Firniswin- Ok, all of you who have been askin' for translations, the reason I do not put them on is because it kinda looks weird. I mean in the middle of a chapter. Like: "Namarie." [goodbye] Or ya know. I suppose I could try and put translations right here. And then the reviews could go at the bottom. Let's try it. J
Hannad- Thanks
Tuilin- Swallow [ the elf maiden]
Nin- me
Meleth-love
Aquista-please
Naur- fire
Mellon- friend
Unotë- not counted [ I used it to mean " You don't need to thank me" kinda thing]
Ye- yes [obviously]
Firniswin- how is that? I hope I got them all. Ok Onto the story. Well I got the ones I know, I am not a master in elvish either so I have to look these up. But fear not, there is not much talkin' n this part and besides Glor is getting' the common, so it's all good. It gets very tiring. Anyway onto the story.
Chapter 6
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I'm getting out- so check it out
Ya, your in my way and ya better watch out
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Glorfindel and Adenen had escaped from the branding room and were now in the hall, it was made of hard stone and brick and was dark and unfriendly. Adenen had been down it many times and knew how to get out…the problem was that guards patrolled throughout the whole fortress 24/7. It would be difficult to pass by them without a single yell or holler.
Adenen began to make his way for the entrance but a hand stopped him…it pulled at his tunic. He turned to see Glorfindel, eyes wide and a worried expression on his young, worn face.
"What?!" the child asked, a little more snappy than he would have liked but continued to look at the curiously.
"Tuilin? S-she C-come." he whispered softly, he was just getting the hang of talking in the common tongue and his words were slurred.
"Oh, She is in the meeting hall with Sarock and Silthen." The boy's eyes widened when the elf turned and began to go the other way towards the meeting room. Lightly, Adenen jumped forward his green eyes filling with fear. "No Glor!!!" He grabbed the elf's ripped and dusty tunic trying to stop him. "Glor, we will come back for her. But we can not get her now, any moment a guard will find you missing and we will have to flee. It would be better to leave before they find out we are missing."
The older elf sighed angrily and looked back at the child with pleading eyes. "Nin meleth Tuilin." he said as fears raced throughout his body. He could not leave her here. He would do anything to take the elf maiden with him. "Aquista Adenen." he begged the child.
"You love her!" The elven boy whispered harshly. "You barely know her."
Glorfindel sighed, how was he going to explain his feelings in the middle of the most grotesque hallway in history, in elvish, while they were trying to escape….or in common. He could barely speak any common, sure he could understand it, but his tongue was so used to the beautiful elven tongue that he could hardly try and say the sharp English words. "Yes, nin meleth Tuilin." he repeated then began to make his way for the hall again.
Adenen deciding that it was to much work trying to get the stubborn strange elf to listen decided just to follow him. It would be much easier, and he was not the one who would get in trouble if they were caught…sure he would get beaten but Glorfindel would ten times worse. For this was all his idea.
'I mean I don't want to see him be beaten to death but what am I going to do that changes his mind?' He sighed. 'Nothing. When a man is in love you can't take him away, at least not elven men.'
They stole down the corridor, their feet not making any sound hearable to the ears of an edan. Glorfindel's form was beautiful, he was graceful as a deer and as swift as one too.
Adenen although an elf was not very old and inexperienced in the area of sneaking. He was amazed at the speed and grace of the strange elf. He seemed so young, yet he was so learned. Why was that, where did he come from. How the men had found him was a mystery too….Adenen had seen him sleeping in the boughs of that huge tree. He had been sleeping like an angel, he had looked like one too. His features were flawless and his hair seemed to be a part of the sun.
And then those men had done so much harm to him….broken, burned, and scraped his body and made him something to fear, if they had met on other circumstances he was sure that Glorfindel would have been kinder and friendlier, not a wild mustang that had been trapped. He would have been a free friendly horse.
