Firniswin- Um alright, on onto more of the story!

Chapter 3

You can't take me

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Don't push me I'll fight it

Never gonna give in- Never gonna give it up, no

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Glorfindel looked back over his shoulder, at the cold rocks and fields.

They had been walking for days and days on end. The elf's feet hurt beyond pain, the scorching heat burned the ground and in turn burned his bare toes.

Sweat rolled down his neck and back and his hair clung helplessly to his face.

He now wore his injured arm and collarbone in a sling, his hands were wrapped with soft cloth and the makeshift pants that he had acquired drug along under his burned feet making him stumble.

The healer traveled beside him and so did the child. They made sure that he was well dehydrated without the others seeing and gave him fair rations of their own food.

But now the healer had been asked to ride in the front with the leader, and only the boy had been left with him. One guard watched Glorfindel with a malicious smile across his dirty face.

The elf turned back and went at a faster pace, with a start he found himself falling, he had been pushed. He let his knees crumple beneath him and caught himself with his uninjured arm.

He felt a rush of adrenaline as he rose back to his feet. His breathing was labored and he wiped the sweat from his face then with a annoyance he charged at the unsuspecting man. He toppled onto him and began beating him as if he were a warg.

"Help!" the man strangled a cry as he covered himself from the hard blows.

Glorfindel heard men coming, but it mattered none, he wanted to show these rats whom they were dealing with. They would not take him…….never!

The men seized him roughly by one arm as another helped the beaten man up.

"We got ourselves a tough one." one man laughed as he tightened his grip on the elf. Glorfindel struggled some, but mostly kept still. He had not meant to be so cruel, but if these men were going to hurt him for no reason then he was not just going to let them. He would defend himself.

Sarock, the man with the eye patch, rode up, Lotholin riding right beside him. Lotholin stared in amazement at the injured man then he looked to Glorfindel. The blonde elf could no longer look at the healer, he knew that he would be mad, so he hung his head and of course kept silent.

"Well, what happened?!" Sarock growled at the elf.

"lord-" the healer spoke up. "He can't speak."

Sarock's frown deepened and his brow creased. "Well then, Sartel, if you would tell me?" He spoke to another darker haired man that was helping the injured man stand.

"Aye lord, the elf beat 'im"

"I can see that, any particular reason?"

Adenen raised his hand politely, "He pushed the elf."

"Oh, is that all,"

"Is that all?" Adenen, who was wise beyond his years stared up in disbelief. "It is not kind to treat him in this manner."

"He is a slave boy!" Sarock scowled. "Like you….you should hold your tongue before your betters."

"Yes milord." was the child's simple answer as he stepped back and lowered his head.

Glorfindel snapped his head around to look at the boy. He saw lament in the child's torn eyes, and to his surprise, silver droplets began to pour lightly from Adenen's eyes. And right then and there, Glorfindel's mind was made up, once he got free, this boy was going with him.

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If you can't catch a wave then your never gonna ride it

You can't come uninvited

Never gonna give in-never gonna give it up no

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The elf's silver-blue eyes scanned the area ahead, it was like a huge castle. No more than that, it was like a gate with a small castle inside. But he could see even from where he was, that if he went in, he would not be able to see the waves rush up on the ocean, or smell the sweet sensation of the wild roses and wheat. Nor would he see the trees caught up in a game with the wind. He would be trapped.

Fears sprung into his heart, it thumped wildly against his chest. He was sure everyone could hear it.

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You can't take me I'm free

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He struggled against the men and turned so he could feel the wind, the trees, the flowers. He had to, at least once more. He felt like it was ripping at him to be torn from something he had just come to love so soon.

It ate at his new heart and burned his soul and mind.

He felt them pulling at his arms, he could not leave though, not yet. He needed more.

"N-namarie!" he cried, without even realizing it. The men stopped and starred at the elf, he looked so peaceful. His eyes were closed and the wind was blowing through his golden hair, it reflected the sun's rays and shined on the bricks.

"A-ala avarta nin!" he cried again as he struggled against the men, that were now trying to take him. "N-not ye-t." he whispered as they yanked him roughly back.

He stumbled backwards and was dragged into the large fortress, all the outside world became unknown.

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Why did it all go wrong?- I wanna know what's goin' on

And what's this holding me?

