Hello people, I know, it has been a long time since I updated this fic, but
I had to study for my exams. They finished today, so now I had the time to
write chapter 4. I hope you like it as much as the previous onces. oh yeah,
thanks for the kind reviews I got from you people, it gives me more courage
to write further.
4. my masters servant
My master, I was supposed to call my kidnapper like that, took me to his home nearby Bree. The reason why we went to the inn at first, I do not know, but I didn't bother. The only thing that worried me was the idea that maybe I would never see Estel again. I only met him once, but I liked him. I don't know why, but I guess it was my intuition that told me that. So we arrived after a short time at his home. I have to say, for what he was, it was a big house, it was dark red and had a lot of windows, which I was great full for, nothing is better than the sun and nature light. Also from the inside it took my breath away, the whole house was clean and tidy. I would lie if I said that I didn't like the house, you could see he was richer than I thought and you could see that from the inside and outside.
But I didn't had a long time to admire his house, for he let me work quit hard. He ordered me to get water and let me cook his meal. I must say, cooking was not my best skill, in fact, I never did it, it were my fathers' servants who did it for us, but as I didn't had any excuse, he didn't let me any choice, I had to obey him, and so I did. The meal was nothing big, and I was lucky for it. I wasn't really looking forward to the idea he would punch me again. I made him some bread with cheese I found in his kitchen. I just ate a few cooked eggs I found outside, it was enough to still my hunger.
After he had eaten, he let me get some wood. You must know the forest was quit a few miles from where he lived, so it was a job I was busy with the whole day long. I walked to the forest, got dry wood, walked back, put it next to his house and began again. And so he had al kinds of jobs for me, he made me his servant, if I wanted to or not.
I began to like the jobs he gave, not because they were light, (they were not, believe me) but only because I was alone then with my thoughts and I could think of what I wanted for instance Estel. He never had left my mind and he became the person I would think of in periods I was sad and when it all became to much for me. He became my first thought in the morning when my master woke me up with a shout and my last thought when I lay broken in my bed, crying for what the next day would bring.
And so began my life as my masters' servant. Years passed and I grew older, only with the knowledge I belonged to him and that somewhere outside, there was someone who had cared for me and who had never left my mind for one single day, my only friend, Estel.
4. my masters servant
My master, I was supposed to call my kidnapper like that, took me to his home nearby Bree. The reason why we went to the inn at first, I do not know, but I didn't bother. The only thing that worried me was the idea that maybe I would never see Estel again. I only met him once, but I liked him. I don't know why, but I guess it was my intuition that told me that. So we arrived after a short time at his home. I have to say, for what he was, it was a big house, it was dark red and had a lot of windows, which I was great full for, nothing is better than the sun and nature light. Also from the inside it took my breath away, the whole house was clean and tidy. I would lie if I said that I didn't like the house, you could see he was richer than I thought and you could see that from the inside and outside.
But I didn't had a long time to admire his house, for he let me work quit hard. He ordered me to get water and let me cook his meal. I must say, cooking was not my best skill, in fact, I never did it, it were my fathers' servants who did it for us, but as I didn't had any excuse, he didn't let me any choice, I had to obey him, and so I did. The meal was nothing big, and I was lucky for it. I wasn't really looking forward to the idea he would punch me again. I made him some bread with cheese I found in his kitchen. I just ate a few cooked eggs I found outside, it was enough to still my hunger.
After he had eaten, he let me get some wood. You must know the forest was quit a few miles from where he lived, so it was a job I was busy with the whole day long. I walked to the forest, got dry wood, walked back, put it next to his house and began again. And so he had al kinds of jobs for me, he made me his servant, if I wanted to or not.
I began to like the jobs he gave, not because they were light, (they were not, believe me) but only because I was alone then with my thoughts and I could think of what I wanted for instance Estel. He never had left my mind and he became the person I would think of in periods I was sad and when it all became to much for me. He became my first thought in the morning when my master woke me up with a shout and my last thought when I lay broken in my bed, crying for what the next day would bring.
And so began my life as my masters' servant. Years passed and I grew older, only with the knowledge I belonged to him and that somewhere outside, there was someone who had cared for me and who had never left my mind for one single day, my only friend, Estel.