'Not to call him a horse, but it is a good comparison.' he thought as he snuck after Glorfindel. The fair being had turned a corner and was now nowhere to be seen.
Adenen swiftly quickened his pace, he wanted to be there to help if Glorfindel ran into trouble. He listened before he turned the corner then as he was about to turn it a shape caught him off guard and he felt himself being lifted and carried with one arm.
"Halt!!! Stop!!!" Voices rang from down the hall and Adenen knew that the golden elf had gotten in trouble. And now he was being carried in strong slender arms, everything seemed to whiz by as they he was carried at full speed down the dark hall.
"What is going on?" he asked from his curled up position in the elf's arms.
"W-we run!!!" Was that only answer that he got from the fair being. He immediately decided that he would ask more at a better time, it was obvious from the look in his bright blue eyes that Glorfindel was frightened at being caught again. More than any other elf he had ever seen.
"Knife?"
Adenen looked up at the elf's voice. "What do you mean? Try and say more."
"D-do……..h..ave…..knife?" he asked again, stuttering and thinking as he spoke.
"Oh, yes." the boy grabbed the knife from in his sleeve and passed it to the elf.
"Hannad." he gasped and stuck it in his sling and smiled.
"Welcome."
They ran down the hall, and Adenen noticed as well as Glorfindel that it seemed to become brighter with natural light. And certain enough at the end of the hall, at least a mile away was a small barred gate, and beyond the gate was a bright light. Adenen frowned.
"The gate is probably locked."
"Knife h-help." The elf puffed as he picked up speed, his new muscles were beginning to protest at the stain of running so fast and hard without warming up. He hissed as each foot hit the hard dirt ground again and again. Dust spread as he ran, and behind them the soldiers were fighting to see where their pray had went.
"This way, he is slowing!!!" They both heard the yell from behind them. "Come on!"
"Come on Glor, come on!" Adenen whispered, tears springing to his eyes. They were almost there, so close……..yet something was wrong with Glorfindel. He was not as swift as he had been, he was slowing down.
Glorfindel puffed and gasped as his muscles began to spasm, and his legs began to tire, not to mention carrying Adenen was taking a toll on his body as well. He wasn't going to make it. He wasn't…….they were going to catch him again and torture him and-
'No, I must keep going, he would not give up on the child.'
He stretched his long legs farther and started to go a bit faster. He panted softly as he came closer and closer to the gate.
"Glor STOP!!!!" he had not noticed that if he did not slow now, he was going to run into the gate. He slowed himself and let Adenen down. He took the knife out of the sling and reached his arm through the bars and stuck the metal blade into the lock.
"Come on Glor, they are coming!!!!" Adenen screamed and hugged the elf's leg.
"T-trying!!!" The elf puffed as he twisted his wrist moving the makeshift key around in the lock.
Suddenly there was a click and Glorfindel lightly pushed on the gate, it opened with a creak. He grabbed the elven boy's arm and ran out the gate, he swiftly closed and then locked it again smiling as he did so.
Adenen heard shouts from a crossed the grounds, he scanned the area and gasped.
On the other side of the fort a group of at least a dozen men stood, talking quietly, seeming not yet to notice the escapes. They were heavily armed and seemed quiet strong.
Adenen knew that Glorfindel would not be able to take on 12 men at full strength when he was almost spent.
The child tugged at Glorfindel's tunic. "Shhhh." he put a finger to his lips. "We have to go now!" With those last words silence fell over the two and they ran lightly to the last gate. It was the one that would free them.
Glorfindel carefully stuck his hand between the bars and injected the knife once again into the lock, then twisting it softly, it clicked.
"Hey!!!!" Both heads turned to see all the guards including the ones from before walking towards them.
Glorfindel quickly again picked up Adenen and shoved the bared gate open. As soon as they were outside he began to run as fast as his worn legs would take him.
"Stop!!!" The guards cried and began to run after them.
TBC~
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