A/N: I hope you like and It took me forever….
"My aren't we feisty?" Brilthor said mockingly. She spat in his face and he struck her. "Do it again and the punishment will be much worse."
"I can take any pain you force upon me but I will never be your bride," she vowed coldly and levelly.
"On the contrary," he snorted. "We will go back to Danorn."
"I will go nowhere with you!" She said fearing the worse.
"I believe you will," he said with a tone of finality.
Ainulindale opened her mouth to protest when a hard object came down hard on the back of her head and she was out cold.
"Excellent. Her mindless chatter was annoying me. Put her on my horse. She'll ride in front of me in case she wakes and tries to get away," Brilthor sneered.
"Yes, my lord," the elf that held, the now lifeless, Ainulindalë. He unceremoniously placed her on the horse.
Brilthor got up behind her and they rode toward Danorn in the dead of night.
* * *
"Hanak!" Gielan shouted as he ran through the trees. Hanak was sitting in the glade, tears streaming down her face at the fate of her best friend. She turned to where Gielan had called.
"Gielan!" Hanak said as he burst into the glade. "Oh, Gielan! They took her. Gielan, they got her!"
"Calm down," he cooed as she sobbed into his shoulder. "They got who?"
"Ainulindalë!!"
"Was that why Brilthor was yelling at me?" He asked. "Wait… Was Riordan, Ainulindale?"
"Yeah," she sniffed. "Now he has her! He's going to force her to marry him some how!"
"She will be fine. You know Ainulindale, she willn't go down without a fight."
* * *
"I hate you! Why would you bring me here? I absolutely refuse to marry you!" Ainulindalë shouted at Brilthor, who was ordering food and drink for his lovely wife to be and himself.
"I believe you will after the wedding present I've gotten you," he sneered.
"What do you mean 'wedding present'," she asked eyeing him suspiciously.
"All in due course, my dear. First we must take care of a certain woodland prince you so easily spread your legs for," he said off-handed as if it were expected for her to do so, as if it were second nature for her to do so. She glared at him with deep-seated contempt.
"How dare you!" She stood and struck him across the face, he grabbed her by the wrist and twisted. This brought her to the ground on her knees, whimpering.
"Don't do that. It annoys me," he said as if not fazed by the blow. "You will go to him and break his royal heart."
"I will do nothing of the sort!"
"If you value Hanak and Gielan's lives, you will."
The colour drained from Ainulindalë's face. That had hit home.
"You wouldn't," she breathed.
"Oh but I will if you don't do it. What are they to me but-?"
"Innocent lives," she interjected.
"Nothing," he finished.
* * *
"She should be back by now," Legolas sighed to Iriador. He was sitting on the windowsill of the kitchen with his chin resting on one knee.
"She is fine, Leaf," Iriador said as she kneaded some bread dough.
"I hope so," he said returning his gaze to the window.
* * *
"You vile, evil, heartless son of a bitch!" Ainulindalë shouted.
"You have a decision to make. Eternal friendship or love," he said as he left her. She made to follow but the door was slammed in her face. She pounded on it with her fists, screaming to be let out of her damned gilded cage and cursing the day Brilthor was born.
Eventually, Ainulindale gave up her futile battle with the locked door. She sank to the floor, sobbing in despair. 'What choice do I have?' She thought. 'I have to leave Legolas. I cannot let two innocent elves die for the sake of my lust.' Ainulindale cried herself to sleep on the cold floor of her locked room. Her dreams were troubled and of Legolas holding a mysterious child.
The clicking of a lock woke her in the early morning hours. It would have been beautiful if she woke in Legolas's arms, but she woke in a bed that was not her own.
"Damn you, Brilthor! Damn you!" She shouted to the ceiling.
"Not exactly what I expected from my betrothed," he said coldly.
"Then you overestimated what you will receive from me," she answered just as coldly.
"Have you come to a decision?"
"I cannot let two elves die even though I do love Legolas," she answered forlornly.
"You're too soft-hearted," he sneered. "But you will ride out today. Say your farewell to your beloved prince and return immediately. You know what's at stake if you do not come back. An escort will go with you in case you fell the need to go warn Gielan and Hanak."
"I hate you," Ainulindalë said as she pulled her cloak around her shoulders, she was still in Legolas's clothes. She strapped his sword to her waist and was just about to leave when Brilthor seized her around the waist and kissed her roughly. She hit him. "Asshole!"
* * *
Ainulindalë rode toward the palace of Mirkwood quickly. Her knuckles were white with the grip she had on her horse's reins. The wind whipped her light hair about. She hated having an escort. She hated going back with such a heavy thing weighing on her. But, nevertheless, she arrived close to nightfall. She leapt off her horse and dashed up the front steps. She ran into the palace ignoring the shouts of the guards.
"Legolas?" She shouted. Just as Legolas stepped out into the corridor, two guards grabbed Ainulindalë.
"Sorry about this highness," said one as they began to pull her away.
"No, please, let her go," Legolas said gently. They silently obeyed and the second she was released, she rushed into Legolas's arms.
The pair kissed as their lips hungrily met. The two only parted to gasp for breath, before resuming. After a moment, Ainulindalë broke the kiss.
"I need to talk to you," she said sadly.
"What's wrong?"
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A/N: I know this took forever and I'm really sorry to those of you who have been reading this…. Well, I hope you like… I'll try to have more up tomorrow night… Thanks for reading and please review… Luv Gia