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Elize looked out the window. After being kidnapped, she had been auctioned off like she was nothing, most unfortunately to a bartender who nothing about the care of hobbits. All he knew was that they were wide. Knowing this, he assumed that they did not need to eat much, or they would not gain weight so easily, not realizing that they had to eat very much and that it was quite impressive that they managed to eat much more. So silently she sat, when the bartender was away, wasting away by the window.
There was a reason she sat so diligently by the window, for she believed that someone she knew would come looking for her, see her in the window, and come rescue her. Only it had been a week now, and she neither saw one she knew nor one who looked through the window; it being a second story window it was out of where a person and definitely where hobbit would normally look.
Her once happy life was truly miserable. She only had to do basic housework, but the bartender lived in a flat above his bar to which he always kept his door locked (more to keep the unruly customers out than the young hobbit in) and she was always being battered with a combination of noise and stench.
That was when, to her great surprise, she saw a familiar figure in the distance: Aragorn. Finally she was to be saved from this wretched place! As the ranger drew near, however, she heard feet coming up the stairs and she was pulled away from the window by a friend of the bartenders, and she was tied and gagged. He had been sitting outside the bar, you see, and when he saw the ranger he warned the bartender who gave him permission (and a key) to go upstairs and keep the hobbit from being discovered.
A few floorboards were pulled up, and she was shoved down beneath them, and they were replaced. She heard beneath her Aragorn and the bartender arguing as to whether or not Aragorn had any right to enter his flat. Elize tried to get to the ceiling tile, which she may be able to scoot out of the way, and she would fall through the ceiling to where Aragorn was and he could heal any wounds she had. She would go home. She would be free.
She finally made it down to the ceiling tile when apparently Aragorn had won the argument, because now he was going up the stairs. She would now have to pull herself back up in order to get Aragorn's attention, most likely by making muffled gagging noises. However, from being half starved, exhausted, and bound, she could not pull herself up, so she came up with a new plan. She would wait until he went back down the stairs, then pull out a ceiling tile and drop down.
This plan turned out to be impossible to execute, as she discovered when Aragorn walked down the stairs, for her hands were tied behind her back and she did not have enough room to flip over. Her next approach was to attempt kicking the tiles out of the way, which proved to be just as possible. She despaired as she heard Aragorn leave the bar.
Soon after, the floorboards were pulled way and they noticed she had fallen through. They joked about it as they pulled her out, but she did not listen to the words. They untied her then exited and she went to the window, to see no sign of Aragorn. He had already completely left, and she realized, even if someone who would know she did not belong there came, they would never know she was there.
She got one last desperate plan of escape, she would jump out the window! If she died, she still would no longer be a slave as she surely would forever be if she did not, and if she lived she could run away and escape. She pulled open the window and jumped out, and when she landed, she landed on her chest. She could not breath and the pain was great, and once again the thing she did not figure for had happened. She was alive, but in such a shape that she surely would not escape. She got up and staggered across the street, fortunately it was not a busy time, and got to a bakery that was directly across from the bar, which she entered and collapsed.
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Aragorn left, though he knew the hobbit was most likely there, because he did not know what condition she would be in, and if there was a struggle she may be killed. He had decided that it would be easier to simply sneak in there tonight, find her, and leave with her, especially since she may not even be hidden if no one expected his return. When he would return that night he would not find a trace of her in the house, just a splash of hobbit blood beneath the window she once looked out.
Elize looked out the window. After being kidnapped, she had been auctioned off like she was nothing, most unfortunately to a bartender who nothing about the care of hobbits. All he knew was that they were wide. Knowing this, he assumed that they did not need to eat much, or they would not gain weight so easily, not realizing that they had to eat very much and that it was quite impressive that they managed to eat much more. So silently she sat, when the bartender was away, wasting away by the window.
There was a reason she sat so diligently by the window, for she believed that someone she knew would come looking for her, see her in the window, and come rescue her. Only it had been a week now, and she neither saw one she knew nor one who looked through the window; it being a second story window it was out of where a person and definitely where hobbit would normally look.
Her once happy life was truly miserable. She only had to do basic housework, but the bartender lived in a flat above his bar to which he always kept his door locked (more to keep the unruly customers out than the young hobbit in) and she was always being battered with a combination of noise and stench.
That was when, to her great surprise, she saw a familiar figure in the distance: Aragorn. Finally she was to be saved from this wretched place! As the ranger drew near, however, she heard feet coming up the stairs and she was pulled away from the window by a friend of the bartenders, and she was tied and gagged. He had been sitting outside the bar, you see, and when he saw the ranger he warned the bartender who gave him permission (and a key) to go upstairs and keep the hobbit from being discovered.
A few floorboards were pulled up, and she was shoved down beneath them, and they were replaced. She heard beneath her Aragorn and the bartender arguing as to whether or not Aragorn had any right to enter his flat. Elize tried to get to the ceiling tile, which she may be able to scoot out of the way, and she would fall through the ceiling to where Aragorn was and he could heal any wounds she had. She would go home. She would be free.
She finally made it down to the ceiling tile when apparently Aragorn had won the argument, because now he was going up the stairs. She would now have to pull herself back up in order to get Aragorn's attention, most likely by making muffled gagging noises. However, from being half starved, exhausted, and bound, she could not pull herself up, so she came up with a new plan. She would wait until he went back down the stairs, then pull out a ceiling tile and drop down.
This plan turned out to be impossible to execute, as she discovered when Aragorn walked down the stairs, for her hands were tied behind her back and she did not have enough room to flip over. Her next approach was to attempt kicking the tiles out of the way, which proved to be just as possible. She despaired as she heard Aragorn leave the bar.
Soon after, the floorboards were pulled way and they noticed she had fallen through. They joked about it as they pulled her out, but she did not listen to the words. They untied her then exited and she went to the window, to see no sign of Aragorn. He had already completely left, and she realized, even if someone who would know she did not belong there came, they would never know she was there.
She got one last desperate plan of escape, she would jump out the window! If she died, she still would no longer be a slave as she surely would forever be if she did not, and if she lived she could run away and escape. She pulled open the window and jumped out, and when she landed, she landed on her chest. She could not breath and the pain was great, and once again the thing she did not figure for had happened. She was alive, but in such a shape that she surely would not escape. She got up and staggered across the street, fortunately it was not a busy time, and got to a bakery that was directly across from the bar, which she entered and collapsed.
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Aragorn left, though he knew the hobbit was most likely there, because he did not know what condition she would be in, and if there was a struggle she may be killed. He had decided that it would be easier to simply sneak in there tonight, find her, and leave with her, especially since she may not even be hidden if no one expected his return. When he would return that night he would not find a trace of her in the house, just a splash of hobbit blood beneath the window she once looked out.