All right--getting down to business now!!!
Chapter 12--Taken
Arwen had been sitting at Aragorn's side for hours clutching his hand in hers. He had stopped thrashing and screaming, but showed no signs of awakening. She was so weary, despite her best intentions to stay awake. She slowly drifted towards sleep. She vaguely heard someone collapse to the floor before a deep, dreamless sleep claimed her.
Arwen woke slowly to find herself laying on a large bed in an unfamiliar room. She sat up and looked around her. "What has happened?" she whispered.
A door opened and closed as someone entered. "I claimed my prize, my lovely queen, welcome to your new home. I am sure you will be very comfortable here," a all to familiar voice said.
"Darrin!! How dare you!" Arwen said. "Why have you taken me?"
"Because it will bring pain to those close to you. By the way I fear your messenger never reached Xandir. He had a fatal accident. Do not worry though. Sandi has a nice comfortable room here as well," Darrin said. "Your guards were easy to send into slumber with my magic when they awake they will find no trace of you."
"Bastard! What have you done to my daughter?!" Arwen demanded.
Darrin shook his head. "Your language is unsuited to a lady, my beautiful slave queen. I have done nothing to your daughter that I have not all ready done, but now I must prepare you as well," he said and started toward her.
Arwen scrambled from the bed. "Stay back!! I will kill you if you touch me!!" she warned. She thought of the life growing within her. She had to protect their unborn child, no matter what the cost to her.
"How do you plan to kill me, sweet?" he asked. "You have no weapons and you do not even know where you are."
Arwen snatched a wash basin off a table and threw it at Darrin with all her might. Her aim was good and it hit the mage in the forehead before shattering on the floor.
Blood trickled from the wound as Darrin staggered back, but he didn't fall. He glared at her. "You will beg forgiveness on your knees at my feet for this, my dear," he warned and left the room.
Arwen heard the door lock then slumped to the floor in relief. She was safe for now, but she knew it wouldn't last for long. She got up and hurried over to the broken glass. She tore a strip of cloth from the hem of her gown and wrapped it around the base of a glass shard so it wouldn't cut her hand. It was a crude dagger, but she figured it was better then no weapon at all.
The door opened all to soon and two guards entered. "You are to come with us, please do not fight and it will go easier on you," one said and reached for her.
"I will not go without a struggle!!" Arwen retorted defiantly. She promptly cut his arm from elbow to wrist with the glass.
The guard let out a yell of pain and jerked back. "Half-Breed bitch!!" he snarled.
"Try that again and I will show you how much a bitch I can be!" Arwen shot back.
This time both guards lunged at her. She managed to wound one again before the glass was knocked form her hand and shattered on the floor. The guards seized her and dragged her from the room. She was taken down two flights of stone steps and into a room that looked like a conjuring room like the one in Xandir.
Darrin was there and kneeling at his feet was---"Sandi!!" Arwen screamed. Her daughter did not react to her at all. "What did you to her?!"
"A stronger spell of binding, she is mine in mind, spirit and body, my every wish is her command," Darrin said. He stroked Sandi's hair possessively and she leaned into the caress like a cat. "Soon you will feel the same way. Strip her and secure her to the alter," he ordered.
Gleefully the guards obeyed. Arwen struggled but all to soon she was nude before them. Darrin's eyes dropped down her body then he nodded. Arwen was lifted onto the alter despite her struggles and chained to the cold stone. A gesture from Darrin and the guards left the chamber.
Darrin went to the altar. "Do not fret, lovely Arwen, it will be over quickly and the pain will be brief," he said. He ran his hand down her body. He picked up a dagger and slashed his hand allowing blood to collect in a bowl. Using his blood he drew symbols on Arwen's forehead and over her heart then chanted.
Pain swept through Arwen's body and she screamed then the spell took her. She was released from the chains and immediately she knelt at her new master's feet…..
Little dark I know--please R/R!!!