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Chapter 11
The rain poured down on Elwin, soaking her to the bone. She was miserable, cold, and lonely walking through the land toward the proud city of Minas Tirith. Surprisingly, she found that her thought drifted beck to the Palace of Mirkwood all to often. She thought about the intimacy she had shared with Legolas, and the stupid fight that had caused her to leave. The whole argument had been stupid, and it ruined the friendship that had worked towards. Her pack was heavy with water, and she stopped to dump it out. She felt fatigue heavy upon her eyelids, for she had not slept during the night due to the pouring rain, she had forced her self to keep going. She regretted giving away the horse for two reasons. One, it would have taken her to the city much faster, and two it was possible the elves would have come after her for stealing such valuable property. Even though there was a chance that they might to kill her if they found her, she thought it much more likely that they would just take her back to the palace and she could see Legolas once again.
Elwin banished all the thoughts from her mind, willing herself to stay alert towards any evil that might try to hurt her. She soon found herself struggling to stand, and upon finding a lone sticky tree on the plain, she collapsed beneath it in exhaustion. The tree did not guard her from the weather as she had hoped, but she stayed resting on the ground, unable to get up. She chide herself for having so little energy, as elves usually do, but she blamed her tires on the weather. Normally during this time of year, they wouldn't get such violent rainstorms. Someone must be conspiring against her, she thought as she fell in to a dreamless sleep.
Although it was raining heavily out on the plains, the elves deep in the forest awoke to the usually cheerful sunshine. Legolas was packed and ready to go, but Gimli was some what slower. Legolas headed down to the stables, to choose a mount. As he was walking, he heard a distant whinny, the sound of galloping hooves. Rimini burst forth from the trees, startling the elves who stood near by, and came racing towards Legolas. The horse stopped just short of Legolas, and stood waiting impatiently.
"You were let go!" cried Legolas, "Is Elwin fairing well, is she hurt?" The horse shoot his head impatiently, waiting for Legolas to mount him. "Oh, I understand, you have come back to take me to her!" Legolas was wild with excitement, when Gimli appeared in the scene.
"And just where do you propose I go while you gallop off on this devilish animal searching for your lost love?" Gimli asked, eyeing Rimini with deep mistrust.
"Well, you could take one of the ponies, and I will meet you in Minas Tirith?" Legolas asked, unsure of how his friend felt about all this.
"You know, I don't actually think that is such a bad idea, I could go and see some of my old comrades, who are working on the reconstruction of the white city." The Dwarf looked very pleased, "I will see you in Minas Tirith in a month or so." Gimli laughed at the look of childish excitement upon Legolas' face.
"See you then," called Legolas as he though his bags across the back of the horse, and raced of into the thick woods.
"Well now," said Gimli turning back toward the dinning hall, "I don't see any reason not to start this day without a proper breakfast." And he headed of towards the palace, with the thoughts of food the only thing present in his mind.
The first thing that Elwin noticed when she awoke was that the rain had ceased completely, but for some reason she could still hear the sound of the rain falling. The next thing she noticed was that she was on a ground of dry straw, and that her hands and feet were bound with rope so tight it was cutting in to her fair skin. Her weapons and pack lay across the room, still dripping wet as she was but not locked up. If only she could get to them she could get away from this place, wherever she was. She began, very slowly to pull her knees towards her chest, then lift her torso up and push herself forward. She did this once again and found that it carried her quite well across the floor. Then her knees came to a loose board in the wood, and they let out a gigantic screeching whine. Elwin heard footsteps coming towards her.
"And just where do you think you are going," asked a voice above her. Elwin, lying on her stomach could not see what being the voice came from, although she could tell it was from a human male. "No, my pet, you are staying right here with me. I think that you will find this place cozy, but with none of the comforts you are probably use to, Elf." A booted foot was wedged beneath her stomach, and forcefully turned her over to her back. A bright light of a candle was being hovered just above her face, and she could smell the wick burning.
"Yes, you are a pretty thing aren't you. I'm glad that I picked you up." The man continued, and Elwin looked up to see a man in his mid-thirties looking back. He was handsome, if you removed the evil grin that was plastered on his face, and the cuts and scars that decorated him. Elwin knew that he had nothing good in store for her, and she thought desperately for a plan of escape. With her hands and feet unbound, this man would be no match for her elvin skills, she looked for a way to cut the ropes that held her.
