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- Chapter Three----
It had only been six hours since the group of two Elves, one dwarf, two women and a man had set off from their rocky camp but already spirits were slowly rising.
The rain had ceased to an easy drizzle and the horses on which they travelled on had slowed down to a slow walk. Horizon upon horizon of grassy, rocky fields lay before them, glistening charmingly with the trickle of rain that showered them.
Silence hung over everyone except Legolas and Kendra.
"Are you spoiled? Do you have servants? What's your full name? Is being royal fun?" Kendra prodded Legolas in the back with a mischievous grin on her face and a very annoyed Legolas in front of her.
"Please Lady Kendra, will you refrain from attacking me further? And to answer your questions, no, yes, Legolas Thranduillion (A/N tell me if it's wrong) and yes, it is enjoyable." Legolas sighed and closed his eyes, the cool air brushing against his fair skin.
"Thranduillion? Doesn't that mean son of someone?" Kendra gazed at the slightly cloudy sky.
Legolas grinned; the child was a fast learner.
Ama watched on in a stone cold silence. Her smile was gone. It never had really been there, it was all fake, a wall she had learned to put up since the moment she woke. Ama could feel the wise eyes of Aragorn boring into her rudely but she ignored them.
Aiva was slightly slumped over in her seat in front of Ama. Sleep had overcome the weary woman and Ama took the cease of constant "are you Okays?" very gratefully.
Ama sighed heavily, it was all too hard. So badly had her body been abused. The burning, searing pain in between her swollen legs was near unbearable and the deep, horrendous shame constantly mocked Ama every time she tried to tell herself the rape was not her fault. Not her fault…
"But it was… you fool Amadrierith, you did not fight, you have brought shame to your kin!" Ama whispered to herself, her words unsure and shaky.
Ama stiffened when Legolas ever so slightly glanced in her direction.
She had to be more careful.
The days were shorter, night was now a flicker in the distance and Aragorn sighed.
"Stopping soon then lad?" Gimli questioned.
"No, nightfall is a trickster my friend. She hovers over us for many hours before finally deciding to cloak us in her velvety embrace." Aragorn tossed his head in Legolas' direction.
"Do you see something Legolas?" Aragorn paused on his horse Hasufel, standing beside Legolas, who had also stopped.
"Smoke. Very faint but not that far, another few minutes of riding slowly I'd say." Legolas kicked his horse Arod slightly then they both set off again, neither noticing Ama and Aiva had fallen behind.
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Ama was slipping further and further into the welcoming arms of slumber. Her wounds had started to reopen but she did not call out nor waken Aiva. She felt such a dire need to be strong, independent, as if to prove she was not some worthless Elf maiden that had been taken by Orcs.
The reins of Gimli's steed, Nimrandel, fell from Ama's grasp and a wave of nausea crashed over her mind as she slid to one side, falling off of Nimrandel and landing straight on her upper legs, tearing open her wounds and letting waves of blood run cold onto the harsh, soaking ground.
Aiva jolted upright and gave a sleepy yawn.
"Oh I'm sorry Ama I must have nod…" Aiva stopped in mid sentence when a short whimper, a very familiar whimper, echoed in her mind.
"Ama?" Aiva whispered, slowly turning around on the jumpy horse, nervous at the smell of blood.
"AMA!" Aiva screamed at the amount of blood poured from Ama's limp body.
Then the shock took over.
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"AMA!"
Legolas, Gimli, Kendra and Aragorn all jumped in their saddles and pulled their horses round firmly. Not far off were the blurry figures of Aiva and Ama.
Only Legolas could see the smudge of red at Ama's feet.
"Hurry!" Legolas snapped impatiently over his shoulder as he and Kendra cantered off, leaving a shocked Gimli and Aragorn behind.
Aragorn soon shook his head and kicked Hasufel gently, joining the four ahead.
As he and Gimli neared the scene, both their heads dropped in pity.
Aiva sat limply by Ama, her hands dripping in Ama's blood and her eyes gazing into the distance. Ama lay breathing shakily, her silver eyes hidden and blood covering her complete lower body in a skirt of crimson. Kendra hid behind Arod, not wishing to take in the scene before her.
Legolas was by the two females sides in a flash of blonde and green, his pack was whipped out and blue eyes darkened in concern as he placed herbs in the palm of his hands, not sure where to put them.
"Her stomach… her… in between her legs master Legolas." Kendra shakily came out in front of Arod's grey-flecked white body. Aragorn suddenly noticed how small she was, standing there with her torn dress and matted ginger hair. Dull blue eyes stared helplessly at her almost sisters.
Legolas nodded unsurely and took a deep breath.
No matter what wound it was, it had to be treated.
Legolas reached out to pull up the bodice of Ama's dress but drew back quickly when heart-wrenching screams echoed aloud into the tense air.
Aiva sat up slightly but did not move. The rest of the group watched in complete horror as Ama arched her back and pulled dangerously at her hair.
Rain poured into Ama's wide open, screaming mouth, the rain steadily grew faster and faster, pounding against her skin. Ama raked her nails along the ground and twisted along the floor.
She had lost control and now she could not stop as she raked her nails against her skin, cracked and with mud in the splits. Deep scores of red turned into tiny prickles of wine red blood. Gashes appeared and high-pitched screams continued.
Kendra clutched her ears and darted forward in the rain, her hair plastered to her tortured face. She sat on top of Ama and pinned her down, stopping the constant scratching.
"It's me Ama! Me! Kendra! Your sister, I am here for you! I love you! STOP!!" Kendra collapsed onto Ama and sobbed into her heaving chest.
Ama stared at Kendra for a few seconds then blinked. Rain mixed with her tears as she held Kendra tight.
"I am so sorry… it's just too hard Mellon…" Ama sat up and rocked Kendra back and forth on her lap.
Aiva simply collapsed into a lying position; she was exhausted, and thoroughly guilty. She had sat and watched the insanity, but her body had refused her minds will to help.
Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn stood in the rain, not knowing what to do, the horror had not left their faces and they too eventually collapsed to the mud soaked ground.
Ama was right, it was too hard.
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Hope you enjoyed it; I kind of got the whole, going insane thing from one of my poems, called Insanity. Well, the next update might be soon! Please read and review!