Hmm. Questions. Want Answers? Yes I am British. As for Sindaringevardaanwen I got her name from an elven name generator on the barrowdowns website (whose address I can't remember). It's a mixture of a couple of different names of people I don't like. I am very shallow. Still not owning anything and thankyou thankyou thankyou for all the lovely reviews!

Suspicious Minds.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity Veborion finished his meal. Wiping his mouth with his napkin, he gazed at me before getting up and offering me his hand. I took it and he hauled me up out my chair and we walked towards the door.

Any thoughts I had on escape vanished in the vice-like grip that Veborion's hand had on mine. In an alternate reality, I mused, I would actually be pleased that he was holding my hand. But then in that reality he wouldn't be carting me off to be tortured would he?

"Prince!" A voice called.

Veborion swung around swiftly to see who addressed him. I was unprepared for such a sudden action and ended up half flying and half falling. Which resulted with me ending up on the floor.

"Prince Veborion!" The voice called again. Eventually an out of breath courtier or so I assumed appeared around the corner.

"Prince Veborion." The elf came to a halt in front of Veborion. He gave a small bow before continuing his message. "Your father requests your presence at your earliest convenience."

Veborion swore. I guessed it was swearing as that was all he seemed to do around me. He pulled me up from my semi collapsed on the floor state. "Here." He held out my arm that he held to the elf who had brought the message. "Hold her." He said curtly.

The elf took my hand uncertainly, looking at Veborion as though unsure what he should do with me. "Do not let her go. I have business with her. Keep her until I return." He set off in the direction that the elf had come from before stopping suddenly as though a thought had occurred to him. "If she tries to escape, you have my permission to kill her." And with that he rounded the corner and disappeared.

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The elf had sat down still holding my hand. He glared at me before retreating into his own little world.

"'Hold her.'" He mimicked abruptly. "'Do not let her go. You have my permission to kill her.'"

I looked up at the elf slightly disturbed by what he was saying. He looked a little strange.

"'Hold her' indeed! As if I do not have more important things to worry about." He glared down at me. I was sitting uncomfortably on the floor as there was only one chair and the elf was sitting in it. He waited still glaring at me, obviously he expected some kind of answer.

"Sorry, 'bout all this." I mumbled.

"'Sorry'. Is that all you can say?" He asked angrily.

"Err..." I was stumped. What was I supposed to say to him? But then my mouth ran away from me before I could stop it. "Don't you like Veborion then?" I blurted, and then cringed as I realised what I had just said.

To my surprise the elf answered, but with a question of his own. "What 'business' does he have with you?"

"Torture." I said.

"He intends to torture you?"

"Well, yes. I think. That's what he's been promising himself for some time now. Well, ever since he met me, actually..." I trailed off.

"In which case I shall answer you. No I do not like Prince Veborion. He is..."

"A stuck up arrogant low life stupid brainless egotistical creepy prat?" I supplied helpfully.

"He is my cousin."

"Bollocks." I muttered almost silently. "Put my foot in it again."

"He is next in line to the throne, thanks to his father." He spat viciously. "It should be me."

"Okaaaay..." Now the strange elf was getting all weird on me. He was visibly shaking from what I guessed was rage. And I was stuck all alone with him. I did not like the look of this. At least with the Prince I knew what he intended to do to me. Veborion, where the hell are you? I shouted silently inside my head.

"And his sister..." He sneered, "His sister wished to marry a dwarf. I was never more pleased when the wedding was interrupted. How I wish I could give the creature who interrupted my thanks..."

"Well, you can." I said quickly, I continued seeing him about to embark on another rant, "It was me. I interrupted it."

"You?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yeah. I was running away from the spiders and orcs." I paused for a breath before going on, "That's the reason Veborion wants to torture me. For stopping his sister's wedding."

"Really? How very convenient." The elf drawled. "Perhaps, yes, perhaps a truce is in order. Between me and you."

"How so?" I asked warily, not particularly wanting to get involved in anything with this mad elf.

"I could make it worth your while. Your life for his?"

Oh shit, now I really was in BIG trouble. Should I accept and get the hell out of here in one piece, but in doing so condemn Veborion to death? Or should I do the honourable thing and try and manage to escape some other way?

"Well? Quickly!" He hissed as he sensed someone approaching.

I made up my mind. Well here goes everything my brain declared as I opened my mouth.

"I accept. A truce it is."

He smirked at me while I wondered what the hell I was condemning myself to.

Idiot.

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Ooooooh! Suddenly a plot appears! Don't know where that came from. *glances over shoulder suspiciously* R&R please!