Author's Note:

~ I DO NOT own any of the characters on Lord of the Rings. It would be nice. But they are not mine. So don't sue me. Besides I'm broke, you wouldn't get much. ~

~ Ok, being sense I've basically only seen the movie, I don't how the story ends. So this fic is suppose to take place after all the books. But, like I said, I haven't read all the books, so I'm only going off the information I've gotten from the move. ~

~ Well, hope you like it. And some of the characters may be a little out of character. Sorry. ~

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Shattered Reflection

By-Lady Une

Chapter One ~ Runaway!

'Scars are deep wounds, which depending on how deep they go, sometimes never heel. And when someone creates more scars on the top of the scars you already have, you can sometime fell as if there is no point in life anymore...'

A young girl ran as fast as she could, through a dark forest, for her life depended on it. She could her the sound of horse's hooves beating into the forest floor, and the men yelling on horseback. She was dressed in rags, which had been torn, form may years of work and torture.

The horses grew closer and her fear grew as each of the men and horses grew closer. Finally the men, on horseback, caught up to her. Their where four men. "Where odd you think your going, princess?" one of the men asked, as the four of them in closed her with their horses. The men who spoke jumped down off his horse and grabbed the young girl by the arms. He was dress in a pair of dirty paints and sheet. He had short greasy black hair, and dark brown eyes. "Running away from me is never a good thing, my dear," he told her, pulling her closer to him.

"Please, let me go," the girl pleated, as tears slowly ran down her cheeks.

"Shot your mouth," yelled the men, backing handing her across the face, an as he did this he let go of her arms, sending the young girl flying into the ground.

The other three men watch and laughed, as the young girl struggled for her life. "Get up!" yelled the dark headed man. "Get up!" he yelled again, as he pulled out a dagger.

The young girl slowly got to her feet, tears still pouring from her eyes and down her cheeks.

The man grabbed he, and spun her around. So, her back was against his chest. Then she felt the icy blade of his dagger at her throat. "What do we do with this one boys?" he asked the other three men. "She's got such a nice body," he said, as he moved the blade down her neck. "And she's so damn easy," he whispered in her ear, but loud enough for the other three to hear.

The young girl closed her eyes tightly, as she felt the blade slowly move down her chest. Then she felt a sharp pain in her side, and immediately realized what it was. The man had shoved the dagger into her side. She screamed out in pain, but was stopped, when he jerked the blade out of her side and pressed it against her neck.

"Now, no screaming. You wouldn't want to get us in trouble, now would you?" he asked.

The girl, yet again closed her eyes, tightly as she felt his lips touch her neck. Then move down her neck.

Realizing he had her in hid full control, he dropped his dagger, and slowly started undoing her top. But was stopped as and arrow shot him in the shoulder. "What the hell!" he yelled in both shook and pain. About that time, three more arrows came flying through the air, each hitting different men. The three men on the horses fell off, and all four of the horses ran out of danger. Another arrow hit the man, who was still holding the young girl. And at the pain of the other arrow he released the young girl. Who took off running in the direction of the arrows.

A young elf, jumped down out of a near by tree, and in front of the young girl. She stopped and looked at his, but looked over her shoulder at the other four men, and dashed behind the young elf.

"It's a damn elf," said one of the men.

"You four should really learn how to treat a lady," the elf replied, his green eyes flared with anger.

"Who are you too tell us how we should treat our women?" shot another man.

"I'm not anyone, to tell you how you should treat your women. But, this young lady, here isn't a woman, she's an elf. And I will not allow you to hurt her any more then you already have," answered the whitish blond hair elf. "And if you four would like to leave here alive, or with the ability to have children, I suggest you leave now," warned the elf, as he drew another arrow.

"Why you," one of the men said, taking a step towards the elf.

The young elf shook his head, and shot his challenger in the foot. Quickly drawing another arrow, and pointing it in between the guy's eyes, as he fell to his knees, "You still care to challenge me?" asked the elf.

The man shook his head, "Nom you win," he answered, the elf.

"Good, now if I find any of you in this part of the forest again," he paused, lowering his bow and allowing his challenger to get up. "I'll make sure you never live to see it again."

The four men nodded, and ran off in the direction they had come. All four were limping in pain. The young elf watched as they disappeared then turned towards the young girl, or elf.

She slowly backed herself into a tree. She was scared, embarrassed, and in pain. Tear pouring for her eyes and rolling quickly down her cheeks.

The young elf slowly walked over to her. Putting his arrow away and placing his bow around his shoulder. Nothing her fear, he smiled gently, "Are You all right," he asked her, his voice soft.

The young girl didn't answer, but watched his every move. Fear in her puffy red eyes.

"Come, I'm not going to hurt you. I wish, only to help you," he told her, as he held out his hand.

His voice was soft, gentle, and it seemed to clam her fear. But, she still didn't answer. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, holding top is place.

He smiled lightly, "If you don't came with me, we both are going to be out here all night. I don't wish to hurt you, mi lady."

"Then what do you want?" the young elf girl asked in fear.

"Your trust," he answered. "Come, I can take you to a place where you can get yourself cleaned up and you won't have to worry about getting hurt again."

She hesitated, "How do I know your not lying?"

The elf smiled warmly, "I honestly believe you already know I'm not lying," he answered.

The young elf girl looked at him and slowly took his hand. As she moved away from the tree, her legs suddenly felt weak, for all the running she had been doing. She fell forward, into the elves arms.

"You're much to weak to walk," he told her, as he gently and slowly scooped her into his arms.

She didn't resist, but allowed him to pick her up. She looked up at him.

He smiled lightly, "You need to rest," he told her.

She smiled, "Thank you," she whispered to him. Gently resting her head on his shoulder, as he made his away back towards his father's castle.

He looked down at her and smiled, for the young elf in his arms had fallen asleep, almost instantly.