared at each other. Fiona's were narrowed with fear and worry while Elladan's were full of anguish for not knowing how to escape this dark fate. They were bathed with a powerful light from the moon which made them break eye contact for a moment. They returned their eyes to each other, hearts beating fast and breath heavy. There was nothing they could do now. For a moment the light blinded them. When they could open their eyes, they found themselves in a different scenery.

"Welcome to Angmar," said Morohtan.

It took a moment for this information to sink into Juliet's mind. Then her mouth dropped in shock.

"No way," she whispered to herself.

Elladan looked over at her, having heard her whisper. He could see that she knew where they were. He could also see great fear and even the hint of curiosity.

She needed to ask something and she looked over at him, wishing she could just ask and answer. She had never asked Elladan what year Arda was in so she didn't know if the Witch King still lived here.

They were led into the dark fortress. Fiona felt her blood going cold with fear. They were led into the building. It was colder inside than it was outside. The black stone conserved the cold too well, making them all exhale misty breath. They walked up some spiral stairs and then down many corridors. Finally they entered a large room. There was a small fireplace to the left though it was really too small to make much of a difference. There were a few tables along the left wall, filled with whips and other devices Fiona didn't know the name of and really didn't desire to find out. There were a few pillars with chains in some places of the room. In the middle was a large table that was empty at the moment and a few chairs were spread around the room. The room seemed to be divided into small areas according to what would go on there. Close to the tables with the lashes and other torture devices were the pillars with chains. At the right beside the table was an empty space. There was really nothing there and both Elladan and Fiona wondered why everything would be stacked to the left when there was so much space to the right. At the end of the room was a taller pillar with no chains. This pillar was not made of rock like the others. It seemed to be out of black marble and it was more delicate than the others. There was nothing around it for a few meters. At the end of the room on both sides were open doors that led to other rooms.

Morohtar spoke in the black speech and Elladan and Fiona were tied to different pillars. Fiona's was on the center of the room a few feet from the table that divided the room while Elladan was closer to the torture tables. The two had hardly been chained when the doors of the room opened. Two stunningly beautiful elves with hair as black as the other three walked in. They were very similar looking to one another. They walked to greet the other three elves.

"This is the girl the Dark Lord wants?"

Fiona almost fainted when she heard those words. The Dark Lord wanted her.

"Yes Suiauthon. Allow me to introduce you. Suiauthon,(warlike) Authion,(war) meet the eldest son of Elrond, Elladan, and the Grace bearer, Fiona. Elladan, Fiona, meet Suiauthon and his younger brother Authion."

The two brothers exchanged amused looks.

"For a Grace bearer, she is not very impressive. I thought the Valar knew better," said Authion.

"Indeed," agreed Suiauthon. "She does not look capable of even handling a knife."

Fiona was too afraid to retort and just looked away.

"Why have you brought us here? What is more, what are elves doing living in Angmar among orcs and at the service of the Dark Lord?"

Morohtar laughed lightly. "Are you not a curious one?" he said shortly before walking to lean against a torture table. "You are here," he said while looking at Fiona. "Because we need your gift to breed more elves. And you are here," he said while looking at Elladan. "Simply because you were in the way."

Elladan felt his blood boil when Morohtar said the word 'breed' as if they were some sort of wild animal.

"What do you mean breed?" he asked in what he hoped was a calm tone so he could get them to talk.

"Like you do not know. We know she can harvest her powers and create life out of nothing. Our master wants an army of elves such as us for the war and the only way for that is by using Fiona's gift. Trying to force ellith(she elves) into an intimate act will only make her fade so had no way of reproducing ourselves. But now we can."

Elladan was beyond shocked. He could not believe what their plans were. Fiona's gift was to be used only if somehow all elves or at least almost all of them were erased from the face of the world, but these elves planned on using it just to 'breed' elves to join their army.

"You sicken me," he spat in a dark angry tone. "How could you betray your people, you own kin, to join the dark Lord?!"

"I suggest you learn to control that tongue of yours," said Morohtar darkly. "And you would be surprised with the many secrets you do not know. The Dark Lord has more powers than your small, young mind could comprehend. We simply joined the side that offered us power and that is sure to win in this war."

"You, you are disgraceful, degusting, pitiful, wretched,"

Before Elladan could continue, he was met by a strong fist on his right ear. His ears rang and his head spun for a moment. It had been Urúvion who had punched him.

