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Sirithilel: *cackles* You shall see
Wolfete: I will try to
Alina 11- Thanks for reading here is more.
Too all other reviewers thanks for reading hope you kepp enjoying
Title:Never Tell
Disclaimer: Don't own them never did no matter what my head says.
A/N: Thanks to my beta again All reviews are welcome all flames shall
be used to torture someone in my next fic.
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 3
He was awoken in the middle of the night to Baran screaming and
ranting. Estel had never heard such anger in all his life. He cowered
on his bed trying to make himself invisible.
Baran was not a bad man, he had just seen many things in his life.
All these things had turned a once kind caring man into a monster.
His will to be patient and caring had left long ago. If Elrond were
not the elven lord, he would have refused to keep the little heathen.
Baran entered the pantry eyes wild with rage, "Get up you worthless
piece of...."
Estel didn't hear the last thing as the belt connected with his
back. "No! Stop! What did I do?" Estel whimpered.
"You broke the glass door to the cupboard!" Baran yelled as another
lash fell across Estel's back.
"It was not me, perhaps it was Thad," Estel said, trying to duck the
next blow.
This only seemed to enrage Baran further. "How dare you try to blame
Thad!" Baran roared as he lashed Estel again.
Estel stopped whimpering and now just lay there praying it would end
soon. Baran at last stopped and snatched Estel from the floor. "Never
tell of this boy, for if you do, I swear I will tell your father what
a shame you are. Maybe then he will beat some sense into you."
Estel slowly made his way to his cot as Baran walked away. He was
afraid to lie down, for the welts on his body burned like fire. So he
just sat there pulling his knees up. Tears fell from his eyes from
the pain.
As the morning sun came into view Estel heard Baran shuffling around
in the kitchen, "Thad, where is my knife that I always carry?"
Thad entered the room and said, "I don't know, maybe the boy took
it."
Baran yelled for Estel and as he entered the kitchen he asked
him, "Did you take my knife?"
Estel shook his head, "No sir, I did not."
"We will see," Baran said as he glared at the boy.
Estel had not seen Thad sneak by him and place the knife under his
pillow. As Baran began to go through his things, Estel stood
watching. "So what is this then, boy?" Baran said holding the knife
he had found up.
Estel started backing up, fear clearly written in his eyes.
"I do not know how that got there," Estel said. Baran grabbed the
boy's hand. Estel tried to wrench his hand free. "Leave me alone or I
will tell my Ada!" he yelled.
This only made Baran laugh. He snatched Estel forward by his wrist
and they heard a sickening crack. Estel screamed in agony and held
his wrist which now hung limply, "Tell...tell, you will never tell
your father! For I will tell him you should be cast from his house
before you shame him further. You are worthless!"
Estel stood there blinking back the tears all defiance he had was now
gone.
"Get to the table NOW!"
Estel almost ran to the table and sat down. Baran and Thad had eggs
and toast with jam. All Estel got was the toast. As Baran and Thad
got up to leave, so did Estel.
"Where do you think you are going?" Estel stopped dead in his tracks
and looked up at Baran.
"Clear the table, and wash up the dishes." Baran told him.
As the two left out of the house Estel started to clear the table.
When he was done with the last dish, he went to his bag to find
something to wrap his wrist up with. It throbbed and ached something
terrible. He tried to fight back the tears, but they came. They
flowed and his chest heaved with each sob.
Later in the day, Baran and Thad returned with a deer that they had
killed. As they entered, Estel pretended to be asleep.
"Father, doesn't that elf come by tomorrow to check on the boy?"
Baran growled, "Yes he does, so mind your manners while he is here."
"Of course father, but what of the boy?"
"If he so much as breathes a word of this, I will personally teach
his father how to discipline him. Elrond should have thrown him out
long ago, for he will bring nothing but disgrace to him."
Estel having heard this cried himself to sleep as he said to
himself, "Never tell."
Porr Estel what shall he do???
