A/N- A Note to EVERYONE; please read the next chapter; it may be an
author's note but that's just a Cookie for you guys in disguise!
Disclaimer- I don't own LOTR, not mine. I do own Le, Elaren and the other sisters, I own Du amrun, I own Pengwaith (yuck) and I own his family and I own Lego and Le's rose bush!! If you want what's mine, you have to ask.
Chapter 10- Bruises She Came Home With
****Takes place at the same time as the last chapter but in a different place****
"Stop here." Pengwaith ordered his horse sharply as Leyadriel hopped off Du- amrun beside him. Her hood was up, her hair was flowing down her front and her pale skin contrasted her midnight locks. Her eyes took in the scene before her and widened as a smile slid across her face.
"Ay, Pengwaith! Ta naa ikotane vanima! Im meleth ta! Ikotane vanima." {Oh, Pengwaith! It is so beautiful! I love it! So beautiful.} She whispered, he had led her to a crystalline river where a willow was weeping. The birds that fluttered from branch to branch sang a song for the sky that was being painted oranges and pinks with the setting sun.
"What?" He asked and she turned to face him, laughing melodiously.
"You have elvish blood, you bear an elvish name and yet you do not speak elvish. Tsk, tsk." She chastised.
"I may not speak elvish, but I *know* elvish." He emphasized as he pulled her tightly to him for a strong kiss. His tongue ravished her mouth fiercely. Without waiting for his lover's reply he swiftly pushed her to the ground under the willow. At this the birds flew away, frightened by the loud thud her body made against the hard earth. Then he vaulted on top of her and forced her cloak open before throwing it to the side. He then attacked her tunic fiercely and had a great deal of difficulty on the buttons.
He slapped her face and swore, "Damn it, woman! How many times must I tell you to dress as a lady and not as a tomboy out to war!?"
Finally he tugged her pants off with an effort and half ripped her tunic open to expose her breasts to the tree. She reached up to undress him but her hands were slapped away smartly. He muttered something about not needed a woman to help him undress. She leaned up to kiss him but he grabbed her face with his hands and pounded a kiss on her lips. Lips that had been pink but were now swollen.
Pengwaith put one hand down to her breast and squeezed it tightly enough o leave fingernail indents on it, then he thrust himself into her so cruelly that her lower back kept hitting the ground beneath her. The tangled his hands in her hair and would pull in closer or farther from him with it using such strength that it felt as though her hair would be pulled from her head.
But he kept whispering, "My pretty one, my pretty one."
Those three words were all she heard and all she felt; abuse she would take over neglect.
Their lovemaking progressed in this sadistic manner for a time before Pengwaith rolled off of her to take a nap, closing his eyes without so much as a second glance at Leyadriel. She tried to wrap an arm around him but her arm was pushed away and her lover muttered, "Get off and go find the horses." She did not immediately move so he threw his elbow out and it connected to her hip.
Leyadriel got up and put on her clothing, hiding the marks of passion as well as she could. Then she quietly went off to collect their horses.
Du-amrun trotted up to her when she called and she looked around the area and asked the animal, "Where is Amara? Do you know, mellon?" {friend}
The horse snorted as if to say, 'Don't know, don't care, let's go home.'
"Now, rochamin {my horse}, we can't leave Pengwaith's horse out here alone, you know how he feels about her."
For an hour she looked until she gave up and rode back to the clearing where Pengwaith was beginning to stir.
"Where's my pride and joy?" He asked grumpily as he looked for his horse, "Where's my Amara?"
"I couldn't find her." Leyadriel said honestly.
"Stupid woman can't even find a damned horse. Can't really do anything right."
He whistled and his horse whinnied and came out at a trot from the other side of the willow, he cooed to her, "Just where I told you to wait, good horse, good girl. Good Amara."
Pengwaith mounted his steed and pulled towards Leyadriel and said, "Thank you for loving me, my radiant light."
He kissed her cheek and rode off before she could say a word. As usual, she felt wanted but......alone. No matter, someone loved her, that's all she wanted. That's all she wanted in the world of either shore.
"Ride where you wish, mellon." She whispered to her horse.
The horse neighed happily and cantered off so that its rider could breath and have some time for herself. But a half an hour later, Leyadriel was steering her towards home.
Leyadriel was putting away Du-amrun, worrying about what to wear that Pengwaith would like, then being anything but oblivious to her surroundings.
"The blue? No, he hates the waistline. Perhaps the pink, no he hates the color. Maybe," She pondered aloud. As she pondered her half ripped tunic exposed her back to the stable, also exposing the large bruise on her lower back from hitting the ground over and over.
Oblivious as she was, Leyadriel didn't notice two figures hiding in the shadows trying to withhold gasps at the big, ugly bruise across nearly all of the princess' lower back.
