She woke with a start when Aunt Millie came in the font door. "Are you still up?" He aunt asked, hanging up her coat. Mary shook her head no, and got up. "Let's go upstairs then, and you can sleep in Robert's son's bed. He hasn't used it since his last holiday away from college." Millie said cheerfully, herding the sleepy teen upstairs ahead of her.
Mary flopped down on the bed, and removed her shirt and jeans, tossing her socks off the end of the bed. She lay down and yawned, pulling the covers over her head.
It wasn't thirty minutes later before the sound of soft footfalls crept across the roof. More followed, pausing to peer in each window. They stopped at Mary's, and soft scrapings ensued. Moments later the window rode up, held by slim, long fingered bowmen's hands. Andros slipped past the curtains and stood silently in the dark as his eyes adjusted. Ustren and Pariel followed, standing behind him.
Mary stirred in her sleep, throwing one arm up above her head onto the pillow. They froze. Andros crept closer to her and looked down at her in the dark. He smiled. Since she'd already seen them, they couldn't risk leaving her here. She was a good choice anyway, they had already decided on her when they'd entered the house the first time. Her lashes were soft black on pale cheeks, with a few faded smatterings of freckles on her cheekbones. Her lips were full, her lower one trapped between her teeth in sleep. She was a beauty, and he sighed softly. Ustren leaned over his shoulder to see as well.
He gently slipped rope around one slim wrist, and reached under the covers for the other, tying them together. Andros reached under the covers, his hand tracing the small breast and lean belly. Lightly he lifted the waist of her undergarment, and biting his lip, sought. She moaned and woke, her eyelashes fluttering. She looked at them a moment, and as her eyes focused they went wide. She screamed, but it was muffled by Pariel's palm. She bit him, and his eyes went wide, but he made no sound. Blood appeared on her lips around his hand. She was fighting now, kicking and squirming. Andros had already verified that she was a virgin and pulled his hand away. Ustren
pulled his hand out and quickly replaced it with the nearest thing handy, his mithriel belt. It was broad and decorative, but it sufficed to silence her.
His hand was bleeding, and he wrapped it in the end of his tunic. Ustren managed to tie her ankles and with and Andros's help they dragged her across the room and handed her out to the others. Methren and Harlos caught and held her. When Pariel, Andros and Ustren emerged, Andros closed the window and Pariel tore his shirt for a bandage. Ustren pulled his tunic over his head and with some assistance put it on the girl, not minding wearing only his shirt and leggings, so long as he had his bow.
They alighted the roof much the same way, and carried her thus. About a half mile from the house was a stand of thick woods where they had hidden the horses, but Mary didn't know that, and felt herself to be in the hands of what were surely the oddest rapists she'd ever seen. When they neared the woods and she saw them, she renewed her struggles to escape, managing to catch the one with the injured hand in the crotch, or at least the upper thigh. She thought she saw a smirk flicker on the face of another one, but wasn't sure.
Tramping through the woods was surprisingly quiet, even if her legs were getting as scraped on what seemed like every single tree. When they reached the horses, the one with the injured hand re-bandaged his hand properly, glaring at her the while out of the corner of his eye. She glared back from where they'd set her at the base of an oak. After about five minute's rest, the one with the sword walked up and cut the bonds on her feet, hauling her standing by the ones on her hands. She recognized his face as the one who had molested her previously, and brought her knee up, intending to catch him in the crotch. He sidestepped easily, and gave her a smile as her pulled her along. The wet leaves stuck to her bare feet as he drug her to one of the horses.
Quite against her will, he lifted her up by her waist and sat her on the horse, with only a blanket between her and the animal's spine. The horse's hairy sides were warm against her calves, and she rocked back and forth a bit to get her hips comfortable. Andros smiled. He turned to his men. "Let us ride." He announced, and they all rose or appeared from their resting places and mounted. He swung up behind the girl and heeled his mount. The doorway Celeborn and Galadriel were keeping open for their son's bride-hunters was less than a mile to the north.