Sorry for the wait! Oh, my new name is Avari Minuial.

Also, in this chapter, when I say 'barely more than children' I mean that they had just passed majority.

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Glorfindel woke up late the next morning. He blinked and slowly sat up, looking around the room. By the Valar, it wasn't a dream. He shook his head and brought his hand up to check his shoulder. He winced. His shoulder was stiff and sore, and it hurt when he tried to move his arm. Hopefully today I'll remember not to ask any questions.

He heard the door open and he looked over, hoping it was Legolas. Unfortunately, it wasn't. "Good morning, master elf!" the young girl said, walking over to his bed. She sat a bundle of clothes next to him. "We haven't had time to repair your clothes yet, but we managed to find you something to wear." She studied him for a moment, and then looked back at the clothes. "I do hope they fit." She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him a pair of leggings, then watched as he stared at the clothes in his hands.

Glorfindel just sat there, feeling very thankful that he was still covered by the blanket, and waited for the girl to leave. After a few moments he realized that she had no intention of doing so. "Umm, could you…?" he glanced at the door, then back at the girl.

She stared at him for a moment, and then stood. "I apologize, master elf." She smiled shyly at him before walked slowly towards the door. Before she left, she glanced back at him. "I'll be back in a few moments to help you with your shirt." Then she left, closing the door behind her.

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Legolas winced slightly as he sat down; the customer from the night before was much more… larger than he was used to as he was surprised that he didn't tear. If the man hadn't been as gentle as he had been, Legolas probably would have.

He sighed, glancing around the kitchen as he and the other workers were served breakfast. Since they were only required to work from noon to just after midnight, it was rare that any of them were awake before late morning.

Legolas quietly ate his scrambled eggs, gazing dully at the table. With no customers in sight, none of the workers felt like being cheerful, especially since they were barely awake.

Legolas shifted, pushing his empty plate away, and glanced down at his clothes to make sure he hadn't gotten anything on them. Today, he had chosen to wear an extremely short pale blue loincloth (one that barely covered him) and sandals that laced up his calves; he wore no shirt.

He smiled; today he was reserved for one of his favorite customers, a man who was originally from Rohan but had moved to this small village six years ago. Every two weeks, he purchased Legolas for an entire day.

Legolas really enjoyed this man; he was gentle, compassionate, and inventive. Not to mention he also tipped extremely well.

Legolas looked up as a bell rung; it was time to get to work.

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Glorfindel sighed, looking out the window. He hadn't seen Legolas all day and was extremely worried. Especially knowing what he did about Legolas' job. 'Valar, how could a prince he a whore?!' he wondered, shaking his head. 'Doesn't he know how dangerous it is? What if he gets hurt? What if he gets killed? Or raped?!' He frowned at that thought; was it possible to rape a whore? Would anyone believe rape had been committed if the victim was a whore?

Glorfindel sucked in a breath, his worry increased tenfold. 'What if he's already been raped?!' That might explain what he was doing here. He and his sister had been barely more than children when they ran away. They would have had no way to make money in the human world. It was very possible that they had been attacked and later convinced that that was the only way for them to make money.

'Valar,' Glorfindel thought, his face pale. 'He was raped.'

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A/N: Once again sorry for the delay and sorry for the short chapter.