"Shut up you worthless scum bag," he said in a dangerous tone. "You are a pitiful ignorant rat and you could never comprehend what true power is. We make your pathetic Adar's life span look puny for we have lived more longer than you would dare guess and we know more than your wildest dreams could make up. Just by being here you should have realized that what Morohtar said is true. The Dark Lord will triumph over these lands and its wretched people and you are from the first who will fall. Now you will be taught a lesson so that you will think it through before you let your scum of a tongue to utter another word."

Morohtar sighed. He was not one for bloody messes though he did enjoy watching from afar. Still, this time he had a good excuse to leave the room.

"You go ahead while I look for something."

Morohtar left the room and the other four elves remained with the two prisoners. Mornenion was the first one to move to the torture table to choose a tool. Even with Urúvion's fiery temper and violent nature, he preferred the bloody tasks to be done for him while he watched. Suiauthon and Authion also walked to the table.

"What will it be Mornenion?" asked Suiauthon.

Mornenion thought in silence as he scanned the tables. Finally he smiled and picked up something. It was a whip with shards of metal tied to it.

"I think this will do," he said with a smile.

Suiauthon smiled as well and took the matching pair of Mornenion's whip.

They turned to Elladan who kept an expressionless face. Fiona on the other hand was holding in a scream. Authion rearranged Elladan's chains so he could be with his back exposed to the dark elves.

"Since I will not get to join on the lashing, I will remove his tunic," said Authion.

"By all means brother," said Suiauthon while extending his hand.

Authion nodded and took out a knife from his boot. Slowly he brought it down to the bottom of his neck where the clothing started. He smiled before pressing the blade down against his skin. Elladan did not even flinch when the blade cut through his skin and blood started to come out. Ever so slowly, Authion moved the blade down his back while cutting off the tunic and at the same time cutting into the skin.

Fiona could not see very well since she was further into the room so she could see mostly his face but not his back. With Elladan's expressionless face it was hard to tell if Authion was doing anything else than simply cutting open his upper clothing.

Finally Authion reached the end of his back. His tunic fell open to the sides, revealing his bare back. Suiauthion ran a hand on the Prince's back, making Elladan growl angrily at the act of disrespect.

"You have nice skin. Let us see how it looks in bloody red."

At that very moment Suiauthion brought down the whip with great strength and it made contact with Elladan's skin, ripping through his skin and making the first lines of blood appear. Elladan did not flinch an inch nor his face betrayed the horrible pain that he felt. Fiona on the other hand had screamed and tears were pouring down her cheeks like a waterfall. Mornenion was next to bring the whip down. Elladan once again remained with an expressionless complexion. The next lash made his shudder a little, the next made him shudder next. Lash by lash Elladan's body trembled harder and harder and his silent groans grew in volume. His face no longer stoic now betrayed his pain. Finally it was too much to bear and Elladan let out a pain filled cry. His cries grew louder and louder until the whole room echoed with his screams of pain. He could hear Fiona screaming for them to stop, her voice desperate and full of anguish. He hated himself for not being strong enough to contain the pain to avoid Fiona such a pain. But there was nothing he could do now. His whole body screamed of agony and he echoed those screams with his voice. Finally it came to the point where he could no longer hear his own screams. He started to drift into sleep. He could hear someone screaming in the distance. He pitied the poor soul for his screams were full of torment. Even further away he could hear the voice of a girl crying out for whoever was being tortured. She was offering to take his place. How brave and noble of her he thought.

"I'll take his place! I'll take his place!" Fiona screamed as loud as she could to get the other elves' attention. It worked. They turned their heads to her with eminent surprise.

"You would take his place?" asked Suiauthon with great surprise.

"That is a first one," said Mornenion. "Never before has anyone offered to take a lashing for another. Then again we had not had that many visitors and orcs would never be so noble."

"Oh but it is tempting," said Authion.

"Is that so?" asked Mornenion.

"Of course! When was the last time we heard a woman's cries? They are truly something," he said with longing.

"It has been very long indeed," said Mornenion. "What do you think Urúvion?"

The elf had sat down to watch the show and had kept quiet until now.

"Do whatever you want. The elf will not last much longer under this treatment anyways."

Mornenion turned to Fiona who was already trembling with fear.

"Do you really want to take his place? It will be a very unpleasant experience, especially since you have awakened in my friends and me a desire to hear you scream."

