The heavy chest was dropped with a thud, and Arwen heard raucous laughter
at her expense. They had been traveling for hours, and she was very tired
and cramped. This was no way that a elf princess should travel, and
especially not she. She ran her slender hand over the splintered wood of
her prison, an old, creaky wooden chest. She had heard from the
conversations of her jailer that she was headed for the old Dwarf Mines of
Moria. At this she was frightened, for Moria was said to have great evil,
that no man or elf warrior could conquer. Arwen felt the jerk of the chest
being lifted again, and sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
Liothen smiled at her reflection, and then turned away from the mirror. That little brat, Arwen, always trying to be so perfect, so horrible. Ugh!! To bad we couldn't just kill her, and get it over with, but her father had a moon mirror that told if anyone he loved or cared for was dead or dying, and the whole plan would go to waste if she was supposed to be dead and then wasn't. She left her quarters and made her way to Arwen's room. Opening the door, she saw that the maid had been in and made the bed. All of Arwen's clothes were hung in the closet and the cherry wood floors sparkled with the scented oil polish that the maids used. She sighed, this plan was definitely going to work. There was a rap in the door and she bid the messenger to come in. "Lady Arwen, your father wishes your presence in the great hall." Liothen smiled, the disguise had worked with the messenger, now all she had to do was fool her "father", "Tell him that I will be there momentarily, I will be right down."
Several hours later, Arwen awoke, and, forgetting for a second where she was, sat up and hit her head. She sat rubbing it thoughtfully, and looked up to see that the top of the case being lifted off and then an ugly elf lord's face leering down at her hungrily. The quick thought of rescue was swiftly snubbed when the man threw her a coarse dress and she realized she was still wrapped in the elfish blanket. The elf said, "Put this on, now, and then you can sleep, we rest here tonight." Then he stomped off towards the camp that they had made, leaving Arwen with the guards to change. At this Arwen had a severe fear of being raped by such men, but that fear was uneasily put to rest when the men turned and faced away while she changed. The Elf Lord came back with a torch, and in the new light she saw that he was one of her father's advisors, one that she had never trusted. He harshly grasped her arm, and then pulled her to the camp. Sitting her down, he fastened shackles around her legs, and then around her arms, Arwen felt the cold unfriendly metal against her skin, and glanced up, the chains rattling as she tested them. She wondered what they were going to do with her. "We are now half way between Moria and Rivendell, we made very good time, and they," he spat at the mention of the Elves in Rivenedell, " don't event suspect that you are missing. You are out of reach for those who would know the difference, they are already taken care of, and there is no shelter around for you to hide in." at the last statement, Arwen let out an involuntary shudder. *what will become of me?* she wondered. The Elf Lord looked down on her, " I don't know why we even chain you up, it isn't like there is any way that you could get away. I leave you to your sleep, tomorrow, we find horses, and we ride to Moria.
Liothen smiled at her reflection, and then turned away from the mirror. That little brat, Arwen, always trying to be so perfect, so horrible. Ugh!! To bad we couldn't just kill her, and get it over with, but her father had a moon mirror that told if anyone he loved or cared for was dead or dying, and the whole plan would go to waste if she was supposed to be dead and then wasn't. She left her quarters and made her way to Arwen's room. Opening the door, she saw that the maid had been in and made the bed. All of Arwen's clothes were hung in the closet and the cherry wood floors sparkled with the scented oil polish that the maids used. She sighed, this plan was definitely going to work. There was a rap in the door and she bid the messenger to come in. "Lady Arwen, your father wishes your presence in the great hall." Liothen smiled, the disguise had worked with the messenger, now all she had to do was fool her "father", "Tell him that I will be there momentarily, I will be right down."
Several hours later, Arwen awoke, and, forgetting for a second where she was, sat up and hit her head. She sat rubbing it thoughtfully, and looked up to see that the top of the case being lifted off and then an ugly elf lord's face leering down at her hungrily. The quick thought of rescue was swiftly snubbed when the man threw her a coarse dress and she realized she was still wrapped in the elfish blanket. The elf said, "Put this on, now, and then you can sleep, we rest here tonight." Then he stomped off towards the camp that they had made, leaving Arwen with the guards to change. At this Arwen had a severe fear of being raped by such men, but that fear was uneasily put to rest when the men turned and faced away while she changed. The Elf Lord came back with a torch, and in the new light she saw that he was one of her father's advisors, one that she had never trusted. He harshly grasped her arm, and then pulled her to the camp. Sitting her down, he fastened shackles around her legs, and then around her arms, Arwen felt the cold unfriendly metal against her skin, and glanced up, the chains rattling as she tested them. She wondered what they were going to do with her. "We are now half way between Moria and Rivendell, we made very good time, and they," he spat at the mention of the Elves in Rivenedell, " don't event suspect that you are missing. You are out of reach for those who would know the difference, they are already taken care of, and there is no shelter around for you to hide in." at the last statement, Arwen let out an involuntary shudder. *what will become of me?* she wondered. The Elf Lord looked down on her, " I don't know why we even chain you up, it isn't like there is any way that you could get away. I leave you to your sleep, tomorrow, we find horses, and we ride to Moria.