A Slave Named Amy
by Jade Limill
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, with the exception of Amy and Lord Derrick, and Nimrome. And a great imagination, combined with the need for mental help.
Chapter 1
Amy ran through the forest. She had been running for the past three days without stopping. She was running from Lord Derrick, her owner. Amy was a slave. She had been responsible for piking the reeds that made baskets and furniture. No one had ever escaped Lord Derrick before. But then, no one had ever been able to talk to animals like Amy could, either.
"He's almost to the edge of the fir trees, Amy," her falcon-friend said.
"Thanks Stormwing, now I only have to figure out how far back that is. Why can't you just tell me in miles?" Amy gasped out.
"It is hard for me to tell what a mile is," he replied. "But you should try to go faster. He is catching up."
Amy obediently ran faster. The forest was giving way to a valley. In the valley was a city, made entirely of wood. She knew it to be Rivendell. It was a legend among the slaves. It was said that whoever reached there had a safe haven. If they got past the guards.
Two dark-haired elves dropped down in front of her, and she ran into them, falling down. They would be the guards she had to get past.
What do you want in Rivendell?" One asked. Amy thought it best to tell the truth.
"I come for safe haven from Lord Derrick," she answered. They remained impassive.
"Who is this Lord Derrick?" The other one inquired.
"He is the man who owns me. I ran away, and he will kill me if he catches me." The two argued a little in elvish and finally reached an agreement.
"Lindir will take you to Imladris. Be quick, I will hold this Lord Derrick off," the first one said.
The other one, Lindir, helped Amy up and took her and, leading her towards the city. Amy got to the borders before she collapsed.
"When was the last time you ate?" Lindir asked.
"Four days ago, maybe longer."
"And when did you last sleep?" He asked.
"I can't remember," Amy admitted softly.
Lindir picked her up and carried her into the biggest house, where he set her down on a bed and left.
He came back a few minutes later, with a tray laden with food. He set it down and handed her a bowl of broth. She almost dumped it on herself because she was shaking so bad.
he quickly took the broth from her and spooned a little into her mouth. She thought she would be sick. her stomach hurt, it was rejecting food after being so long without. After the bowl was empty, she felt tired.
He drugged me' she thought to herself.
"I didn't have to," he responded to her thought as if she had said it out loud.
Lord Derrick had been following Amy for three days. He knew she hadn't stopped, and she would collapse soon.
An elf dropped down in front of him. The elf had black hair spilling over his shoulders, with dark eyes to match.
"What business have you in Riven dell?" The elf asked.
"I have come for my slave, a teenage girl with wild brown hair. Have you seen her?"
"She is not near Rivendell. Slave owners are not welcome here. Go now," the elf said.
"I know she came through here. She is my property, and I demand to know where she is! I know you have seen her and I demand you give her back!" Lord Derrick demanded.
"No," the elf replied evenly. He never saw the knife coming.
Lord Derrick continued on his way towards Amy.
A/N: Uh-oh. In case you haven't guessed yet, the elf is now dead.
Also, there will be nine chapters in this story, and I will update whenever I have time. This story is completely written, but it's not typed up yet. Please people, no flames, but please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, with the exception of Amy and Lord Derrick, and Nimrome. And a great imagination, combined with the need for mental help.
Chapter 1
Amy ran through the forest. She had been running for the past three days without stopping. She was running from Lord Derrick, her owner. Amy was a slave. She had been responsible for piking the reeds that made baskets and furniture. No one had ever escaped Lord Derrick before. But then, no one had ever been able to talk to animals like Amy could, either.
"He's almost to the edge of the fir trees, Amy," her falcon-friend said.
"Thanks Stormwing, now I only have to figure out how far back that is. Why can't you just tell me in miles?" Amy gasped out.
"It is hard for me to tell what a mile is," he replied. "But you should try to go faster. He is catching up."
Amy obediently ran faster. The forest was giving way to a valley. In the valley was a city, made entirely of wood. She knew it to be Rivendell. It was a legend among the slaves. It was said that whoever reached there had a safe haven. If they got past the guards.
Two dark-haired elves dropped down in front of her, and she ran into them, falling down. They would be the guards she had to get past.
What do you want in Rivendell?" One asked. Amy thought it best to tell the truth.
"I come for safe haven from Lord Derrick," she answered. They remained impassive.
"Who is this Lord Derrick?" The other one inquired.
"He is the man who owns me. I ran away, and he will kill me if he catches me." The two argued a little in elvish and finally reached an agreement.
"Lindir will take you to Imladris. Be quick, I will hold this Lord Derrick off," the first one said.
The other one, Lindir, helped Amy up and took her and, leading her towards the city. Amy got to the borders before she collapsed.
"When was the last time you ate?" Lindir asked.
"Four days ago, maybe longer."
"And when did you last sleep?" He asked.
"I can't remember," Amy admitted softly.
Lindir picked her up and carried her into the biggest house, where he set her down on a bed and left.
He came back a few minutes later, with a tray laden with food. He set it down and handed her a bowl of broth. She almost dumped it on herself because she was shaking so bad.
he quickly took the broth from her and spooned a little into her mouth. She thought she would be sick. her stomach hurt, it was rejecting food after being so long without. After the bowl was empty, she felt tired.
He drugged me' she thought to herself.
"I didn't have to," he responded to her thought as if she had said it out loud.
Lord Derrick had been following Amy for three days. He knew she hadn't stopped, and she would collapse soon.
An elf dropped down in front of him. The elf had black hair spilling over his shoulders, with dark eyes to match.
"What business have you in Riven dell?" The elf asked.
"I have come for my slave, a teenage girl with wild brown hair. Have you seen her?"
"She is not near Rivendell. Slave owners are not welcome here. Go now," the elf said.
"I know she came through here. She is my property, and I demand to know where she is! I know you have seen her and I demand you give her back!" Lord Derrick demanded.
"No," the elf replied evenly. He never saw the knife coming.
Lord Derrick continued on his way towards Amy.
A/N: Uh-oh. In case you haven't guessed yet, the elf is now dead.
Also, there will be nine chapters in this story, and I will update whenever I have time. This story is completely written, but it's not typed up yet. Please people, no flames, but please review.