Not So Long
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Elrohir followed Giolla into the candle lit room at the back of the castle. Three others were already standing in the room.
"That's our cook, Cook, and that's Valora and Vittorio." Giolla pointed to a young looking girl and an equally young man. "They also work here." Giolla said before pushing Elrohir next to the young man and getting in line herself.
Moments later a man opened a door to their right and entered. The group bowed immediately and Elrohir followed suit.
"My, Lord Cyril, you look stunning this evening. Please, have a seat." Giolla moved forward and pulled out a chair for the Lord Cyril.
"Thank you Giolla, I will be dining alone tonight." Lord Cyril said as he sat in his seat at the head of the table. Elrohir noted that Giolla's attitude had made a sudden change, she was being hospitable suddenly.
Elrohir snuck a glance at the three others standing next to him. The Cook looked older and had a sad expression on her face. The girl looked no older than seventeen but there was something in her eye that the cook did not have. The young man stood tall and proud next to the girl and looked himself only to be seventeen or so.
The girl, Valora snuck a sideward glance at Elrohir and smiled. She had big beautiful brown eyes and hair as dark as his own and pulled tightly back at the base of her neck. She smiled showing off white teeth to match her face. She turned away and looked at the man, Vittorio who had dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Lord Cyril, I have found a new addition to our family today." Giolla said happily.
Lord Cyril looked up at the four standing before him, "So you have Giolla, does he have a name?'
"His name is Elrohir and he is eighteen. He just arrived in town." Giolla smiled at the Lord and gave Elrohir a look that said don't say a word.
"Well, I thank you Giolla, I'd be no where without you. I'm sure he'll do just fine in our home, Welcome young man." Lord Cyril raised his glass to Elrohir and took a drink. Elrohir smiled back at him, "He certainly isn't from these parts, his beauty is to graceful." The Lord smiled and returned to the food before him, "Cook, this is delicious, very well done."
Elrohir was surprised at how nice the Lord seemed to be, it must have been Giolla that made him nervous. The woman did seem to be quite a.well, witch.
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Elrohir stood until the Lord was well into his food and Giolla came and ushered the group into the kitchen.
"Cook, get Lord Cyril's after dinner sweet ready!" Giolla barked at Cook.
"Valora, do something with these towels, would you! You are good for nothing. I don't know why the Lord keeps on insisting we keep you around here!" Giolla pointed at a stack of towels and followed the girl over to them ranting at her.
"Vittorio, take Elrohir up to his room and get him settle would you!" Giolla pushed Vittorio towards the door and motioned for Elrohir to follow. Elrohir had to admit he was glad to be out of the demanding woman's company.
"Hi, I'm Vittorio." The man smiled as the door closed behind Elrohir.
"HI, I'm Elrohir." Elrohir smiled, glad to have someone other than that woman to talk to.
"I see you've meet Giolla, she's a real hard one to please. Once you get to know her you'll just hate her more." Vittorio laughed.
"Yea, I kind of got that impression." Elrohir smiled and followed him up a staircase.
"How'd you come here?" Vittorio asked.
"Some woman on the streets said that I'd find a job and place to stay here." Elrohir answered.
"No!" Vittorio exclaimed.
"Yes, why?" Elrohir asked, surprised.
"You must not be from around here." Vittorio said as he opened a small door on the right of the stairs.
"No, I'm from quite a long way away." Elrohir nodded.
"Do you have slavery where you're from?" Vittorio stopped and looked at Elrohir.
"I don't think so. What's slavery?" Elrohir had never heard the word before.
"Oh dear, you're in for a surprise. Well, let me start off by saying, you're now a slave." Vittorio began walking again.
"What's that mean?" Elrohir followed, suddenly having a funny feeling in his stomach.
"Well that nice lady you met on the streets just basically lost you your freedom. What slavery is, is when people sell other people for gain. And when you are a slave you're just like property, not a human. You belong to whoever owns you and you have to do what they say or they can punish you, by law." Vittorio began to explain.
"It's that like a parent?" Elrohir asked naively.
"Not quite, parents don't usually sell their children for gain. Well, than again, some do if they need money. The woman on the street just made a lot of money of you and commented you to your doom." Vittorio said sadly, stopping. "Here's 'your' room but really you'll have to share it with Valora and I."
Elrohir looked around, the room was just a little smaller than the one at his home and had two stuffed mattresses lying on the floor.
"I belong to Giolla now?" Elrohir asked, the concept of slaver draining in.
"Really Lord Cyril but, yes mostly Giolla, she's the head woman around here. I think she must boss the Lord around too!" Vittorio said, sitting down on his mattress. "We'll have to make another mattress for you."
Elrohir suddenly wanted to run out and go home but, he couldn't. He was now someone's property, a slave.
