Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely reviews. I have finally succeeded in making someone cry, which has been my life long goal. Hope you enjoy this chapter, though I am not quiet sure what it is going to be about. 19 reviews go me!

Chapter Six

As I looked down at the tiny forms of the sleeping gwanûn in my arms, I could not help but smile. They were so sweet and innocent. Quellelhach sorrowful one my little girl was wiggling around trying to find a more comfortable position because her brother had flung his arm over her. Morcalion child of mourning was sleeping soundly; he was such a good baby he hardly ever made a fuss unlike his older sister. A scarlet cord was tied around her wrist so that we could remember who came first.

My head came up as the door opened, the healer walked in then someone followed. Fear gripped at my very soul, it was him. He had come to take my babies away from me. 'Hush, Quellelhach, naneth is here,' I softly cooed in Elvish, trying to calm her down.

'Let me see the child.' Emit's voice froze my very soul. He walked over to the side of my bed and took Quellelhach from my arms. The baby howled, waking her brother from his sleep. 'Have it done away with,' Emit commanded the healer.

'No, no, you cannot kill my child!' Panic was rising in me. How could he be so cruel as to kill an innocent child?

He bent low to me and gave me and evil smile, 'You forget, my dear, it takes two to make a child. They are not only yours but mine also. I have a right to do what I think is best for my own children.' He stood up. 'Take the other one. Bring her too.' With that he strode out of the room, but before he left he turned to me again. 'You wouldn't want your children to be remembered as bastard's, would you?

His last words hit me like a punch to the stomach. It was true, that is what they were and I was nothing more than a whore. I felt someone grab me and force me to my feet. The door opened and I was pushed through it, but my legs would not hold me. I collapsed on the ground and was drug over to where the wild boar was kept.

It did not occur to me what they were going to do until it was to late. I heard the wail over my laes coming from the other side of the pen where some men were. Some little children were throwing stones at the boar to make it angry; it ran about the pen like it was some raug of the underworld.

'No!' I tried to shout, but my voice would not come. It was baug cruel of them to make me watch the gûr death of my children. They threw the babes to the boar it was horrible to watch, but they forced to me look on. It was over there the children of my body lay dagnen slain at the hand of one man, their own father, bauglir [the] tyrant

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I awoke drenched in a cold sweat. Mornie darkness was all around me. All though it had been over fifteen years since the gûr of my children the goroth horror still remained with me. It had been many years since I had experienced that nightmare. I was locked in a horrible band prison with many other Elves; none of us had any hope left in this cruel world. Our master only let us out when our labor was needed.

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The day after the passing of my children I had been taken to market. For many days I waited to be sold, but I was no longer attractive and had little or no energy left in me. I was sold for less than half of what I had originally been brought for, I am sure that this did not set well with Emit. My new master was exceptionally bauglir he took glee in having me whipped daily just to make his children happy. They laughed and scoffed at me, but it no longer had any effect on me.

By this time I had sunk into a state of deep depression. Food no longer held any appeal to me for I was content to suffer and to die. I could barely stand to look at the light of the sun or stars for it reminded me of a time when I had no care in the world. Soon I became so weak that my master sold me, this time it was to a far out place in the country.

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My new master was fair, but he had no use for an Elf who had no will over her own. I wanted to die and be with my children in the Halls of Mandos. He tried to help me out, but I would not do what anyone told me for I was in a state of rebellion against all men. Then when he went off on a business venture his oldest son raped me and then beat me with in an inch of my life. I was then drug me off to a different market somewhere near Gondor.

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For many long days I sat in a cell rotting. No one came to check on me, gave me water, or any type of food. The rats who lived in the cell where my only source of companionship, but even they shunned me when they learned I did not have any food for them.

One day someone came and took me out of the cell. They took scissors to my hair and cut it short; the lice did not bother me anymore. My dark locks fell off my head like wool from a sheep that is being sheered. We passed a mirror on the way to my new cell, my reflection startled me. My face was gaunt, my eyes had a haunted look about them, lines of much toil laced themselves all around my face, and my hair was shorn. None of my family would recognize me now. What family? I thought bitterly.

After a few days of being in my new cell they brought me out and I was sold again at the largest auction yard I have ever seen. There were many other Elves around some of them were in worse condition than I, then some of them were much better. I spotted a iell young woman among us who looked strangely familiar. She had not been in slavery for long you could tell it by the stubborn look she had in her eye.

We were herded out onto the platform like a bunch of cattle up for sale. Somehow the girl and I wound up next to each other. I could barely remember what it had been like to be an innocent and so naive. Hopefully she would not end up with a cruel master such as I had many times. By now I could not even remember all the masters I had previously had. The memory of my children was fading as well as my knowledge of the Elvish language.

'Lathtobeth, Lathtobeth!' I heard the girl say but I did not know to whom she was referring to for I had forgotten my name a long time ago. I had put all memory of my younger days behind me. 'Lathtobeth, it is I.....'

A/N: Sorry it is short, but I like leaving you with these type of cliffhangers. So, who do you think the girl is? She has had a pretty ruff time of it so far. It will get better, I promise.