Not So Long
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Sorely held onto Valora's arm until they were a good distance away from the stables and the post.
"I'm not going to run off you know. You don't have to hold onto me." Valora said as she tripped over a root.
"You can let her go Sorely." Yorrick nodded after Sorely wasn't sure what to do and kept a grip on Valora's arm.
"Where are we going?" Valora caught up with Yorrick in the front of the group and demanded.
"Don't ask and I don't have to lie." Yorrick replied and made a sharp turn to the right.
"Valora, please." Vittorio grabbed Valora back towards him and Elrohir.
"What?" Valora looked at the two who in her opinion were being overly protective.
"Valora, these men are thieves, they'll do whatever they want to you when Yorrick isn't looking." Elrohir whispered to Valora.
Valora didn't say a word but walked in between Vittorio and Elrohir for the rest of the day until the moon was high over head and Yorrick motioned for the group to stop.
Elrohir sat down next to Vittorio and Valora on the ground, he'd give this thieves one thing, they were in good shape.
"You don't need to sit, we will be arriving shortly." Warrick said as he passed by the three on the ground.
Elrohir looked about him; he couldn't quite imagine where they were going to in the middle of no where.
Yorrick came back out of a small gathering of trees in front of them and announced, "Let's go in."
The four men past by him and into the tree, Elrohir lead Valora and Vittorio in behind them and Yorrick checked for any wandering watching eyes.
In the small cove of trees was a large boulder that had been moved aside and revealed a staircase down into the ground.
Yorrick moved the boulder to cover the staircase and both Vittorio and Valora were momentarily blinded by the darkness.
"Keep moving." Yorrick directed from behind and Elrohir lead the two down the dark stairs.
The emerged in a large room filled with mismatched furniture, jewels and weapons all light by ominous torches hanging from the walls around.
"Welcome to our home." Yorrick swept around in front of the group and waved his hand grandiosely to the room.
"Is this all yours?" Valora took in the wealth that lie in the room.
"You could say that." Yorrick winked and sat himself down in the grandest chair in the room, "Sit." He commanded and the three immediately settled on the large couch across from him.
"My men are bringing food." Yorrick smiled at the three and settled back into his chair.
As Yorrick promised his men returned with food and drinks a few seconds later.
"Now, tell me about yourselves." Yorrick said as he poured wine into a large golden chalice for himself.
"I'm Valora, this is Vittorio and this is Elrohir." Valora spoke for the three.
"I see." Yorrick nodded.
"Why are you the thief lord? What makes you different from other thieves?" Valora suddenly asked, very much to the disliking of Vittorio and Elrohir.
Yorrick smiled and let out a small laugh, "Brave girl aren't you?" Yorrick took a long sip of his wine and told his story, "I come from a family of thieves, ever since my great-great grandfather the men in my family have been notorious thieves. My great-great grandfather started to call many thieves to sort of work for him and through all the different, large name thieves the smaller ones and so on all sort of become connected, with my great-great grandfather at the lead."
Yorrick stopped and the three took in the story for a moment. Vittorio was quite disgusted to be sitting in the presence of a thief, and such a well- known and large one at that.
"So, by the time my grandfather was grown he was sort of the 'King of Thieves', that sort of thing. And it passed down to my father and then to me, well that is after my brother's fateful death." Yorrick concluded.
"You had a brother?" Valora asked, interested in all of this.
"Yes but, he was murdered a few years back and now I'm in charge." Yorrick smiled at Valora, loving her interest in him and his story.
"Who did it?" Valora continued.
"My uncle's son. My father's brother was upset he didn't become the lord of the thieves he poured all his hate into his son and even after he died his son kept on hating and after my father died and my brother came into power than he was murdered." Yorrick explained.
"Sounds like lot of dirty family business." Vittorio said, even more disgusted than before the story.
"Yes, but it all comes with the job of being the lord." Yorrick stood and stretched out his arms, "Come, I'll show you your rooms."
"So, you know about everything that goes on that is done by thieves." Valora wasn't done talking yet.
"Yes, I know nearly everything that goes on in Middle Earth. I am one of the most powerful men in Middle Earth." Yorrick said, obviously very proud.
"Do you know of the sons of Elrond?" Elrohir asked suddenly, praying to the Valar that he would know of some news of his brother.
"Sons of Elrond?" Yorrick thought for a moment, "They aren't thieves, I know that much. I usually don't interest myself in news of people unless they directly affect me. Though I believe that news reached Rivendell not to long ago of one of his sons leaving Lothlorien and heading South." Yorrick said as though he was reaching somewhere deep in his memory for this information.
"Are they worried?" Elrohir asked for more information.
"How should I know, unless his son has decided to become a thief than I don't really know or care. Though since it seems to mean so much to you I can have one of my men find out. Tomorrow evening you shall know." Yorrick shrugged and headed out the door.
"Elrohir! We can have one of his men tell your father you are here!" Valora whispered excitedly to Elrohir.
"I don't think we should do that." Vittorio cut in.
"He's right," Elrohir nodded, "If they know I am a son of Elrond, who knows what could happen but I don't think it would be good." Elrohir agreed and the three stood to follow Yorrick to their room.
