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

A/N: Only two reviews for the last chapter, I am disappointed in you all. If you don't review I might just have to bring my torture chamber to your house and use it on you. My dog died and now I am mad at the people who did it, so I am going to pretend that Arwen and Aragorn are the ones who purposely drove over my dog. Boy are they going to pay big time.

Chapter Eleven

The sun was setting over the horizon and it was time for us to depart for the inn. Natheild promised his mother that we would come back the next day to have some proper clothes made for me. Gielwen, Natheild's sweetheart gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and gave me a hug, which surprised me very much. As we walked down the street in the dark the world for once seemed to be at peace.

It had been a long time since I had felt like I belonged somewhere. I knew that the only place I could ever truly be happy again was at Nat's side. But, it was not to be, he already had Gielwen waiting for him. She would make him a good wife, not at all like me. Where did all these thoughts come from? I let out a heart felt sigh, he would never love me the way I loved him.

'A penny for your thoughts,' he smiled down at me, laughter raced in his eyes.

The corners of my mouth fought hard against turning up towards a smile. 'Well,' I said, 'I will have to see that penny first.' He laughed at me, but it was not a cruel laugh such as I was use to receiving.

Something was up. I could tell by the way he looked at me. 'In that case... You'll hafta catch me!' Nat took off running down the street. I raced after him, wondering how he could run so fast. It did my heart good to have that run, I cared not what anyone thought, tonight was mine and I intended to live it to the fullest.

I saw Nat turn down a dark alley. Slowly and cautiously I turned the corner, not wanting to run into a band of thugs. 'Nat,' I called, for it was a black as sin in there. 'Nat, are you down there?' For some reason I did not want to take my chances in going down a dark street all by myself without someone to protect me.

Just as I was about to walk away a hand shot out a grabbed me by the waist. The person was much stronger than I was, so it was impossible for me to get away. Whoever it was bent down to kiss me, there was a smell on his breath that I could not identify. Somehow it was familiar, yet no so that I was not filled with fear. I filled my lungs with air and screamed a blood-curling scream, but no one answered.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you, miss,' I felt a cold blade pressed against my throat. Someone hit the dirt in front of me, it was Nat. 'Don't say a word if you want him to live.' The man turned back to his companions. 'Bind their hands, but do not hurt them.'

Whoever it was mounted his horse. 'I will meet you on the outskirts of town. Do not toil, we are hard pressed for time.' The man rode off, leaving Nat and I with his band of thugs. They were not dirty and disgusting like most people I had met, rather they had long hair and fair faces. In the dark I could not see this though, but I could tell that they were more educated than most anyone around.

We finally reached the outside of the city. He was there waiting for us with horses, two extra for Nat and I. Nat was unconscious so they tied him on to the back of one of the horses. The day was catching up with me, tiredness was setting in on me. At one point in the ride I fell of the back of the horse and almost hit the ground. Somehow the leader caught me in time before I reached the ground. He set me in front of him, but I would not sleep there.

The thought of touching him was repulsive. 'Relax, I am not going to hurt you.' His voice was so familiar. It had a calming effect on me, I could not help but lean back on his well muscled chest and drifted into sleep.

When the morning came I found myself wrapped in a warm cloak, next to a small fire. The sun was just creeping over the tops of the trees, it was a beautiful sight. For a moment I had forgotten that I was a prisoner. Nat moaned. It brought me back to reality, I rolled over and found that I was no longer bound, but Nat still was. I tried my best to easy his pain.

'Good morning, milady Lathtobeth,' the voice came from behind me. I looked to see who it was in a clearer light. He was tall and fair, his hair was spun of silver and his eyes were ice blue that held you captivated in their light. Somewhere back in my rusted memory bank I had known him, but I could not recall.... Then it came to me.

I flew into his arms and tears of joy ran down both our faces. To long had I been away from my own people, my father. Celeborn and I stood there for a long time, just soaking in the sun's rays and basking in each other's company. He informed me of all that had been happening in Lorien since my capture, he told me of Elrond coming and taking Arwen back to Rivendell with him. The first time she talked, her first love, or Haldir and all his brother's. We sat there together, completely happy just to sit and not talk at all.