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Elrohir followed Giolla into the candle lit room at the back of the castle. Three others were already standing in the room.
"That's our cook, Cook, and that's Valora and Vittorio." Giolla pointed to a young looking girl and an equally young man. "They also work here." Giolla said before pushing Elrohir next to the young man and getting in line herself.
Moments later a man opened a door to their right and entered. The group bowed immediately and Elrohir followed suit.
"My, Lord Cyril, you look stunning this evening. Please, have a seat." Giolla moved forward and pulled out a chair for the Lord Cyril.
"Thank you Giolla, I will be dining alone tonight." Lord Cyril said as he sat in his seat at the head of the table. Elrohir noted that Giolla's attitude had made a sudden change, she was being hospitable suddenly.
Elrohir snuck a glance at the three others standing next to him. The Cook looked older and had a sad expression on her face. The girl looked no older than seventeen but there was something in her eye that the cook did not have. The young man stood tall and proud next to the girl and looked himself only to be seventeen or so.
The girl, Valora snuck a sideward glance at Elrohir and smiled. She had big beautiful brown eyes and hair as dark as his own and pulled tightly back at the base of her neck. She smiled showing off white teeth to match her face. She turned away and looked at the man, Vittorio who had dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Lord Cyril, I have found a new addition to our family today." Giolla said happily.
Lord Cyril looked up at the four standing before him, "So you have Giolla, does he have a name?'
"His name is Elrohir and he is eighteen. He just arrived in town." Giolla smiled at the Lord and gave Elrohir a look that said don't say a word.
"Well, I thank you Giolla, I'd be no where without you. I'm sure he'll do just fine in our home, Welcome young man." Lord Cyril raised his glass to Elrohir and took a drink. Elrohir smiled back at him, "He certainly isn't from these parts, his beauty is to graceful." The Lord smiled and returned to the food before him, "Cook, this is delicious, very well done."
Elrohir was surprised at how nice the Lord seemed to be, it must have been Giolla that made him nervous. The woman did seem to be quite a.well, witch.
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Elrohir stood until the Lord was well into his food and Giolla came and ushered the group into the kitchen.
"Cook, get Lord Cyril's after dinner sweet ready!" Giolla barked at Cook.
"Valora, do something with these towels, would you! You are good for nothing. I don't know why the Lord keeps on insisting we keep you around here!" Giolla pointed at a stack of towels and followed the girl over to them ranting at her.
"Vittorio, take Elrohir up to his room and get him settle would you!" Giolla pushed Vittorio towards the door and motioned for Elrohir to follow. Elrohir had to admit he was glad to be out of the demanding woman's company.
"Hi, I'm Vittorio." The man smiled as the door closed behind Elrohir.
"HI, I'm Elrohir." Elrohir smiled, glad to have someone other than that woman to talk to.
"I see you've meet Giolla, she's a real hard one to please. Once you get to know her you'll just hate her more." Vittorio laughed.
"Yea, I kind of got that impression." Elrohir smiled and followed him up a staircase.
"How'd you come here?" Vittorio asked.
"Some woman on the streets said that I'd find a job and place to stay here." Elrohir answered.
"No!" Vittorio exclaimed.
"Yes, why?" Elrohir asked, surprised.
"You must not be from around here." Vittorio said as he opened a small door on the right of the stairs.
"No, I'm from quite a long way away." Elrohir nodded.
"Do you have slavery where you're from?" Vittorio stopped and looked at Elrohir.
"I don't think so. What's slavery?" Elrohir had never heard the word before.
"Oh dear, you're in for a surprise. Well, let me start off by saying, you're now a slave." Vittorio began walking again.
"What's that mean?" Elrohir followed, suddenly having a funny feeling in his stomach.
"Well that nice lady you met on the streets just basically lost you your freedom. What slavery is, is when people sell other people for gain. And when you are a slave you're just like property, not a human. You belong to whoever owns you and you have to do what they say or they can punish you, by law." Vittorio began to explain.
"It's that like a parent?" Elrohir asked naively.
"Not quite, parents don't usually sell their children for gain. Well, than again, some do if they need money. The woman on the street just made a lot of money of you and commented you to your doom." Vittorio said sadly, stopping. "Here's 'your' room but really you'll have to share it with Valora and I."
Elrohir looked around, the room was just a little smaller than the one at his home and had two stuffed mattresses lying on the floor.
"I belong to Giolla now?" Elrohir asked, the concept of slaver draining in.
"Really Lord Cyril but, yes mostly Giolla, she's the head woman around here. I think she must boss the Lord around too!" Vittorio said, sitting down on his mattress. "We'll have to make another mattress for you."
Elrohir suddenly wanted to run out and go home but, he couldn't. He was now someone's property, a slave.
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