His words made Fiona sway with dizziness. She was terrified. But she looked at Elladan and thought that Urúvion was right; he would not hold much longer if these elves had their way. Not trusting her voice she simply nodded.

Authion moved to her side and rearranged her so her back was exposed to him.

"I think I will leave you this one brother, for seem very keen to join in," said Suiauthon handing his brother the bloody whip.

"Nay, that will not do," said Mornenion, turning to walk to the table.

The other two followed. Mornenion spoke to them in the dark tongue so that Fiona could not understand. "We must not kill her nor hurt her too much. She is still human and she will not hold nearly as much as the prince."

"What shall we use then?" asked Authion in the same tongue.

Mornenion picked up a whip made of rope with knots.

"This will draw enough blood for our fun," with said with an evil grin and the other two responded with the same grin.

Fiona had been praying, her lips uttered pleas to God to give her strength and help them out of this. She could feel Urúvion's hateful eyes burning holes on her but she dared not look at him. She heard the other elves stand behind her and she could not hold in the tears that fell freely from her eyes now. She clenched her fists and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming though she knew it would be impossible.

Suiauthon was a fast worker and simply grabbed the back of Fiona's shirt and ripped it open. The elves exchanged grins before Authion brought down his whip with all his strength, causing Fiona to yelp loudly while biting her lip with strength. Her skin had already opened a wound and some blood was visible. The second whip came from Mornenion who made Fiona choke a cry as tears streamed down her cheeks. The next whip made her scream out loud, and so did the rest. Whip after whip Fiona screamed at the top of her lunges.

Fiona was not aware of when she had stopped screaming and just started to sod violently. Elladan had returned to enough consciousness to hear Fiona's screams. He tried to get up but his body had no strength. He could only manage to lift his head enough to see Fiona getting lashed by the two elves. He tried to cry out but the mere action of trying to fill his lunges with enough air made him lose all his strength. A tear escaped his eye as he watched helplessly Fiona get beaten. He could see her blood trailing down her back and a few drops fell on the floor.

Suddenly the door burst open and Morothar ran in.

"Stop! what are you doing?!" he yelled angrily at the other elves.

"Relax Morothar," said Mornenion. "She will live."

"But now we need to wait until she recovers enough to start the process of breeding!"

"We have time Morothar. Have some fun, enjoy yourself by torturing someone or at least stay and watch. You would have loved her screams."

Morothar looked at the sobbing figure of Fiona who hanged from her chains and her body was a trembling mess. He smiled lightly imagining hearing her screams, but his smile quickly vanished.

"Give her some medicine to help her heal fast. Him too," he said, pointing out to Elladan.

"You are too tense Morothar," Mornenion muttered before going to get some vials with a dark liquid.

He handed a vial to Suiauthon and walked over to Fiona with another vial. He dumped the liquid on her back, making her scream in pain when it caused a burning sensation. He turned his head when he heard Elladan grunt when the liquid was poured down his back.

"There, you should be quite fixed by tomorrow," said Mornenion after finishing with the vial. He then opened her chains and carried her to one of the rooms on the back of the main room. An old piece of cloth was on the floor. There he laid her and closed the door behind him.

Elladan was taken to a different room and chained to the wall. He was still too weak to try to escape but he tried anyways, resulting in him getting lightheaded and almost throwing up.

Fiona could hardly bring herself to move. Her body was screaming in pain and everything she did caused her even more pain. As the night advanced she felt cold. The little piece of cloth was not enough to even wrap her completely. She tried to sleep but she could not find it in her to do so. She was terrified and in great pain. She could not allow herself to do what these dark elves wanted her to do. She could not create an army for them. But she knew she would suffer greatly for defying them and so would Elladan. Just by thinking of him she started to sob. He was in much more horrible conditions than her, and he would take the worst of this if she did not do what they asked for he was the bait and he could stand it longer. With dark thoughts sleep took her and she greeted it for it would be her only escape to her pain.

Well I hope you liked it and I hope I did a good job on the dark elves. I wanted to give them different personalities so that they were different from one another. This is not the end, but the beginning of this darkness so stay tune to see what happens! The next chapter will come soon but now I am torn between two endings. The ending is not the next chapter but it is coming soon and I do not know which ending to post since they are both very different from each one and one of them is very shocking and I don't know how you readers will take it. Both chapters are very sweet but one is much more dramatic and shocking. Should I post them both and one as an alternate ending or would you rather just one?