Disclaimer: I didn't invent Figwit. I didn't invent Boromir, or the twin elves! But I own the rest ^_^
Short...hell, do I know. But school restarts tomorrow, and I have to catch up on ...*gasps* homework...So, nice reveiws might make me shove it all aside, and get a new and longer chapter within a few days of any first reveiw?
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The riding party rode right up to the wall of spiked wood, and rapped sharply on the gate, ignoring the guards in towers, pointing brown feathered arrows at their heads.
A door opened in the gate, and a guard stepped out, his narrow black eyes boring into them.
"Yes."
"We are here to see about slaves. We have much coin, and will not be turned away." Boromir snapped, and the guard nodded, opening the gate.
The slave market was a damp, dirty and depressing place. Bar windows were visable at the bottem of the tall stone walls of the long building, but otherwise it appared to be entirly normal, if not sad and forlorn.
"Tis a horrible place." Figwit muttered, his handsome elvish face showing no emotion.
Boromir beside him only growled in responce, clenching his hands into tight white fists.
From a dark door, a man approched them, flanked by heavy set men, with weapons in hands. The man took one glance at Boromir and the elves, their rich clothing, and the heavy coin purses at their belts, and plastered a smile on his hollow face.
"Good evening, sirs. You want slaves?" He rubbed his hands together, and smirked dirtly. "We have fine girls here, young...fresh..."
Boromir clentched his fists harder, and dismounted. Figwit leaped down, and quickly followed.
"We are after certian ones." Figwit answered calmly, and shook his bag. "Money, not a issue."
"But, of course! Men...and elves...have different tastes." The man nodded. "Call me Badaln. Come, I shall give you a tour of the animals."
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Ana nursed little Uuneaor, strangly calm, while Lori tried to tame mice, while at the same time, shrieking and jumping onto the bed.
"They won't come to you, if you keep freaking them out."
"But..." Lori giggled, as the mouse came closer, and freaked out again, jumping onto the stool. "Ewww!"
Ana sighed, and rested back. Two days in that cell, no contact with anyone. Food and water pushed through a door, and curses from outside.
Voices drifted in from the yard.
"Figgy! Boromir!" Ana gasped, and jumped up.
"What?"
At that moment, guards burst in, and grabbed the two, dragging them down into the lower dungons, while the baby was carried behind them wailing.
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Boromir screamed in frustration, and threw his sword at a tree, belt and all.
"Sold!" He yelled.
Figwit rested a hand on his arm. "We will find them."
Boromir just nodded, and snarled. "So you, and the other two kept telling me. But where are they now?"
"They had to return to Rivendel, as you know."
"We needed them!" Boromir yelled. "And so they go."
Figwit lost it, then and snapped. "I will find her and your lover, If I have to do it alone!"
"Well, not alone." Boromir retreived his sword, and mounted his horse. "Let us go then?"
Figwit nodded, and lept up onto his own horse. "Let us go. We had no luck there."
Boromir glanced back at the wall, through the trees, and felt a unnerving pang of regret.
Short...hell, do I know. But school restarts tomorrow, and I have to catch up on ...*gasps* homework...So, nice reveiws might make me shove it all aside, and get a new and longer chapter within a few days of any first reveiw?
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The riding party rode right up to the wall of spiked wood, and rapped sharply on the gate, ignoring the guards in towers, pointing brown feathered arrows at their heads.
A door opened in the gate, and a guard stepped out, his narrow black eyes boring into them.
"Yes."
"We are here to see about slaves. We have much coin, and will not be turned away." Boromir snapped, and the guard nodded, opening the gate.
The slave market was a damp, dirty and depressing place. Bar windows were visable at the bottem of the tall stone walls of the long building, but otherwise it appared to be entirly normal, if not sad and forlorn.
"Tis a horrible place." Figwit muttered, his handsome elvish face showing no emotion.
Boromir beside him only growled in responce, clenching his hands into tight white fists.
From a dark door, a man approched them, flanked by heavy set men, with weapons in hands. The man took one glance at Boromir and the elves, their rich clothing, and the heavy coin purses at their belts, and plastered a smile on his hollow face.
"Good evening, sirs. You want slaves?" He rubbed his hands together, and smirked dirtly. "We have fine girls here, young...fresh..."
Boromir clentched his fists harder, and dismounted. Figwit leaped down, and quickly followed.
"We are after certian ones." Figwit answered calmly, and shook his bag. "Money, not a issue."
"But, of course! Men...and elves...have different tastes." The man nodded. "Call me Badaln. Come, I shall give you a tour of the animals."
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Ana nursed little Uuneaor, strangly calm, while Lori tried to tame mice, while at the same time, shrieking and jumping onto the bed.
"They won't come to you, if you keep freaking them out."
"But..." Lori giggled, as the mouse came closer, and freaked out again, jumping onto the stool. "Ewww!"
Ana sighed, and rested back. Two days in that cell, no contact with anyone. Food and water pushed through a door, and curses from outside.
Voices drifted in from the yard.
"Figgy! Boromir!" Ana gasped, and jumped up.
"What?"
At that moment, guards burst in, and grabbed the two, dragging them down into the lower dungons, while the baby was carried behind them wailing.
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Boromir screamed in frustration, and threw his sword at a tree, belt and all.
"Sold!" He yelled.
Figwit rested a hand on his arm. "We will find them."
Boromir just nodded, and snarled. "So you, and the other two kept telling me. But where are they now?"
"They had to return to Rivendel, as you know."
"We needed them!" Boromir yelled. "And so they go."
Figwit lost it, then and snapped. "I will find her and your lover, If I have to do it alone!"
"Well, not alone." Boromir retreived his sword, and mounted his horse. "Let us go then?"
Figwit nodded, and lept up onto his own horse. "Let us go. We had no luck there."
Boromir glanced back at the wall, through the trees, and felt a unnerving pang of regret.