Then Nat awoke and ruined our special time together. 'Get your filthy hands off her!' Yelled Nat, he was extremely angry. 'Don't you dare touch her, you scum. Why don't you untie me and fight me like a man, coward.' At being called a 'coward' Ada got so angry I was afraid. I had never seen him become so mad.

He stood over Nat with his knife in hand. Anger was radiating from him, I could feel it deep within. It was the dangerous kind of anger, the one that is calm and calculating, the one that is smart and cunning, it is not rash with any of its actions. Celeborn bent down and cut Nat's bonds. 'Get up,' Nat lay there, rubbing his sore wrist.

The Elves had not bound us harshly, his wrist could have hardly hurt. 'I said, get up,' he pushed Nat over with his toe.

'I will get up when I am ready,' was Nat's saucy reply. He looked very smug about the whole thing, like he was captor instead of captive.

'No, when I say get up, you will,' Atar hauled him up with one hand. 'You wanted to prove yourself, and now you will. He placed a sword in Nat's hand.' He looked down at it like he did not know what to do with it.

'What do I do with this?'

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When I woke up the next morning my back was throbbing. I knew that it had been broken the day before, but thanks to my Elvish background my body would try to heal its self. Now it should feel as if it was only badly sprained. I tried to sit up, but found that I could not get my legs to respond.

'Ah! So you found out our little secret, uh?' Dethnron chuckled evilly from somewhere over on the other side of the room. 'My son and I have been working on a special potion that will take away all the natural healing ability of the Elves. I see we have finally perfected it.' I gasped, how could they do that?

Lionel walked in to my prison, 'I see it worked.' There was a smugness in his voice, like one who had run a great race and came in second. It stung my pride to admit defeat. 'Hear is a little something to ease the pain.' He tried to give me something to drink, but I would not accept it.

'Open your mouth, or I shall do it for you,' bellowed Dethnron. I meekly did what he had commanded, not wanting to suffer anymore than was possible. 'See, she can be reasonable when given the chance.' He walked out leaving me alone with his horrible son.

I was desperate to know what foul drink I had been given. Even if I had wanted to spit it back out I do not think my back could have handled it. 'Do you wish to know what you were made to drink?' It was as if he could tell what I was thinking. 'It is a poison made from a certain type of berry that only grows around these parts. When you eat the berry you become a slave to the person's will you hate most. In this case I have perfected it to where you will fall will to whoever so desires to take control over you.' Even now I can see pure evil come over his face. Suddenly my back was healed.

'Feel better, my sweet? Yes, I do not want you to suffer until you are bad. Come here.' My mind was shouting at me to stop, but my feet would not obey the commands I was trying to send. 'That is a good girl. Now, Lionel won't hurt you if you do what he ask of you.' He drew me passionately to his side and kissed me. I did not kiss him back. 'I did not want to make you do this, but it seems that I must. You will kiss me,' again our lips locked. My hands felt to find his dagger. 'That is much better, you will learn to love me.'

'No learning is required, my lord,' I kissed him again and plunged the dagger deep within his heart. 'For I will never need to.' I twisted it a couple times and watched him writh in agony.

'How could you do this to me?' He took a deep breath with every word he said. Blood was starting to come out of his mouth.

'Very easily, just like this,' I thrust the dagger deep within to his body then pulled it out, very slowly to inflict the most pain I possible could. 'Thanks for helping my back,' by now he was dead.

I could not stay for long, I had to find some way to get out. Quietly I opened the door and ran fleetly up the steps. First making sure no one was looking I ran to the next cell, Aragorn was in there. My heart leapt to my throat. He was covered in blood and needed serious medical attention, but what could I do?

Reply to the Reviewers:

steph- Don't you just feel so sorry for them. They have to endure so much pain and suffering at my hands, it makes my life seem simple. My poor puppy got ran over on purpose. I am going to have whoever did it read this story, then do to them what I do to the characters.

Tbiris- I am sorry that I scare you. At times I even scare myself. At night whenever I have to go all the way downstairs to get a drink or something I think a warg or Orc is going to jump out of the shadows and eat me. My basement it the creepiest in the world. Gollum could live down there with no problem at all, it freaks me out.

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