Disclaimer: See previous chapters. This story is AU just to remind you.

A/N: Wow! Four reviews for one chapter I am pleased! This chapter is going to be happy/sad chapter. Mostly about I don't know what. Just read and you will find out along with me as I type.

Yeah! I just won 3 free cell games in a row. Go me! Okay, on with the story. Does anyone read this junk I write up here, or just the story? Make that six games. I am addicted, what can I say?

Oh, the thing about him being Aragorn. You will just have to wait and see what happens. Patience is a virtue. One that I do not posses.

Silver Elf- Yes, very nice names. Only problem is that I already named them. I will keep them in mind for another story I might be writing though. Yep! You better go work on your story. I want to see the end of it some day.

~*elvish princess*~ -Sorry, it was Arwen. So very sorry. *whips out a Kleenex box* Here go ahead and cry. Make my day!

tbiris- I haven't finished reading the Simarillion yet either. What I have read has been really good though. My mom threw my copy away. Well, she lost it and I can't find it. Just wait to see who Aragorn really is in this story. You're close, but not quiet on track yet. I was playing around with that idea when I wrote it though.

Chapter Eight

Finally all my tears were spent and I was worn out from all my pathetic crying. Even though I was done with my weeping Natheild still held me close in his arms. For the first time in many years I truly felt safe and loved.

'Are you better now, melanin*?' He rested his head atop of mine and caressed my hair. I could not move it was a like a good dream that you do not want to wake from. If I were to move it would all go away.

I could not allow myself to fall in-love with a mortal. Just as he was bringing his head down to say something I brought mine up suddenly. Natheild's chin met with my head. 'Oh! I am so sorry, master. I did not mean to do that. It was an accident. Can I get you anything?' Purposely or perhaps just out of force of habit I slipped back into my roll as a slave.

'No, I am fine, just a sore chin.' He rubbed his chin and gave me a strange look that I did not understand. Then I realized that I had been staring at him. I quickly lowered my eyes and kept my head down to avoid his intense look.

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Meanwhile Arwen was not having such a good time of it. Her new master was not a particularly nice man, but not the worst she could have ended up with. But the man's sons were renowned for wanting to have their way with the pretty she-elves their father brought home from the market. She could hardly stand to talk about it when I asked her about it for the first time. Now through many years of therapy and the healing skills of Lord Elrond Arwen is finally able to tell me about and now she is able to tell you.

It was a horrible journey to my first master's house. Hours of walking along a dusty road being pulled behind a luxurious coach tied by my hands and made to keep up with the horses. Never had I been treated so horribly. Every step I took my feet cried out for me to stop, but unless I wanted to be drug along the ground I could not stop. My mouth was parched for I had not had a drink since the morning before I met with my aunt in the market.

Inside the coach I could hear my new people laughing and having a gay time of it, they liked to look out at my suffering and throw nasty comments and questions at me. I would not let myself get angry on the surface, but inside I was boiling over with contempt for them. My hatred for them was what kept me going in the end. If they had not been so mean to me I would have given up in no time at all, but their spite gave me such a burst of energy that I was never felt the likes of it again.

We stopped at a small town for the night. They all got rooms for the night, but I was left tied to the wagon like a mongrel dog that they could not take inside. I was given neither food nor water to fill my stomach and heal my parched mouth. As I lay down to go to sleep that night was had naught but my clothes to cover me, and the season was not that of summer and the nights were turning cold. For my pillow I found a fair sized stone and wrapped my arms around it and made do with what I had.

As I looked up at the giliath* tears sprung to my eyes. I could not help but think of the many times I had lain under the canopy of Mallorn trees with my grandmother looking up at the brightest star, Eärendil, and of her telling me of its history. Now as I lay on the ground, cold and alone, I looked up to Eärendil. He was my father's father. Maybe if he could see me and was crying along with me in my sorrow. These types of thought helped to comfort me. I eventually fell asleep until morn came.

When it finally came I was awoke by a sharp kick in my side. As my eyes focused I saw my new master standing over me with a displeased look on his face, he looked very stern. Quickly I lowered my eyes, and stood before him. 'You learn quickly. That is a good thing, my sons will be very pleased with you. Look at me.' I kept my head lowered, I would not take orders from this type of man. 'I said look at me,' he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. When he did he stared at me, so I stared back. Soon he let me go for he could not look me in the eye for long.