The man looked at her with utter delight, like a man who has found hidden treasure. He leaned in closer, as inhaled her scent with pleasure.
"So my pet, what is your name?" When Elwin did not open her mouth to speak, he let a drop of scalding wax from the candle fall to her face. She flinched in pain, the wax hardening and causing an angry red mark on the skin to which it had fallen. "Again I ask, what is your name wretch." He held the candle above her menacingly, and she decided to play along. She just might be able to seduce him enough to get her ties cut, and then she would be out of that hell hole in no time at all.
"I am no wretch, and my name is Liriel Ashane. I think I know what you want," she whispered seductively, "But I would need my hands free, to bestow upon you true pleasure." She knew that her charms were working. Unfortunately, a hobbit came through the door noisily, breaking the moment.
"Not so fast wretch, my father told me never to trust Elves, and I think that he was right. What is it you little worthless orc spawn?" The man spat at the frightened hobbit, "be quick, I'm enjoying my dessert." The hobbit was cowering near the door, and upon seeing it, Elwin felt instantly sorry for it. It was obviously as slave, poorly dressed and very under fed, and Elwin knew that it was also cruelly treated.
"I came to tell you that there is someone at the door who wishes to speak with you master."
"Aright, and don't you go anywhere girl," the man spat walking towards the door to the room, "I'm leaving you in charge of her scum!" The hobbit looked as frightened of Elwin as he was of his master.
"Don't worry," Elwin said soothingly, "I won't try to hurt you, I only want to leave this horrid place." She had heard that hobbits were trusting folk, and she hoped that this was true. The hobbit went over to he bag and sat by it, seemingly guarding it.
"I can't let you go miss," began the hobbit in a mournful tone, "Master would beat me horribly for such a deed, and I get enough beatings as it is. I am truly sorry, for I hate to see a beautiful lady like yourself in such a mess."
"I would take you with me, I am going to Minas Tirith, and from there you could get back to where ever you came from I'm sure." Elwin looked at in utter despair, her face pleading her case. "All I want is to get back to the man I love!"
"Did I hear plotting behind my back!" boomed a menacing voice from the next room, "I suppose I have to tech you both not to do that again." In came the man with a black leather whip in his hand, and Elwin gave a little cry of fear.
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Chapter 11
The rain poured down on Elwin, soaking her to the bone. She was miserable, cold, and lonely walking through the land toward the proud city of Minas Tirith. Surprisingly, she found that her thought drifted beck to the Palace of Mirkwood all to often. She thought about the intimacy she had shared with Legolas, and the stupid fight that had caused her to leave. The whole argument had been stupid, and it ruined the friendship that had worked towards. Her pack was heavy with water, and she stopped to dump it out. She felt fatigue heavy upon her eyelids, for she had not slept during the night due to the pouring rain, she had forced her self to keep going. She regretted giving away the horse for two reasons. One, it would have taken her to the city much faster, and two it was possible the elves would have come after her for stealing such valuable property. Even though there was a chance that they might to kill her if they found her, she thought it much more likely that they would just take her back to the palace and she could see Legolas once again.
Elwin banished all the thoughts from her mind, willing herself to stay alert towards any evil that might try to hurt her. She soon found herself struggling to stand, and upon finding a lone sticky tree on the plain, she collapsed beneath it in exhaustion. The tree did not guard her from the weather as she had hoped, but she stayed resting on the ground, unable to get up. She chide herself for having so little energy, as elves usually do, but she blamed her tires on the weather. Normally during this time of year, they wouldn't get such violent rainstorms. Someone must be conspiring against her, she thought as she fell in to a dreamless sleep.
Although it was raining heavily out on the plains, the elves deep in the forest awoke to the usually cheerful sunshine. Legolas was packed and ready to go, but Gimli was some what slower. Legolas headed down to the stables, to choose a mount. As he was walking, he heard a distant whinny, the sound of galloping hooves. Rimini burst forth from the trees, startling the elves who stood near by, and came racing towards Legolas. The horse stopped just short of Legolas, and stood waiting impatiently.
"You were let go!" cried Legolas, "Is Elwin fairing well, is she hurt?" The horse shoot his head impatiently, waiting for Legolas to mount him. "Oh, I understand, you have come back to take me to her!" Legolas was wild with excitement, when Gimli appeared in the scene.
"And just where do you propose I go while you gallop off on this devilish animal searching for your lost love?" Gimli asked, eyeing Rimini with deep mistrust.
