Okay people...I'm drained of any and all disclaimers, especially for lotr, so
here you go. Don't own it. Don't sue.
Also, my flippin email refuses to work. For some strange reason it won't let me type-at all. So yeah, I'll be responding to fanfic emails here (I've no idea how I'm gonna communicate with half my friends, but that's not your problem) but yeah, I'm a little-okay a lot- too lazy to go crawling to my dad for help just yet. Okay!
First off, stormbringer. Um, I don't know how to say this, but hasn't your mother ever told you NOT to give your real name to strangers you meet on the Internet? How do you know I'm not some 40-year-old creep who's done time for rape and Internet fraud? And if you checked your emails closely, you'd see that I give people the name Leslee Denem. No, that's not my REAL name, but yeah, I'll respond to it. I don't want to sound antagonistic, or even like your mother, but I feel very strongly about protecting yourself. We writers have a thin veil keeping us from being exposed to the world, and I hate to see people cross it with stupid mistakes like giving people their name. I'd love to be your friend, but it would be kinda hard if you just stop writing, and then a few weeks later I get a flyer in the mail saying that you've been missing and are presumed dead. I'd be very sad for you. I don't use AIM, sadly, or I'd give it to you. I do, however, use MSN messenger, if you have that. It's the same as my email, so if you're ever on, drop me a line. Oh, and I might just be having a major brain fart, but who in the Lord's name is Kandy?
Next, In The Depp End, it's good to see you back. You're one of the few names I've recognized in reviews to this story, and it's good to see a familiar face around here. Kinky, eh? Hehe (taps fingers together evilly) the plot thickens...there will be a twist! Not as bad as my Menla story, but a twist nonetheless.
M.A.D. –congratulations, that is the shortest review I've ever gotten, but I appreciate the gesture. Thanks.
Banana- I'm glad you like it. Like I said to In The Depp End, there is a twist, and a lot of surprises. Hehe...
RivendellWriter- thanks, but who said she was an elf? (looks around frantically at her scattered pages) I know I didn't. A cliché? I don't even think I know what that is (kicks herself for having such a poor vocabulary) but yeah, Word says it's a line, or a walnut, neither of which makes any sense in your dialogue, so if you could dumb it down in another email (holy crap do I sound stupid, but oh well) I'd be much obliged.
Sorry that took so long peoples, but here's chapter 2!
Chapter two
Strider
The two men pushed Amyla through the door, muttering something that sounded like "not fair." They quickly cut her bindings and made for the door. She was glad to be rid of them once they left, but the echoing sound of the door slamming and the hollow turn of the key in the lock made her feel like they had just sentenced her to a fate worse than death. And it slowly came to her that they really had. For a moment, she felt like she and those men were allies, and they had just abandoned her. She felt a tear roll down her face, and she slowly started to shake as this horribly surreal fate finally focused into reality. She still hadn't accepted that her family was gone, and now it hit her anew, how bad everything was. The images of those men entering her tent late that night came flashing into her mind. They had dragged one of her relatives from her bed, and when she resisted, they slit her throat. Amyla had ducked out the back with one of the younger children, hoping to get him out. They had run, but hadn't made it far. They were found, and brought back to the camp. She pled for her family's lives, but the men had taken no notice of her. They slaughtered her people one by one, in front of her eyes. She alone had survived, and that was only because the men wanted to make a profit off of her.
And that brought her back to where she was. In a darkened room, with nothing but a bed, two chairs under a table by the window, and a cold fireplace. She was all alone, with no one except the man who had just bought her. She was scared, not only of her future, but of the man as well. He had seemed kind, perhaps even loving, but she learned long ago that looks could be deceiving. He could be hash, bitter, cold, and ruthless. He had, after all, just bought another living person as a slave. That showed that he didn't have high morals, and very well could force her to do things against her will. From what she saw of him, he was certainly strong enough to pin her to the bed if she gave him the chance, and she knew she was in no condition to fight him. It was all up to him now; her fate, and spirit, lay in his hands. He could crush them both in one fell swoop, or he could be her foundation to build and grow on.
As she contemplated her new life, she heard a key in the door. She froze as the doorknob turned and the man they called Strider entered the room, quickly locking it behind him. He glanced at her once while doing this, and his eyes were full of caution and suspicion. "Get on the bed," he said. His voice wasn't harsh, but it wasn't without command either, so she calmly walked over to the bed, hoping that her firm gait would fool him into over looking her shaking spirit inside. He had not moved from the door, but simply watched her as she moved to the bed from where he stood. "Lie down."
She swallowed, though her mouth had long since gone dry. She did as she was told, and lay down, closing her eyes as her head hit the pillow. 'This is it,' she thought, knowing now what he expected of her. Her world was crashing in around her. Her mind was racing as she lay there, waiting for her doom. A sex toy. That was what she was about to become.
She heard no movement, so she opened her eyes, only to find he had silently crossed the room and was now climbing onto the bed to join her. He sat for a moment on his knees, straddling hers, before lying down on top of her. She could feel his light shirt, linen dyed black, against her bare arms that she had locked at her sides. One of his hands went under her head, the other her waist. He wasn't harsh, so she let herself relax a little underneath him.
