Disclaimer: All tolkins stuff is just that. tolkins stuff.
I changed some things in the last chapter, so this one would make sence. Just a warning...
*Ana walks over, smiling. 'I get to be the damsell in distress this time! How about that...'*
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Figwit woke, his head stiff and heavey. Like he'd been drugged. Looking around, something was wrong. No-one was beside him. Not the little boy, Uueanor, or the little girl, Isilme-wilwarin, or Ana.
He sat up, his head spinning. He could remember falling asleep, with the twins in between them. Then nothing.
"Ana?" He got up, and nearly fell over. Steadying himself, he held onto the wall, and went outside. "Hello?"
The healers were fast asleep, a sweet, strong scent in the air. Figwit breathed it in, realisation set in to what it was, and he collapsed asleep, before he could call for help.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Legolas opened the door to the healing quarters, and smelt the sweet smell drift past him, to outside. He shook his dizzy head, and looked inside. Healers, were sleeping, Figwit was collapsed on the floor, near the open door to his room.
"Wit?" Legolas called. "Wit! Wake up!"
Legolas took a deep breath, and went inside. He dragged Figwit out, into the fresh air.
A few moments later, Figwit woke coughing. He looked up at Legolas.
"Legolas! Sleeping powder in the air. Ana, and the twins wern't in the room."
Legolas looked up, as the healers inside started to stir. "I'll get help. Stay here."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Ana woke up, in a daze. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was beneath a tree. A camp was nearby, and...orcs...and that elf woman. Holding her babies.
"Don't touch them!" Ana yelled, and the woman stood, gave the babies to a orc, and came over.
She kicked Ana hard. "Don't ever raise your voice to me Nadorhuan."
"Auta miqula orqu!" //Go kiss a orc!// Ana snapped.
"Amin feuya ten' lle." //You discust me.// The elvish woman spat on her. She called to the orcs, and one stood.
Ana watched in horror as he got up, and approched her, a long blade in his hand. She started shaking, and the elven woman laughed.
"You see, I will return with one baby. I will be the hero, and you...you will be the mother who tried to run away with the babies, and got one killed." The elvish womon smirked. "I failed to win Elrond. But this time I will not fail."
The orc picked up Ana and carried her into the woods. He took the knife, and cut off the clothes, with one swift strike.
As he forced himself into her, she heard the long wail of a baby mix in with her scream, and then nothing. She passed out.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
The fellowship stood on the bank. It was time to leave, and Galdriael was presenting gifts. Antonia's mind was far away from it though, on Ana. Figwit was long gone, with Haldir, Rumil and Orphion to find her and the babies. Antonia knew it wasn't alright. She'd felt pain, and sorrow. So much...sorrow...
Galdrial inturrupted her thoughts.
"Antonia." She gently probed. "Your gift is this." She pushed a sword, and light chainmail into Antonia's hands. "It was made by our smiths, to keep you safe."
Antonia got numbly in the boat, in front of Legolas. She still didn't think it was right for her to leave but...
Legolas gently stroked her hair, from behind.
She looked over, at Lori in the boat with two hobbits and Boromir.
"Melamin." Legolas whispered to her, and pulled her back against him. "Figwit will find her."
Antonia didn't answer.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
They stopped that night. No statures, no kings of old. Antonia breathed a sigh of relief. She sat inbetween Boromir and Legolas, Lori on the otherside.
"How are you feeling now?" Legolas wrapped his arms around her.
"Tired." Antonia answered, resting on his chest. "I need to sleep."
Legolas nodded, and whispered to her in elvish, until she fell asleep.
Aragorn came, and kneeled in front of him. "Xun dos talinth il zhal'la inbal doer?" //Do you think she should have come?//
"Il ssrig'luinen ssinssriggin da'rex nin. Il gumash naut tlu zet wun l' lorulmen." //She needs loving arms now. She could not be left in the woods.//
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Jalinania nodded in satafaction.
The last orc kneeled down over Ana, and ran his fingers down the lenght of her torso, leaving scratch marks. She, like many times before tried to resist, but he simly turned her over, and raped her analenly. Her screams were music to Jalinania's ears. The orc sprayed up into her bowls, and got up in satasfaction.
"I thought orcs had more in them." Jalinania scorned, and the orc laughed cruely.
"We do."
"Well, go on then. Distroy her."
The orc laughed again, and gripped Jalinania's wrists. "There is another female here."
"We had a deal!" Jalinania struggled, as he pushed her down, ripping off her clothing.
"Orcs don't make deals with elves." The orc sneered, and bit into her neck, and thrusting into her. He pinning her arms under her, and looked up, as she screamed. "Orcs ravage them."
