Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 3: Dreams
She swung around looking every which way, lost. The trees were tall and let little light to the surface, all was silent. The child looked around frantically trying to remember why she was here. Turning she saw him, a man, tall with long dark hair pulled back from his face by a leather cord, a circlet of worked silver and gold rested on his high forehead, he had a sharply angled face that looked as if it had been carved from granite, beautiful but hard. The man was wielding a long sword that dripped with black blood as he fought. Orc's were everywhere, the man was yelling, yelling something to her, but she could not hear it. Then it happened, a loud whoosh and the sound came, the clang of sword on sword, a woman scream, and the man's voice.
"Un yiana, Lalanth! Un yiana!"
The child looked at him, the look of fear on his face. The language was foreign to her ear but her heart knew the meaning.
"Run, Lalanth! Run!" the man had said. She turned and ran as fast as her short child legs and long silk skirt would allow.
"Un sa yiana, lay Omerath!" The man's voice rang clear above the din.
"Run swiftly my daughter!" the child's heart told her.
Turning back towards the man the child cried out, "Eura!" "Father!" it meant. Tears clouded the girl's eyes.
The man called out again, "Mü intaria ymarò shouli lay Omerath!" "I love you my daughter!" Behind him an Orc raised its sword and with one swift motion cut the man's neck. The man did have time to react. His head rolled forward landing on the ground rolling till it stopped just before the child's feet, tipping forward until the silver and gold circlet fell from his head landing with a thud at the girl's feet, staring with wide eyes and slack jaws. The mouth of the severed head began to move, no sound came out, the girl screamed.
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Anánia woke with a start, the feeling of something warm and wet, yet soft on her back. Frightened Anánia tried to jump out of bed, but the pain in her back was too much, she lay back down with a groan. The room was too bright to be hers and the bed too soft; Anánia turned her head so that she could see where she was.
"Be still girl, no harm will come to you," said a melodious male voice. Anánia stilled instantly. The voice was familiar, slowly turning her head to the other side; Anánia almost did not want to know if her suspicions were true. There he was cloth in hand sitting on the bed next to her, long blonde hair shone in the soft morning sun that came in through large windows, his dark blue eyes regarded her a hint of tightness from worry marred his face.
"My Lord!" Anánia squeaked as she quickly rolled away from the prince, ignoring the pain of her back as the wounds were being reopened by the sudden movement. Quickly, as soon as her feet hit the ground, she went into a crouch, with her left hand in a fist placed over her heart and her right pressed palms down on the floor, eyes fixed on the ground in front of her, the position proper for a low servant when in front of royalty.
"Your command is my life, My Lord," She said, as was also proper.
Legolas sighed; he had hoped it would not have come to this. Looking at the girl crouching on the other side of the bed, back bleeding with freshly opened wounds, he could not help but feel sorry for her, and guilty. 'This was no life a person, especially not of Men. Their lives are so short as it is' he thought. Legolas had see a sadness in her eyes the night before, a sad hauntedness that started to haunt him, made him question what was he doing, why was she here? Shaking his head to rid him of such thoughts Legolas spoke quietly to the girl.
"Please get up," said Legolas gently.
"My Lord, I can not, that is punishment." Anánia answered as she had been taught.
"I will not punish you," answered Legolas s trying to sooth the girls frowning over the words. He looked at Halidar who was sitting with his elbows on his knees on a chair at the foot of the bed. Legolas's eyes pleading for help.
"What is your name?" Halidar asked looking at the girl.
"Anánia,." Anánia answered. Her eyes widened at the sound of a second male voice and she raised her eyes but the gaze did not go beyond Halidar's boots. He did not think that she had known he was there.
"Anánia," Halidar said soothingly, "Why do you disobey a direct order from your Prince?"
" 'Tis punishment to do what he asks." She answered dropping her eyes to the ground, and squeezing them shut, trying desperately to block out the pain in her back.
"Anánia, do you know who I am?" asked Halidar.
"Yes," she answered her voice shaky. "You are the personal servant of the Prince, Second of the High servants."
"As second of the high servant I promise you no harm will come to you. Now please stand so that your wounds may be dressed." Halidar pleaded.
Anánia stood slowly, very aware of the pain on her back and the trickle of blood that slowly made a narrow red path down her back, continuing slowly over her buttocks and dripped off the slight curve, spattering on the beautifully polished oak wood floor. Head down, she kept her eyes on the floor and hands by her side. She was suddenly aware of just how naked she was, and the eyes of the two elves regarding her.
A/N: I am posting this chapter unfinished due to an incredibly rude and immature review that I got for not posting after only a month. I'm sorry my life is to busy to post regularly, but I will not stand to have any more rude reviews of this nature. I write and post when it is convenient for me to do so, and for this I apologize.