Haldir Speaks-
My eyes wandered back and forth from the duke to Eomer. This was bigger than anything I have ever done before. Stealing stuff, cutting work… those were all little things but this, I did not even choose to be here. Eomer's arm was encircled around my waist. He was holding up the weight of my entire body. I winced slightly at the look on face. Why was he so angry for me? He had known me for but a few days.
"Eomer… I'll apologize… and maybe we can…" I started whisper but he shook his head. I was definitely not keen on apologizing and truth be known, I would be furious had he not been this angry for me.
"We are leaving." Eomer said icily, "Come."
"Leave the elf." The duke said simply. His guards stepped in to stop us.
"He is my servant, your Lordship." Eomer snapped, his grip around me tightening. This had turned personal…
"You may not know this... but whatever I want… is whatever I will get…"
Eomer let the hilt of his sword show behind his cloak.
Legolas Speaks-
"My lord, I…" My lips trembled as he brought his hand about my chest skimming under my shirt. He had been trying to corner me for the past few days and he has finally succeeded. I will admit that he was a handsome man; with a firm body and a fair face, I don't think I've ever seen a man like him. Yet he was still a man, and that was all he was.
"You are very, very pretty…" Lord Aragorn hissed as he licked his lips.
"Please … don't."
"You don't know what I am going to do…"
I bit my lip as I squirmed beneath his weight. His tongue trickled down my neck; my body nearly crumpled as the icy hand drifted to my thighs.
I was surprised as he suddenly let go of me letting me fall against the cold hard ground. I realized that I had been crying and the hot tears were now sliding down my face. But I could no longer think about that, why did he let me go?
Thinking back on everything I have seen, I am surprised that I am still pure. The first time I was sold, it was to a drunken merchant when my master (also drunk) lost me in a card game. I suppose my master was very angry the next morning and came charging back for me. The merchant had tried to rape me and nearly succeeded. He was on top of me removing my clothes when my master came in and stabbed him. I was beaten to a pulp the next day and forced back into the hellhole. The next time I was sold to the duke of chicori. I do not know what he did to me for I was bound and unconscious half the time, but had he raped me, I would have likely been dead. I was nearly beaten to death afterwards by his brother…
I have said nothing about any of this, or the any of the other incidents. No one needs to know, and no one will know about it. Not even Haldir.
The next morning when I brought Lord Aragorn his breakfast, I found myself being pinned to the wall.
He said to me, "I've told you before… you are very pretty… and I like that."
To this I did not reply. What was
I supposed to respond?
"Surely you have seen that you are the object of desire from many others…"
"I am not aware…" I said, my voice faltering with every word.
"I can make you mine… and make it so that none of the others will ever touch you…or, I guarantee you that your flawless body will be satisfying half the castle while you scream for them to stop…"
"I am not a whore… for you, or anyone else, my lord." I replied as calm as I could. His rough hand came to tilt my face towards his.
"Suit yourself…" He said with a bit of a smirk, "But let me just tell you now that you will come back to me, willingly."
Eomer Speaks-
"I will not die, you need not worry." Haldir smiled weakly as he pressed a cloth to the wound he had received in the struggle. I will not deny that he was capable of taking care of himself. Elves were a lot stronger than I had ever thought them to be. He was able to swallow his pain even after what was nearly done to him.
Haldir leaned against me, although I was not sure if he did it consciously. The elf's long silvery blond hair brushed against my neck, arousing my desire. I wanted so much to kiss those pale tender lips.
Resistance was hard, but I was better than that. He smiled at the tense look upon my face. I knew that smile; it was a smile that elves usually gave when they showed trust and friendship. Relief and joy spread through me, but I did not show it.
"You are a great fighter…but you are not quick enough." He said casually, "With stupid, large men like the duke, it works but… with enemies like myself, you are in trouble."
I laughed as his eyes beamed at me. "Enemies like your self? Are you challenging me?" I said jokingly. The attractive elf raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"Is that the great warrior's way of accepting the challenge?"
"Being a man of honor, how can I not?" I smiled broadly, trying not to think too much about how beautiful he was, "Choose your weapon." Haldir rolled his eyes and looked down at the daggers and swords and such. The slender elf took none of my weapons but instead a stick he had found on the ground and a few pebbles.
"Come now, what of the challenge?" I piped up. The witty elf's eyes met mine and he smiled again.
"This is not a standard fight my friend," He spoke up tossing the pebble and catching it between two fingers, "This, is a real fight… We will both count to twenty, and then see what goes." There was a smirk on his gorgeous face and light in his eyes. I nodded and so it was agreed.
When I counted to twenty, my elven friend was nowhere in sight. "What is this?" I wondered aloud as a pebble hit me on the shoulder. I looked up and quickly dodged another one that flung close to my head.
"Now this is not fair, I cannot see you!" I protested.
"Who said it had to be fair?" A melodious voice rang in my ears.
Haldir Speaks-
I laughed as I moved to another tree, watching Eomer look around dimly for me. He finally spotted my blond hair against the reddening leaves and stepped on a nearby branch to climb after me.
I swiftly leaped to a different tree and hurled another pebble at him just missing his hand.
"A lesson in tree climbing?" He called after me.
"What can I say, use your environment."
We went on and on like this till I finally leaped down and smiled at him.
"Now we fight?" He sighed deeply.
"Only if you're still up for it." I laughed. He lunged at me with his sword, which I swiftly dodged and with a pebble between my fingers, I nailed him hard in the knuckles. He nearly dropped the sword. I took the opportunity and wrenched my stick onto the tip of his sword and pulled. His sword left his hand and I was grinning broadly at him. "Never underestimate your enemies."
He was very attractive… and I was growing fonder of him every second. I wanted to be with him forever, I wish we would never have to go back.
Eomer Speaks-
"Round two shall we say?" I said as the pretty elf helped me up.
"Alright then." He smiled. I brushed a single lock of hair away from his brilliant green eyes and to my surprise, he blushed slightly.
We played around for the rest of the day, enjoying ourselves. None of us wanted to think about what was awaiting us back at the palace. "Why do you not leave," I whispered softly as we sat resting by a stream. "Surely you do not like it here."
"I have tried to escape so many times…" He muttered, "But somehow, something always went wrong. I figure it is because the fates want me here a little longer."
"Do you think so?"
"Well… now I know why." He said gently, before turning his beautiful face to look at me. My heart nearly leapt from my chest as his look pierced through me. My arm went to draw him closer but his gaze suddenly faltered and he pressed one hand over his wound. The fair elf moaned softly as he swayed, trying to remain balanced.
"What's wrong?" I took him into my arms and looked over the wound. The blood had grown dark purple… some areas were black.
"I must not of looked close enough earlier." He cursed, swallowing back his obvious pain, "Poison…" He winced in pain as I dabbed away some of the blood. Haldir leaned against me laying his head carefully on my shoulder as I bandage his wound. He groaned faintly when I finally finished, and pressed a hand to his mouth. The elf coughed up quite a bit of blood.
I cursed myself for not insisting to rest earlier. A poisonous blade is quite serious. The slender elf squirmed slightly in my arms trying not to cry out in pain. I was at a loss of what to do. I had no herbs to treat his wound.
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The Legolas –Aragorn thing is going to turn a little ugly… just a fair warning
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