I changed some things in the last chapter, so this one would make sence. Just a warning...
*Ana walks over, smiling. 'I get to be the damsell in distress this time! How about that...'*
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Figwit woke, his head stiff and heavey. Like he'd been drugged. Looking around, something was wrong. No-one was beside him. Not the little boy, Uueanor, or the little girl, Isilme-wilwarin, or Ana.
He sat up, his head spinning. He could remember falling asleep, with the twins in between them. Then nothing.
"Ana?" He got up, and nearly fell over. Steadying himself, he held onto the wall, and went outside. "Hello?"
The healers were fast asleep, a sweet, strong scent in the air. Figwit breathed it in, realisation set in to what it was, and he collapsed asleep, before he could call for help.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Legolas opened the door to the healing quarters, and smelt the sweet smell drift past him, to outside. He shook his dizzy head, and looked inside. Healers, were sleeping, Figwit was collapsed on the floor, near the open door to his room.
"Wit?" Legolas called. "Wit! Wake up!"
Legolas took a deep breath, and went inside. He dragged Figwit out, into the fresh air.
A few moments later, Figwit woke coughing. He looked up at Legolas.
"Legolas! Sleeping powder in the air. Ana, and the twins wern't in the room."
Legolas looked up, as the healers inside started to stir. "I'll get help. Stay here."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Ana woke up, in a daze. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was beneath a tree. A camp was nearby, and...orcs...and that elf woman. Holding her babies.
"Don't touch them!" Ana yelled, and the woman stood, gave the babies to a orc, and came over.
She kicked Ana hard. "Don't ever raise your voice to me Nadorhuan."
"Auta miqula orqu!" //Go kiss a orc!// Ana snapped.
"Amin feuya ten' lle." //You discust me.// The elvish woman spat on her. She called to the orcs, and one stood.
Ana watched in horror as he got up, and approched her, a long blade in his hand. She started shaking, and the elven woman laughed.
"You see, I will return with one baby. I will be the hero, and you...you will be the mother who tried to run away with the babies, and got one killed." The elvish womon smirked. "I failed to win Elrond. But this time I will not fail."
The orc picked up Ana and carried her into the woods. He took the knife, and cut off the clothes, with one swift strike.
As he forced himself into her, she heard the long wail of a baby mix in with her scream, and then nothing. She passed out.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
The fellowship stood on the bank. It was time to leave, and Galdriael was presenting gifts. Antonia's mind was far away from it though, on Ana. Figwit was long gone, with Haldir, Rumil and Orphion to find her and the babies. Antonia knew it wasn't alright. She'd felt pain, and sorrow. So much...sorrow...
Galdrial inturrupted her thoughts.
"Antonia." She gently probed. "Your gift is this." She pushed a sword, and light chainmail into Antonia's hands. "It was made by our smiths, to keep you safe."
Antonia got numbly in the boat, in front of Legolas. She still didn't think it was right for her to leave but...
Legolas gently stroked her hair, from behind.
She looked over, at Lori in the boat with two hobbits and Boromir.
"Melamin." Legolas whispered to her, and pulled her back against him. "Figwit will find her."
Antonia didn't answer.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
They stopped that night. No statures, no kings of old. Antonia breathed a sigh of relief. She sat inbetween Boromir and Legolas, Lori on the otherside.
"How are you feeling now?" Legolas wrapped his arms around her.
"Tired." Antonia answered, resting on his chest. "I need to sleep."
Legolas nodded, and whispered to her in elvish, until she fell asleep.
Aragorn came, and kneeled in front of him. "Xun dos talinth il zhal'la inbal doer?" //Do you think she should have come?//
"Il ssrig'luinen ssinssriggin da'rex nin. Il gumash naut tlu zet wun l' lorulmen." //She needs loving arms now. She could not be left in the woods.//
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Jalinania nodded in satafaction.
The last orc kneeled down over Ana, and ran his fingers down the lenght of her torso, leaving scratch marks. She, like many times before tried to resist, but he simly turned her over, and raped her analenly. Her screams were music to Jalinania's ears. The orc sprayed up into her bowls, and got up in satasfaction.
"I thought orcs had more in them." Jalinania scorned, and the orc laughed cruely.
"We do."
"Well, go on then. Distroy her."
The orc laughed again, and gripped Jalinania's wrists. "There is another female here."
"We had a deal!" Jalinania struggled, as he pushed her down, ripping off her clothing.
"Orcs don't make deals with elves." The orc sneered, and bit into her neck, and thrusting into her. He pinning her arms under her, and looked up, as she screamed. "Orcs ravage them."