"Well, you could take one of the ponies, and I will meet you in Minas Tirith?" Legolas asked, unsure of how his friend felt about all this.
"You know, I don't actually think that is such a bad idea, I could go and see some of my old comrades, who are working on the reconstruction of the white city." The Dwarf looked very pleased, "I will see you in Minas Tirith in a month or so." Gimli laughed at the look of childish excitement upon Legolas' face.
"See you then," called Legolas as he though his bags across the back of the horse, and raced of into the thick woods.
"Well now," said Gimli turning back toward the dinning hall, "I don't see any reason not to start this day without a proper breakfast." And he headed of towards the palace, with the thoughts of food the only thing present in his mind.
The first thing that Elwin noticed when she awoke was that the rain had ceased completely, but for some reason she could still hear the sound of the rain falling. The next thing she noticed was that she was on a ground of dry straw, and that her hands and feet were bound with rope so tight it was cutting in to her fair skin. Her weapons and pack lay across the room, still dripping wet as she was but not locked up. If only she could get to them she could get away from this place, wherever she was. She began, very slowly to pull her knees towards her chest, then lift her torso up and push herself forward. She did this once again and found that it carried her quite well across the floor. Then her knees came to a loose board in the wood, and they let out a gigantic screeching whine. Elwin heard footsteps coming towards her.
"And just where do you think you are going," asked a voice above her. Elwin, lying on her stomach could not see what being the voice came from, although she could tell it was from a human male. "No, my pet, you are staying right here with me. I think that you will find this place cozy, but with none of the comforts you are probably use to, Elf." A booted foot was wedged beneath her stomach, and forcefully turned her over to her back. A bright light of a candle was being hovered just above her face, and she could smell the wick burning.
"Yes, you are a pretty thing aren't you. I'm glad that I picked you up." The man continued, and Elwin looked up to see a man in his mid-thirties looking back. He was handsome, if you removed the evil grin that was plastered on his face, and the cuts and scars that decorated him. Elwin knew that he had nothing good in store for her, and she thought desperately for a plan of escape. With her hands and feet unbound, this man would be no match for her elvin skills, she looked for a way to cut the ropes that held her.
The man looked at her with utter delight, like a man who has found hidden treasure. He leaned in closer, as inhaled her scent with pleasure.
"So my pet, what is your name?" When Elwin did not open her mouth to speak, he let a drop of scalding wax from the candle fall to her face. She flinched in pain, the wax hardening and causing an angry red mark on the skin to which it had fallen. "Again I ask, what is your name wretch." He held the candle above her menacingly, and she decided to play along. She just might be able to seduce him enough to get her ties cut, and then she would be out of that hell hole in no time at all.
"I am no wretch, and my name is Liriel Ashane. I think I know what you want," she whispered seductively, "But I would need my hands free, to bestow upon you true pleasure." She knew that her charms were working. Unfortunately, a hobbit came through the door noisily, breaking the moment.
"Not so fast wretch, my father told me never to trust Elves, and I think that he was right. What is it you little worthless orc spawn?" The man spat at the frightened hobbit, "be quick, I'm enjoying my dessert." The hobbit was cowering near the door, and upon seeing it, Elwin felt instantly sorry for it. It was obviously as slave, poorly dressed and very under fed, and Elwin knew that it was also cruelly treated.
"I came to tell you that there is someone at the door who wishes to speak with you master."
"Aright, and don't you go anywhere girl," the man spat walking towards the door to the room, "I'm leaving you in charge of her scum!" The hobbit looked as frightened of Elwin as he was of his master.
"Don't worry," Elwin said soothingly, "I won't try to hurt you, I only want to leave this horrid place." She had heard that hobbits were trusting folk, and she hoped that this was true. The hobbit went over to he bag and sat by it, seemingly guarding it.
"I can't let you go miss," began the hobbit in a mournful tone, "Master would beat me horribly for such a deed, and I get enough beatings as it is. I am truly sorry, for I hate to see a beautiful lady like yourself in such a mess."
"I would take you with me, I am going to Minas Tirith, and from there you could get back to where ever you came from I'm sure." Elwin looked at in utter despair, her face pleading her case. "All I want is to get back to the man I love!"
"Did I hear plotting behind my back!" boomed a menacing voice from the next room, "I suppose I have to tech you both not to do that again." In came the man with a black leather whip in his hand, and Elwin gave a little cry of fear.
TBC... Please review. Oooh, I love cliff hangers!