I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

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Glorfindel stared blankly at the huge room, hours ago he had been cleaned up and given more fitting clothes. He had to admit, it was nice to feel the clothes on him again. Especially in front of these men. He sighed sadly and turned his eyes up.

He didn't quite understand anything, why was he here? He snorted as one of the guards passed by.

'All I want is to get out of here.' he thought to himself as he watched a elegantly dressed man walk in the room. He was slim and tall, not nearly as tall as Glorfindel. But he was tall for a man. His eyes were cruel green ones and he held a smirk on his face that held the elf's captivation. His clothes though nicely sown and of very expensive material, were black.

He immediately saw Glorfindel and his smirk softened and began to make his way towards the befuddled elf.

"What have we here?" he said with a grin that made the elf shiver.

A man from behind placed a firm hand on Glorfindel's uninjured shoulder. "another slave lord."

"Oh, is it?" the lord took a soft sleek strand of Glorfindel's flowing blonde hair and twisted it between his hands. The elf did not even flinch.

"He seems trained, you sure he is not one of the ones that escaped?"

"No lord, he did not act afraid of us, not like they would."

The lord turned to Glorfindel. "What is your name?"

The elf only stared, he did not know how to say his name…….he knew words in elvish, but……

"Speak!!!" the guard slapped him across the face, and blood began to well on his lip.

His temper began to grow and he spat out curses at the two men. " Nâr edan, rhach le, lerya!" he snarled the words and then took a few deep breaths, when he had calmed himself he stared at the leader wearily. "G-Glorfindel." he stuttered over the new words. "N-nîn eneth G-Glorfindel." his thoughts were racing as he sucked in another breath. 'I hope they understand.' he mused.

"What is he saying?" one asked and Glorfindel rolled his eyes. He understood what they were saying, but he could not say what they were saying. He snorted angrily.

"His name is Glorfindel."

They all turned and looked to a beautiful maiden, her head was bowed in respect , her long silver locks fell over her shoulders. And yet among the silver tresses, strands of gold could be seen. Her face was pale and young, but sadness was easy to see.

She wore a beautiful light blue flowing dress. The material looked familiar to him.

"T-that is what he said, milords." she bowed to the men.

"You know the elven tongue?" another asked raising an eyebrow.

"Aye, it is that of my kin." she rose but did not look them in the eyes.

The leader turned back to Glorfindel his eyes shining. "Ah, then Glorfindel is it?"

The blonde elf nodded softly, "Ye."

Silthen, which was the slave keepers name turned to the she-elf. "What does that mean?"

"Yes." She smiled. "Tis quite simple to notice that he said it and nodded his head lord."

Silthen scowled and glared at her. "I do not need slaves speaking their minds. I suggest you hold that tongue of yours." With that she hung her head again and nodded softly.

"Now Tuilin," he nodded to her. "You take Glorfindel and show him around."

"Yes lord." She quickly lifted her head and walked towards were the strange elf stood, still restrained by two other men. Tuilin smiled and spoke to the men. "I think you can let him go now."

"Both men let go and Glorfindel moved away from them, he turned his gaze on the elf maiden next to him, he smiled at her as she gently took his uninjured hand in her own. "Shall we?"

He nodded to entranced with the graceful eldar next to him to even speak, he felt a lump of nerves rise to his throat, he gulped them back down as they left the court and walked into the sun.

He looked out upon the paved streets, lament enveloping his soul. He gulped back the tears as he walked along side Tuilin, she seemed sad also. Yet she acted so kind to them, why was that.

A soft voice cut through his thoughts. "Where are you from?"

He looked back to see Tuilin staring at him, her beautiful periwinkle eyes sparkling. Glorfindel stared a few moments, 'what should I say?' he thought. He thought a moment, where had he been from……….he was sure the answer was in his thick skull somewhere. He smiled as a picture came to his mind of a beautiful white city. 'That's it, now what was it called?'

"Do you know?" She asked seeing his confusion.

He nodded vigorously and spoke, "Ye." Then went back to trying to remember that long word. Finally it flashed before him, and he smiled.

"G-go……n-gon-d……gond..o….lin….Gondolin." He smiled.

"Gondolin?" She asked. "But that city has been gone for years now."

He sighed and looked to the sky.