Thinks on it know the answer *laughs and laughs*
Until next time
Sirithilel: *cackles* You shall see
Wolfete: I will try to
Alina 11- Thanks for reading here is more.
Too all other reviewers thanks for reading hope you kepp enjoying
Title:Never Tell
Disclaimer: Don't own them never did no matter what my head says.
A/N: Thanks to my beta again All reviews are welcome all flames shall
be used to torture someone in my next fic.
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 3
He was awoken in the middle of the night to Baran screaming and
ranting. Estel had never heard such anger in all his life. He cowered
on his bed trying to make himself invisible.
Baran was not a bad man, he had just seen many things in his life.
All these things had turned a once kind caring man into a monster.
His will to be patient and caring had left long ago. If Elrond were
not the elven lord, he would have refused to keep the little heathen.
Baran entered the pantry eyes wild with rage, "Get up you worthless
piece of...."
Estel didn't hear the last thing as the belt connected with his
back. "No! Stop! What did I do?" Estel whimpered.
"You broke the glass door to the cupboard!" Baran yelled as another
lash fell across Estel's back.
"It was not me, perhaps it was Thad," Estel said, trying to duck the
next blow.
This only seemed to enrage Baran further. "How dare you try to blame
Thad!" Baran roared as he lashed Estel again.
Estel stopped whimpering and now just lay there praying it would end
soon. Baran at last stopped and snatched Estel from the floor. "Never
tell of this boy, for if you do, I swear I will tell your father what
a shame you are. Maybe then he will beat some sense into you."
Estel slowly made his way to his cot as Baran walked away. He was
afraid to lie down, for the welts on his body burned like fire. So he
just sat there pulling his knees up. Tears fell from his eyes from
the pain.
As the morning sun came into view Estel heard Baran shuffling around
in the kitchen, "Thad, where is my knife that I always carry?"
Thad entered the room and said, "I don't know, maybe the boy took
it."
Baran yelled for Estel and as he entered the kitchen he asked
him, "Did you take my knife?"
Estel shook his head, "No sir, I did not."
"We will see," Baran said as he glared at the boy.
Estel had not seen Thad sneak by him and place the knife under his
pillow. As Baran began to go through his things, Estel stood
watching. "So what is this then, boy?" Baran said holding the knife
he had found up.
Estel started backing up, fear clearly written in his eyes.
"I do not know how that got there," Estel said. Baran grabbed the
boy's hand. Estel tried to wrench his hand free. "Leave me alone or I
will tell my Ada!" he yelled.
This only made Baran laugh. He snatched Estel forward by his wrist
and they heard a sickening crack. Estel screamed in agony and held
his wrist which now hung limply, "Tell...tell, you will never tell
your father! For I will tell him you should be cast from his house
before you shame him further. You are worthless!"
Estel stood there blinking back the tears all defiance he had was now
gone.
"Get to the table NOW!"
Estel almost ran to the table and sat down. Baran and Thad had eggs
and toast with jam. All Estel got was the toast. As Baran and Thad
got up to leave, so did Estel.
"Where do you think you are going?" Estel stopped dead in his tracks
and looked up at Baran.
"Clear the table, and wash up the dishes." Baran told him.
As the two left out of the house Estel started to clear the table.
When he was done with the last dish, he went to his bag to find
something to wrap his wrist up with. It throbbed and ached something
terrible. He tried to fight back the tears, but they came. They
flowed and his chest heaved with each sob.
Later in the day, Baran and Thad returned with a deer that they had
killed. As they entered, Estel pretended to be asleep.
"Father, doesn't that elf come by tomorrow to check on the boy?"
Baran growled, "Yes he does, so mind your manners while he is here."
"Of course father, but what of the boy?"
"If he so much as breathes a word of this, I will personally teach
his father how to discipline him. Elrond should have thrown him out
long ago, for he will bring nothing but disgrace to him."
Estel having heard this cried himself to sleep as he said to
himself, "Never tell."
Porr Estel what shall he do???
Thinks on it know the answer *laughs and laughs*
Until next time