Title: Pseudonym
Author: Lauren
Editor: Ed the Editor (whom really exists)
(for disclaimer and summary see chapter 1)
To my reviewers:
Everybody came really close. But, well, I'm not going to tell you the answer. You'll have to read the chapter. Gives everyone cookies anyway.
Lady of Middle Earth - I love surprises. Well, here's your next chapter only a few hours late. (I was busy last night, my school had their first football game and I went to it.)
Daisy Princess - *scrolls down the page* Hey look! A half-assed cliffy! Hehe. I think that might be the last one. :cry:
Lady Idhril - I'm glad you aren't mobbing me because my editor plans on doing it, using (and I quote) torches, swords, bows, butterscotch pudding, duct tape, and the little plastic thingys on the end of shoelaces, aw heck their carrying the who freaken shoe. (end quote) Well, here's my next chapter, oh faithful reviewer.
Innocent Immortal - You win, I give. It was the evil invisible ninja hamster. Gives her an Orlando Bloom plushy with its head chopped off. Meep! *hides in fort*
WARNING! This is the chapter in which this story is rated R for! There is nothing graphic, I promise. However, if you don't like attempted rape, don't read it!
A/N: Well everyone, only two more chapters after this one. It's getting good!
~*Chapter 9: The Truth*~
"What do you mean? The rest of eternity?" Elenion started to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Let me start from the beginning, but first let's get a little more comfortable." Vanwathulë waved his hand slightly and a pair of chains came up out of the middle of the floor. He nodded to Adrian, who forced Duriel onto her knees in between the chains. He untied her hands and locked them into place, forcing her to stay on her knees. "It all really started about one thousand years ago. When a oracle, working for a great king, saw the future. She said that someday two beings will come into this world on the same day at the same time. The pair would be of different parents and different cities. Either the beings themselves or the one who brought them together would recite a difficult spell and from them would come a power great enough to rule over all other people and creatures."
"And Ele-Duriel and I are these two?"
"Yes. Your part here Elenion is over. Adrian, take him to the dungeons, do with him what you like, but don't kill him."
"Yes, father. It will be my pleasure." Adrian smiled wickedly as he signaled some guards to get Elenion and follow him.
When they had gone Vanwathulë directed his attention back to Duriel. "Ah, now you I have more to tell." He bent down and tilted her chin up so that she was looking him in the eyes. "I know that you are wondering why you haven't been able to fight back. You see, using this necklace, I have been able to control you. Not while you were in Anbrethil, you were too far away, but now I could control your every movement, but it drains me of power so I have just been able to give you little "twinges" in your body to render you helpless. Don't even think about taking the necklace off, it is bound to you now and it is made with the strongest of metals, I doubt any weapon lower than the finest elven blade could cut through it. Speaking of elven blades," Vanwathulë took her daggers out of her belt and threw them against the wall. They stuck there wobbling back and forth. "You won't be needing those anymore."
"I'm sure that is not all you wanted to tell me, there is more, I see it in your eyes."
"I was reluctant to tell you this at first, but I have decided now would be the best time," he walked around her as he continued to talk. "What the perfect little warrior I have created, but, alas I cannot give myself all the credit, both your parents are renowned warriors."
"What? I though...you..."
"You did not really think I was your father, we have so many differences. You are too elvish to be my daughter."
"But then, who are my real parents?"
"The lord Esgalon and Lady Amariswen. I have one more thing to tell you before you leave, seeing as how you could not keep your real name for fear of being found out, I gave you the name Duriel. Your real name is Aralataien."
She gasped as she realized that was what the old lady in the forest had called her. Everything she had said was coming true. Her past had reveled itself and her life was changing.
She was brought out of her thought when she heard her father talking to the guard in the room. "Captain Rahane, take special care of her."
Rahane smiled wickedly and took her by the arm. She realized then that she had been unchained while they were talking, she could have run, or could she have?
He led her out of the hall and down one of the hallways leading to the soldier's quarters. "I have special plans for you, my dear elf." He came to a door and unlocked it with the keys on his belt. The room was furnished with a bed, dresser, and a few other odd things. He laid her on the bed and began to unbutton her front tunic. When she realized what he was doing she tried to struggle, but to no avail, the spell held her too tight. When that was off he ripped the shirt underneath and ran his fingers down her chest. He went all the way to her leggings which he pulled off. Rahane stood back to admire her flawless body. He began to remove all his clothes. When he was finished, she closed her eyes to what she knew was about to come next, but it never came. She heard a twang, that she instantly recognized as a bow string, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar elf crouching over Rahane's dead body.
"Endmacar! How did you-," she realized she was naked and pulled up a blanket on the end of the bed to cover herself.
"Get dressed, I need you to help me find my brother."
"I can't, I'm under a spell, I need you to remove my necklace."
He walked over to her and searched the chain for a clasp. "There's no clasp."
"You have to cut it with an elvish blade. You have one, right?"
He rolled his eyes at her. "I only carry the finest." He took a dagger out of his belt and slipped it under the chain. He pulled back on the dagger and the chain and star went flying across the room.
"Thank you. I-"
"There's no need for explanation, I know all about you, Aralataien."
She began to put her clothes on, but realized her undershirt was too ripped to wear. Endmacar noticed this too and began to search through the dresser, he found one and threw it at her. She put it on and buttoned up her tunic. "Why did you save me?"
"I believed you to be the only one to help me find my brother. I also cannot stand to see an respectable elf go to waste at the hands of a human."
"You chanced upon this room?"
"Pretty much. Come on, let's go find my brother."
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Elenion was chained to a wall in one of the deepest dungeons in the mountain. He watched Adrian as he picked up various tools and set them on a separate table. He then picked one up from his selected few and walked over to Elenion. "I have been wanting to do this ever since I met you, elf." He uncurled the whip from his hand and brought it across Elenion's chest, again and again. "How does that feel, elf?"
Elenion said nothing, just took the pain in and kept on staring at his captor.
"I wonder how much it will take to make you scream." Seeing that he wasn't getting the desire affect from this tool, he went back to his table and picked up a different whip. As Adrian brought it over, there was a dull glitter off of it in some places. Elenion realized that those were pieces of metal sticking out. "Like my new toy, elf?" He brought it down across and already bleeding welt. Elenion cringed ever so slightly, he didn't know how long he could hold up, but he hoped some kind of help was on the way.
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