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Elize felt her body being jerked awake by a large, rough hand. She'd been so frightened, she must have fainted. She opened her eyes to find that she could not see, she could tell that she had not lost her sight, but was blindfolded, because little rays of light illuminated the small folds of her blindfold. She felt rope across her wrists, and when she tried to move her hands to push herself off of the ground she realized that they were tied. She tried to reach up to her blindfold to take it off, but she felt the rope around her wrists tug, and she realized that someone was trying to lead her like a horse. She pulled herself standing, and followed. She noticed that she was no longer outside, for she felt no wind and she was walking on wooden planks, not rocks and soil.
"Who are you? Where are we?" Elize cried out.
A deep voice responded, laughing, "Best not talk, or people won't want you. If people don't want you, we grind you up and sell you that way!"
Elize gasped, but said nothing, fearing that what he said was true. The man had only been trying to scare her, but she did not understand that if this was done even these wicked men would be appalled.
She heard another voice call out, "This hobbit may not be strong yet, but as a young, healthy hobbit she should be easy to train, and if you work her, she may get strong yet! Let's start the bid at ten coins!"
"Fifteen!"
"Twenty!"
"Twenty five!"
"I hear twenty five, anyone want to increase the bid? Sold for twenty five coins!"
Upon hearing this, Elize cried. She felt like a piece of furniture, or a lamp. She was lead off stage, and the man who bought her came backstage, paid, took her and left. This man chose not to use the lead rope, but carried her, for he did not feel like taking his time. She was loaded into a wagon, and she felt her legs being tied. She took her blindfold off now, but she was surrounded by luggage, so it didn't do her much good.
After a few minutes, they arrived at their destination. The man shoved her into a sack with his luggage, and she felt him lifting up the sack and moving around a bit before finally he put her down and opened the bag.
"Here's a list of chores to do. Get started," said the man, handing her a piece of paper.
Trying to sound brave, Elize said, "A-and if I don't?"
From her it sounded like a beaten dog's whimper than an act of rebellion. The stuttering most definitely did not help.
"Then I cut off your limbs, toss you outside, and get a new slave."
Elize whimpered, and scurried off to do the first thing on the list.
Elize felt her body being jerked awake by a large, rough hand. She'd been so frightened, she must have fainted. She opened her eyes to find that she could not see, she could tell that she had not lost her sight, but was blindfolded, because little rays of light illuminated the small folds of her blindfold. She felt rope across her wrists, and when she tried to move her hands to push herself off of the ground she realized that they were tied. She tried to reach up to her blindfold to take it off, but she felt the rope around her wrists tug, and she realized that someone was trying to lead her like a horse. She pulled herself standing, and followed. She noticed that she was no longer outside, for she felt no wind and she was walking on wooden planks, not rocks and soil.
"Who are you? Where are we?" Elize cried out.
A deep voice responded, laughing, "Best not talk, or people won't want you. If people don't want you, we grind you up and sell you that way!"
Elize gasped, but said nothing, fearing that what he said was true. The man had only been trying to scare her, but she did not understand that if this was done even these wicked men would be appalled.
She heard another voice call out, "This hobbit may not be strong yet, but as a young, healthy hobbit she should be easy to train, and if you work her, she may get strong yet! Let's start the bid at ten coins!"
"Fifteen!"
"Twenty!"
"Twenty five!"
"I hear twenty five, anyone want to increase the bid? Sold for twenty five coins!"
Upon hearing this, Elize cried. She felt like a piece of furniture, or a lamp. She was lead off stage, and the man who bought her came backstage, paid, took her and left. This man chose not to use the lead rope, but carried her, for he did not feel like taking his time. She was loaded into a wagon, and she felt her legs being tied. She took her blindfold off now, but she was surrounded by luggage, so it didn't do her much good.
After a few minutes, they arrived at their destination. The man shoved her into a sack with his luggage, and she felt him lifting up the sack and moving around a bit before finally he put her down and opened the bag.
"Here's a list of chores to do. Get started," said the man, handing her a piece of paper.
Trying to sound brave, Elize said, "A-and if I don't?"
From her it sounded like a beaten dog's whimper than an act of rebellion. The stuttering most definitely did not help.
"Then I cut off your limbs, toss you outside, and get a new slave."
Elize whimpered, and scurried off to do the first thing on the list.