A Slave Named Amy
By Jade Limill
Chapter 8
Lord Derrick saw ten warriors head out of the valley.
Probably looking for for me' he thought glumly. By the time they find my trail, Amy and I will be long gone.' He smirked.
He also saw the twins head out, and decided to follow them. They had given him Amy's whereabouts before, they might again.
"Eld, why can't we see Amy? What things does our ada speak of?" Elrohir asked.
"I don't know, Rohi. I think we should trust his judgment and leave her alone. We don't even know where she stays."
"I do. Second floor, guest wing. Right next to Glorfindel's room. Glorfindel's gone too."
"Shut up! Oh, Valar, I hope no one heard that. It's supposed to be a secret." Elladan reprimanded.
Lord Derrick only smirked, and planned how to get Amy back, now that in knew where she stayed.
Lindir's eyes refocused when he heard a noise. He carefully disentangled himself from Amy and got up to search for his clothes. He knew he was planning to stay the rest of the night with her.
After he had his leggings on, he decided to forsake his tunic and get back in bed with Amy. He had no sooner laid down again and wrapped his arms around her when Lord Derrick crept into the room.
Lord Derrick was a heavy man with a strange mustache that hung down past his mouth. He had reddish brown hair and beady black eyes.
Lindir stayed still and squeezed Amy briefly, waking her, though she also stayed silent when Lindir put a finger to her lips. Apparently Lord Derrick had yet to Lindir.
"Wake up, little Amy, it's time to go home," Lord Derrick sing-sang. Amy popped her head and shrieked, while Lindir used that as a distraction to slide off the bed and get his harp.
"Shut up, whore! We are going home, QUIETLY, and without that hawk of yours!" Lord Derrick hissed at her, while she was too scared to comment that her friend was a falcon.
He never saw Lindir come up behind him and knock him out with the harp, breaking some strings in the process. Lord Derrick crumpled to the floor.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private, where we would not be interrupted, until morning, at least," Lindir said.
Soon they had locked Lord Derrick in Glorfindel's room, knowing it would be a good place since he was gone, and were soon in Lindir's room, doing. . . . things.
A/N: Short, I know, and Derrick really should have put up more of a struggle, but whatever. Please Review! I live off of them! And food, and water, and candy, and sugar cubes. . . . but that's not the point!
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leggylover4ever- Sorry about the grammar mistakes and typing errors. I use spellcheck when I remember, but Sometimes I for get. Thanks for reminding me!
By Jade Limill
Chapter 8
Lord Derrick saw ten warriors head out of the valley.
Probably looking for for me' he thought glumly. By the time they find my trail, Amy and I will be long gone.' He smirked.
He also saw the twins head out, and decided to follow them. They had given him Amy's whereabouts before, they might again.
"Eld, why can't we see Amy? What things does our ada speak of?" Elrohir asked.
"I don't know, Rohi. I think we should trust his judgment and leave her alone. We don't even know where she stays."
"I do. Second floor, guest wing. Right next to Glorfindel's room. Glorfindel's gone too."
"Shut up! Oh, Valar, I hope no one heard that. It's supposed to be a secret." Elladan reprimanded.
Lord Derrick only smirked, and planned how to get Amy back, now that in knew where she stayed.
Lindir's eyes refocused when he heard a noise. He carefully disentangled himself from Amy and got up to search for his clothes. He knew he was planning to stay the rest of the night with her.
After he had his leggings on, he decided to forsake his tunic and get back in bed with Amy. He had no sooner laid down again and wrapped his arms around her when Lord Derrick crept into the room.
Lord Derrick was a heavy man with a strange mustache that hung down past his mouth. He had reddish brown hair and beady black eyes.
Lindir stayed still and squeezed Amy briefly, waking her, though she also stayed silent when Lindir put a finger to her lips. Apparently Lord Derrick had yet to Lindir.
"Wake up, little Amy, it's time to go home," Lord Derrick sing-sang. Amy popped her head and shrieked, while Lindir used that as a distraction to slide off the bed and get his harp.
"Shut up, whore! We are going home, QUIETLY, and without that hawk of yours!" Lord Derrick hissed at her, while she was too scared to comment that her friend was a falcon.
He never saw Lindir come up behind him and knock him out with the harp, breaking some strings in the process. Lord Derrick crumpled to the floor.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private, where we would not be interrupted, until morning, at least," Lindir said.
Soon they had locked Lord Derrick in Glorfindel's room, knowing it would be a good place since he was gone, and were soon in Lindir's room, doing. . . . things.
A/N: Short, I know, and Derrick really should have put up more of a struggle, but whatever. Please Review! I live off of them! And food, and water, and candy, and sugar cubes. . . . but that's not the point!
Replies:
leggylover4ever- Sorry about the grammar mistakes and typing errors. I use spellcheck when I remember, but Sometimes I for get. Thanks for reminding me!