As he turned to walk away I let my guard down. He turned and struck the base of my spine and I was rendered unconscious immediately. It was a pleasant way to travel, being unconscious I did not have to live in the nightmare world I was currently forced to endure.

When I finally awoke I found myself in a nicely furnished bedroom. It had a very masculine touch to it, but it spoke of touch that only a woman could achieve. Now that I had observed the room I tried to get up, but found that I was tied to the bed by a strong cord. My arms were at my sides and my feet were tied together at the foot of the bed. It did me no good to struggle, the cord would only cut deeper into my flesh. As I lay there the sun must have been going down for the room suddenly became darker and the walls seemed to close in on me. I had never liked closed rooms and was used to the open talan such as I was accustom to in Lorien.

The door creaked slowly open and the form of a man filled the frame. His shadow passed over me and a cold sweet was on my brow. He came over to where I was tied up to what was obviously his bed. By the time he reached me I could smell the sent of liquor on his breath. Its pungent stench almost choked me. Lionel, as I soon learned his name was leaned down close to my face, I tried to move my head, but he would not let me.

Soon his foul lips were upon my neck, then my cheek, and finally he found my mouth. I could not move in any direction and he would have been to strong for me even if I had not been tied up. As soon as he tried to kiss me again I bit down hard on his tongue and spit in his eye, not caring what they might do to me if I did.

'Ahhh!' Smack! My head whipped to the side, my neck snapped as it did. 'Don't you fight me you little...' He was cut off by someone entering the room. It was a young man, no more than twenty at the most. 'Wha' ya' want? Cain't you see that I is busy here?'

'I heard someone struggling and I thought to be of assistance.' He turned and looked at me, he had the kindest grey eyes you could wish to see. 'Is that the new Elf father brought home, Lionel?' He pitied me, I could see it in his eyes.

'Yeah, but it ain't yor turn yit. So git!' Lionel spat at his little brother. 'Go find yourself a different whore, this one here is mine. Thought you was to good to do it though, Aragorn. Think you all high and mighty gonna be the next King of Gondor. Jist 'cause you is one of them no good dirty Dúnedan.'

'That is correct. I am not interested in taking her to bed as you are. Just so that you know, I have no interest in being the next King of Gondor. I do not want that power, I have never wanted it. But I do not wish to see such a pretty thing go to waste. Release her.'

'What did you say? You cain't tell me what to do, you little bastard. Jist 'cause you are smarter than me you cain't tell me what I cain or cain't do.' With that Lionel charged Aragorn, I could not bear to watch him get beat up for my sake, but I could help but watch.

Lionel lumbered his way over to where Aragorn was standing, the liquor was not helping him out in this situation. Aragorn deftly dodged all of Lionel's powerful blows, and got a few in himself while escaping unscathed. 'Come here, you little rat. I will smash you like a bug! You cain't beat me. Quiet your runnin' 'round and I will stomp on you.'

'I am over here, Lionel,' Aragorn leaned against the wall and gave a little smirk in my direction and showed he had a little to much confidence. As he was smiling at me Lionel brought a chair down over his head and Aragorn was rendered unconscious. I could not help but scream.

My scream brought a group of people running into the room. When they saw Aragorn laying on the floor they asked Lionel what had happened. He told them that Aragorn had tried to rape me. He said that he had tried to help me, but that Aragorn had attacked him and them he was able to hit him over the head.

'No!' I could not help but cry out. This Aragorn had tried to help me, I could not let him be punished for what his foster brother did. They all looked over at me. 'No, it is not so. He did not try to help me. It is the other way around.'

'Are you gonna take the word of an Elf over your own son?' Cried Lionel, 'They are in league together. He must have told her to say that. You know he has always hated me for no reason! She is trying to protect him.'

*Melanin- my love
*Giliath- stars (literally "host of stars")
*Talan- wooden platform built around the trees

A/N: Remember, Lionel was drunk. I do know how to spell can and can't, don't worry. Here is another chapter. Hope it meets your expectations.