Gielan embraced Hanak as she trembled.
"Gielan, Hanak will be fine," Ainulindalë said quietly, her eyes not leaving the door. "I need you to go stall Brilthor, o.k?"
"Why?" He asked alarmed.
"I'll tell you later, but if you want to protect Hanak you'll do it," she replied. He glanced at Hanak and that made up his mind.
"O.k."
"Gielan, when you get back we won't be here. Meet us at the glade," she said as he walked out the door. A faint 'O.K.' was the answer as he disappeared down stairs.
"Hanak," Ainulindalë turned toward her best friend. "We need to get out of here. Come on," she half dragged her to the window. "O.k. Hanak, climb out the window onto that tree."
Hanak absently obeyed and climbed out of the window. She was trembling and terrified but still she managed to get out on the tree.
"Ainulindalë," she whispered. "Look."
"That bastard!" Ainulindalë spat. "He brought reinforcements for just the two of us. Well we best get to the glade."
Ainulindalë jumped from the tree and landed as quietly as possible as did Hanak. Unfortunately they weren't quiet enough and about six elves turned their heads toward them.
"Shit!" They said in unison before they both started running.
"There they are!" A male elf shouted to the rest of his group and they left Brilthor arguing with Gielan.
Hanak and Ainulindalë ran as fast as their legs would carry them into the forest. Through trees, past bushes and over rocks. They were gaining a lot of ground but they weren't gaining it fast enough. They could here their would be captors' shouts behind them as the elves drew closer. They had run for quite some time. Five minutes, ten maybe but to them it had felt like hours. Hours of running for their lives. It was agony, but they kept going.
Just then, an arm wrapped around Ainulindalë's waist.
"No!" She screamed. She struggled to get away.
"My, my Ainulindalë," A male voice said in her ear. "You are strong."
"Ainulindalë?" Hanak shouted behind her as she ran. She had heard her scream.
"Run Hanak! Don't stop running. Don't worry about me. Gielan will meet you!" Ainulindalë shouted as she tried to release the male elf's grip from her waist. His grip tightened painfully.
"Let…me…go!" She struggled and struggled but it was useless.
"Now, my lady, my lord wishes to see his bride to be," the elf said sweetly but she could hear the mocking in his voice. Then, he carried her, struggling, back to Hanak's home where they had left Brilthor and Gielan.
Soon, they had arrived in what felt like seconds, even though their run from the flet had felt like hours. Brilthor had Gielan pinned up against a tree with a sword pointed to his throat.
"Where is she?" Brilthor shouted.
"I do not know who she is!" Gielan shouted back.
"My lord," Ainulindalë's captor interrupted. "We found her but the other one got away."
A terrible, cruel smile filled Brilthor's features.
"So, my love, finally you have returned to me," he said quietly as he walked toward her.
"Don't you ever call me your love," Ainulindalë said through gritted teeth. "EVER!"
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A/N: Hey guys… Finally, eh? Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I've been tied down with school and this weekend was the fair. Anyway… Did you like this one? I'll probably have another up next Sunday. Same goes for Eight Princes. Thanks so much for reviewing! Luv Gia.