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Sorely held onto Valora's arm until they were a good distance away from the stables and the post.
"I'm not going to run off you know. You don't have to hold onto me." Valora said as she tripped over a root.
"You can let her go Sorely." Yorrick nodded after Sorely wasn't sure what to do and kept a grip on Valora's arm.
"Where are we going?" Valora caught up with Yorrick in the front of the group and demanded.
"Don't ask and I don't have to lie." Yorrick replied and made a sharp turn to the right.
"Valora, please." Vittorio grabbed Valora back towards him and Elrohir.
"What?" Valora looked at the two who in her opinion were being overly protective.
"Valora, these men are thieves, they'll do whatever they want to you when Yorrick isn't looking." Elrohir whispered to Valora.
Valora didn't say a word but walked in between Vittorio and Elrohir for the rest of the day until the moon was high over head and Yorrick motioned for the group to stop.
Elrohir sat down next to Vittorio and Valora on the ground, he'd give this thieves one thing, they were in good shape.
"You don't need to sit, we will be arriving shortly." Warrick said as he passed by the three on the ground.
Elrohir looked about him; he couldn't quite imagine where they were going to in the middle of no where.
Yorrick came back out of a small gathering of trees in front of them and announced, "Let's go in."
The four men past by him and into the tree, Elrohir lead Valora and Vittorio in behind them and Yorrick checked for any wandering watching eyes.
In the small cove of trees was a large boulder that had been moved aside and revealed a staircase down into the ground.
Yorrick moved the boulder to cover the staircase and both Vittorio and Valora were momentarily blinded by the darkness.
"Keep moving." Yorrick directed from behind and Elrohir lead the two down the dark stairs.
The emerged in a large room filled with mismatched furniture, jewels and weapons all light by ominous torches hanging from the walls around.
"Welcome to our home." Yorrick swept around in front of the group and waved his hand grandiosely to the room.
"Is this all yours?" Valora took in the wealth that lie in the room.
"You could say that." Yorrick winked and sat himself down in the grandest chair in the room, "Sit." He commanded and the three immediately settled on the large couch across from him.
"My men are bringing food." Yorrick smiled at the three and settled back into his chair.
As Yorrick promised his men returned with food and drinks a few seconds later.
"Now, tell me about yourselves." Yorrick said as he poured wine into a large golden chalice for himself.
"I'm Valora, this is Vittorio and this is Elrohir." Valora spoke for the three.
"I see." Yorrick nodded.
"Why are you the thief lord? What makes you different from other thieves?" Valora suddenly asked, very much to the disliking of Vittorio and Elrohir.
Yorrick smiled and let out a small laugh, "Brave girl aren't you?" Yorrick took a long sip of his wine and told his story, "I come from a family of thieves, ever since my great-great grandfather the men in my family have been notorious thieves. My great-great grandfather started to call many thieves to sort of work for him and through all the different, large name thieves the smaller ones and so on all sort of become connected, with my great-great grandfather at the lead."
Yorrick stopped and the three took in the story for a moment. Vittorio was quite disgusted to be sitting in the presence of a thief, and such a well- known and large one at that.
"So, by the time my grandfather was grown he was sort of the 'King of Thieves', that sort of thing. And it passed down to my father and then to me, well that is after my brother's fateful death." Yorrick concluded.
"You had a brother?" Valora asked, interested in all of this.
"Yes but, he was murdered a few years back and now I'm in charge." Yorrick smiled at Valora, loving her interest in him and his story.
"Who did it?" Valora continued.
"My uncle's son. My father's brother was upset he didn't become the lord of the thieves he poured all his hate into his son and even after he died his son kept on hating and after my father died and my brother came into power than he was murdered." Yorrick explained.
"Sounds like lot of dirty family business." Vittorio said, even more disgusted than before the story.
"Yes, but it all comes with the job of being the lord." Yorrick stood and stretched out his arms, "Come, I'll show you your rooms."
"So, you know about everything that goes on that is done by thieves." Valora wasn't done talking yet.
"Yes, I know nearly everything that goes on in Middle Earth. I am one of the most powerful men in Middle Earth." Yorrick said, obviously very proud.
"Do you know of the sons of Elrond?" Elrohir asked suddenly, praying to the Valar that he would know of some news of his brother.
"Sons of Elrond?" Yorrick thought for a moment, "They aren't thieves, I know that much. I usually don't interest myself in news of people unless they directly affect me. Though I believe that news reached Rivendell not to long ago of one of his sons leaving Lothlorien and heading South." Yorrick said as though he was reaching somewhere deep in his memory for this information.
"Are they worried?" Elrohir asked for more information.
"How should I know, unless his son has decided to become a thief than I don't really know or care. Though since it seems to mean so much to you I can have one of my men find out. Tomorrow evening you shall know." Yorrick shrugged and headed out the door.
"Elrohir! We can have one of his men tell your father you are here!" Valora whispered excitedly to Elrohir.
"I don't think we should do that." Vittorio cut in.
"He's right," Elrohir nodded, "If they know I am a son of Elrond, who knows what could happen but I don't think it would be good." Elrohir agreed and the three stood to follow Yorrick to their room.
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