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Tbiris- Hum, I don't know who is going to help him. Good guess, but I don't think so. Pretty sure that Nat won't die, or Beth will be in big trouble by me, I like him!

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Lady Aniviel- How could I possibly let Celeborn kill him? That is what everyone wants to know. I guess that you will just have to read to find out. lol!

A/N: Only three people! Oh my, must get this to be a very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY, VERY! Good chapter to get more people interested. Sorry about the wait for the update. I am very busy moving and packing not to mention trying to do homeschooling by myself. Yeah, my life is a little bit busy.

Chapter Twelve

Nat looked down at the sword Ada had thrust into his hand. He looked so bewildered; I did not know what I should do. 'Ada?' He turned to me, and smiled.

Celeborn answered me in Elvish, 'Yes, iel-nin? You do not wish for me to hurt him do you?' His gaze seemed to see though my very soul. 'It is not wise for you to be in this mortal's company, he is nothing but filth.' He spat as he said the word mortal.

Natheild lifted his head, a fire was burning within the deep orbs of his eyes, I could only pray that he would not do anything foolish. 'The hospitality of the Elves is famous, but yet I have experienced none. Do not be fooled, I understand your language.' It surprise my Ada and I both when we heard Nat speak in the beautiful Silvian language.

Ada took a step towards Nat, looking strait at him; Nat would not be intimidated and looked him strait back in the eye. I can remember trying to win a battle of wills against my father as a young child, but he always seemed to win. This was one time I hoped that he would not. 'You will fight me.' His voice had an icy hint to it.

Nat dropped his sword. 'I will not fight.' His arms hung limp to his sides, it was as if he did not care if he were to live or die.

'Pick up your sword boy, and fight.' This simply enraged my Atar, I did not wish to see him kill Nat, or get hurt. The Elves still lived by the old rules of chivalry and honor. For someone to refuse to fight was like a slap in the face to any male Elf.

'No, I will not fight you. You have nothing to prove to me, and I have nothing to prove to you.' Still Nat stood his ground. My Ada raised his sword preparing to sever Nat in two, I could not help but watch. Nat did not move at all and I waited in breathless anticipation as the two edged sword came down. He did not flinch as it approached his head. Suddenly right before the blade had touched a hair on his head Ada lowered.

He gave Nat a long and hard look. 'You have proven yourself more worthy than any mortal I have ever encountered. I name you Elf-friend. You will be welcome in the Golden Wood anytime you wish.'

'Thank you, I am deeply gratified, Lord Teleporno.' He bowed deeply. I had never heard my Adar referred to by such a name.

'You are most welcome, Natheild. But I ask of you only one thing. Where did you hear such a name, for none now remember the one who went by that name, save a few. An edain son would not know of such things. I deem that you have elf blood flowing through your veins.'

Natheild simply nodded his head. 'My mother has told my sister and I many tales of the Golden Wood, she knew you once a very long time ago.' A smile crept onto his impish face.

'Well, young master, pray tell me who be this lovely woman that knew me by such a name. How did she come to know of it?'

'Her name is Emerië. Ammë never told me of herself, but she said she was once the princess of the Greenwood. Do you know her?' Ada's face suddenly went very white. It occurred to me that he probably did since she had been the heir to Thranduil's kingdom. I could not help but wonder what had happened to Prince Legolas, if he was still free or if he had been taken at some later date.

Ada closed his eyes, a very rare thing for an elf to do except when in great shock or pain. I put my arms around him and tried my best to comfort him. 'Ada, please, talk to me. I do not like to see you suffer so.'

'Emerië, she still lives, yet you are her son. You are no elf but your mother is. Did she-' All Nat had to do was nod his head once. 'Thranduil will be pleased to hear that his daughter is alive, but it will not help matters now that she has pledged her live to a mortal.' Celeborn curse and struck the ground with his fist.

I looked around and there was no possible way that I was going to be able to get Aragorn out of that filthy hole without some type of help. There was a soft voice from a cell near by. 'I can help you carry him out if you will only set me free.'

It was a hard decision to make. I was not sure if I could trust the soft voice coming from the next cell down. The voice sounded familiar, but I could not place it. 'Are you elf-kind or mortal?'

'Does it matter right now? You do not wish to be caught and I wish to be free. After I help you I shall leave you to travel wherever you please. Just get me out of here.' True, I did not want to be caught and hoped to get out of here as fast as I could. 'Your friend will surely die if you do not let me out of here. His blood will be on your head!'

Quickly I yanked the key from the lock and fumbled to find the correct one to free my helper. After going through almost every key on the ring I found the correct one. 'Hurry, someone approaches.' Just as I unlocked the door Lionel's father came walking down the cellblock. I seemed to freeze. My helper pulled me into his cell and closed the door, but not all the way. He pushed me to the back of his cell where there was not much light.

I could hear Dethnron stop at my cell, then he laughed. This caused me to suppose that he thought Lionel was having his way with me. Well, it seems that it was the other way around now. He banged on Aragorn's cell, satisfied that he was dead, or at least unconscious. When he came by the cell I was hiding in I shrunk back into the shadows and let him pass. Dethnron did not seem to care about the other prisoners as much as he did Aragorn and I. I could not help but wonder why.

When he finally passed and closed the door behind him. My helper and I quietly stole out of his cell and locked it back up. Aragorn was still unconscious when we reached him. My helper picked him so effortlessly, as if he weighed no more than a small child. When we reached the light I could not believe who my helper was. It couldn't be....

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When I heard who the new prisoner was I could not help but laugh to myself. Arwen had always hated me. That cocky little half-elf thought she was better than me because her family had never had anyone taken as a slave. Well, she thought no one knew that her mother's sister had been taken when she was only a small child. Another one of those not so well hidden secrets.

It served her right to be tormented here in prison. My nature in naturally peace loving, but I could bear no love towards Arwen Undomiel. The taunts she used on me when I was a child still come back to haunt me at night, they scared me more than anyone realized at the time.

The only reason I help her is because the other prisoner, Aragorn I believe his name is, could possibly die if I do not help her now. Also it will leave me free to make my way back to my home after we escape from this dreadful place. She threw the door back, it would have hit with a bang, but my hand stopped it before it could clang and make a noise. In the dark I glare at Arwen, but she has her back turned to me so she cannot see it.

When I saw the condition that the man I in, it made my heart leap up into my throat. Never in all my long years had I ever seen anyone in such a horrible condition. I could not help but think: What if my sister is in this place and I do not even know it? This thought gave me an idea. Once we got Aragorn out into the light we would hide him and come back for the others.

Besides helping them to be freed it would mask our tracks. With so many tracks going different directions it would be hard to tell one from another. Aragorn weighed no more than a small child because of all the blood he had lost. He lay limp in my arms as I carried him out of that horrible place.

As soon as I stepped into the light and Arwen got a good look at me, she gasped. It gave me a thrill to think that I scared her at least a little bit. Good, then she will help me do whatever I would please. My only other thought was that of freeing everyone else in the prison. I did not care if they were of elf-kind or mortal, no living thing should have to live in such conditions.

A/N: Hello, hope that you all liked this chapter. This is fun to write. Should I up the rating because of all the abuse and stuff like that? Thanks for the great reviews. Even if you have something critical to say it is good because that helps me to see what I need to work on. Okay, please tell me what you think!