A/N- Pen's a prick. Le's being an idiot, and there are two shadows. Hmmm, comments? Questions? Perhaps a joke? Or a limerick? Just BE SURE TO READ THE NEXT PAGE
Disclaimer- I don't own LOTR, not mine. I do own Le, Elaren and the other sisters, I own Du amrun, I own Pengwaith (yuck) and I own his family and I own Lego and Le's rose bush!! If you want what's mine, you have to ask.
Chapter 10- Bruises She Came Home With
****Takes place at the same time as the last chapter but in a different place****
"Stop here." Pengwaith ordered his horse sharply as Leyadriel hopped off Du- amrun beside him. Her hood was up, her hair was flowing down her front and her pale skin contrasted her midnight locks. Her eyes took in the scene before her and widened as a smile slid across her face.
"Ay, Pengwaith! Ta naa ikotane vanima! Im meleth ta! Ikotane vanima." {Oh, Pengwaith! It is so beautiful! I love it! So beautiful.} She whispered, he had led her to a crystalline river where a willow was weeping. The birds that fluttered from branch to branch sang a song for the sky that was being painted oranges and pinks with the setting sun.
"What?" He asked and she turned to face him, laughing melodiously.
"You have elvish blood, you bear an elvish name and yet you do not speak elvish. Tsk, tsk." She chastised.
"I may not speak elvish, but I *know* elvish." He emphasized as he pulled her tightly to him for a strong kiss. His tongue ravished her mouth fiercely. Without waiting for his lover's reply he swiftly pushed her to the ground under the willow. At this the birds flew away, frightened by the loud thud her body made against the hard earth. Then he vaulted on top of her and forced her cloak open before throwing it to the side. He then attacked her tunic fiercely and had a great deal of difficulty on the buttons.
He slapped her face and swore, "Damn it, woman! How many times must I tell you to dress as a lady and not as a tomboy out to war!?"
Finally he tugged her pants off with an effort and half ripped her tunic open to expose her breasts to the tree. She reached up to undress him but her hands were slapped away smartly. He muttered something about not needed a woman to help him undress. She leaned up to kiss him but he grabbed her face with his hands and pounded a kiss on her lips. Lips that had been pink but were now swollen.
Pengwaith put one hand down to her breast and squeezed it tightly enough o leave fingernail indents on it, then he thrust himself into her so cruelly that her lower back kept hitting the ground beneath her. The tangled his hands in her hair and would pull in closer or farther from him with it using such strength that it felt as though her hair would be pulled from her head.
But he kept whispering, "My pretty one, my pretty one."
Those three words were all she heard and all she felt; abuse she would take over neglect.
Their lovemaking progressed in this sadistic manner for a time before Pengwaith rolled off of her to take a nap, closing his eyes without so much as a second glance at Leyadriel. She tried to wrap an arm around him but her arm was pushed away and her lover muttered, "Get off and go find the horses." She did not immediately move so he threw his elbow out and it connected to her hip.
Leyadriel got up and put on her clothing, hiding the marks of passion as well as she could. Then she quietly went off to collect their horses.
Du-amrun trotted up to her when she called and she looked around the area and asked the animal, "Where is Amara? Do you know, mellon?" {friend}
The horse snorted as if to say, 'Don't know, don't care, let's go home.'
"Now, rochamin {my horse}, we can't leave Pengwaith's horse out here alone, you know how he feels about her."
For an hour she looked until she gave up and rode back to the clearing where Pengwaith was beginning to stir.
"Where's my pride and joy?" He asked grumpily as he looked for his horse, "Where's my Amara?"
"I couldn't find her." Leyadriel said honestly.
"Stupid woman can't even find a damned horse. Can't really do anything right."
He whistled and his horse whinnied and came out at a trot from the other side of the willow, he cooed to her, "Just where I told you to wait, good horse, good girl. Good Amara."
Pengwaith mounted his steed and pulled towards Leyadriel and said, "Thank you for loving me, my radiant light."
He kissed her cheek and rode off before she could say a word. As usual, she felt wanted but......alone. No matter, someone loved her, that's all she wanted. That's all she wanted in the world of either shore.
"Ride where you wish, mellon." She whispered to her horse.
The horse neighed happily and cantered off so that its rider could breath and have some time for herself. But a half an hour later, Leyadriel was steering her towards home.
Leyadriel was putting away Du-amrun, worrying about what to wear that Pengwaith would like, then being anything but oblivious to her surroundings.
"The blue? No, he hates the waistline. Perhaps the pink, no he hates the color. Maybe," She pondered aloud. As she pondered her half ripped tunic exposed her back to the stable, also exposing the large bruise on her lower back from hitting the ground over and over.
Oblivious as she was, Leyadriel didn't notice two figures hiding in the shadows trying to withhold gasps at the big, ugly bruise across nearly all of the princess' lower back.
A/N- Pen's a prick. Le's being an idiot, and there are two shadows. Hmmm, comments? Questions? Perhaps a joke? Or a limerick? Just BE SURE TO READ THE NEXT PAGE