She felt his hot lips against hers. It was a light kiss, so she leaned forward a bit, knowing he was holding back. He seemed to have sensed her, because he no longer held back. His tongue slid into her mouth, and within seconds his was dancing with hers. He abruptly drew back, and pinned her arms where they were. She instinctively tried to capture his lips again, but he tightened his grip on her when she moved to do so. She blushed at this, and even though she was a little disappointed that his mouth was just out of her reach, she was glad to see he was breathing just as hard as she was. She hadn't really expected her first kiss to be quite like that, but she found she was quickly falling for him, or at least she thought she was. She had never truly loved before, and had no idea if this new feeling in her loins was love or simply desire. "You need rest," he said, still unable to fully catch his breath. He got up and knelt down by the fireplace. He lit a fire and took a water skin and some fruit out of a bag she hadn't noticed before. "And food."
"I'm not hungry or tired," she lied. She tried hard to suppress a yawn, but in the effort of doing so, her stomach growled.
"You need not try and impress me, milady. I saw in your eyes that you haven't had proper rest since those men came upon you," she winced at this. She had temporarily forgot everything before this man, and the memories came flooding back to her for the second time that night. He came back to the bed, and she sat up as he handed her a goblet of water and a plate of fruit, "And I felt your stomach. It's been empty for quite sometime. My lady?" he hadn't noticed the glazed look in her eyes before now. A tear fell down her cheek, and he brushed it away, only to find another one sneaking down the other. She was obviously being shown something only her mind's eye could see now, and she seemed so out of reach that he found no harm in kissing her cheek to help dry her tears. At the touch of his lips, however, she came back to reality, and once he drew away, she buried her face in his chest. The plate and goblet fell unnoticed to the ground, and neither moved when the sound of the crash reached their ears. He held her, knowing what the men had done to her spirit. He silently cursed them for what they'd done to her, and held her tighter as she sobbed into his shirt. He didn't let go of her until she quieted and tried to sit back up. He wiped her tears and she did her best to calm herself. She wanted desperately to find something to talk about, so that the air wasn't so awkward.
"Sir?" she whispered, afraid to speak any louder, lest her voice break.
"Yes?" he asked kindly.
"What is your name? I heard them call you strider, and I've been told of a ranger who goes by that name, but certainly your mother could not have given you that name?"
"No, she did not," he sighed, "but many others have, and I find I respond more often to that name than any other."
"You would have me call you that?" she asked curiously. She didn't understand why he wouldn't give her his true name.
"I would have you call me friend, if nothing else."
She blinked. "Friend? But- I- you- you- Friend?" she was now even more confused. What did he expect of her? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Well, Friend, thank you. You've done a lot for me, and even though I've only known you for an hour, I'm already deep in your debt."
He shook his head and gave a quiet laugh. "No, you've already paid it. The fact that you are out of their hands and into mine is payment enough. Now eat, and rest," he said as he cleaned up the spilt food and water. He handed her the water skin this time, and some more fruit and dried meat. He made for the door once she had taken it, "I'll be back in a few hours." He left in such a hurry that he neglected to lock the door behind him. She wouldn't leave though. She was far too exhausted to do any thing but sleep. She quickly finished off the fruit and meat, and took some of the extra blankets to make herself a bed on the ground since she had never slept on a mattress before, and was more accustomed to the ground. The moment she laid down, she immediately fell asleep and dreamed.
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Short, I know, but oh well. I hope it'll last you people. Tell me what you think! I can't read minds you know...
Also, my flippin email refuses to work. For some strange reason it won't let me type-at all. So yeah, I'll be responding to fanfic emails here (I've no idea how I'm gonna communicate with half my friends, but that's not your problem) but yeah, I'm a little-okay a lot- too lazy to go crawling to my dad for help just yet. Okay!
First off, stormbringer. Um, I don't know how to say this, but hasn't your mother ever told you NOT to give your real name to strangers you meet on the Internet? How do you know I'm not some 40-year-old creep who's done time for rape and Internet fraud? And if you checked your emails closely, you'd see that I give people the name Leslee Denem. No, that's not my REAL name, but yeah, I'll respond to it. I don't want to sound antagonistic, or even like your mother, but I feel very strongly about protecting yourself. We writers have a thin veil keeping us from being exposed to the world, and I hate to see people cross it with stupid mistakes like giving people their name. I'd love to be your friend, but it would be kinda hard if you just stop writing, and then a few weeks later I get a flyer in the mail saying that you've been missing and are presumed dead. I'd be very sad for you. I don't use AIM, sadly, or I'd give it to you. I do, however, use MSN messenger, if you have that. It's the same as my email, so if you're ever on, drop me a line. Oh, and I might just be having a major brain fart, but who in the Lord's name is Kandy?
Next, In The Depp End, it's good to see you back. You're one of the few names I've recognized in reviews to this story, and it's good to see a familiar face around here. Kinky, eh? Hehe (taps fingers together evilly) the plot thickens...there will be a twist! Not as bad as my Menla story, but a twist nonetheless.
M.A.D. –congratulations, that is the shortest review I've ever gotten, but I appreciate the gesture. Thanks.
Banana- I'm glad you like it. Like I said to In The Depp End, there is a twist, and a lot of surprises. Hehe...
RivendellWriter- thanks, but who said she was an elf? (looks around frantically at her scattered pages) I know I didn't. A cliché? I don't even think I know what that is (kicks herself for having such a poor vocabulary) but yeah, Word says it's a line, or a walnut, neither of which makes any sense in your dialogue, so if you could dumb it down in another email (holy crap do I sound stupid, but oh well) I'd be much obliged.
Sorry that took so long peoples, but here's chapter 2!
Chapter two
Strider
The two men pushed Amyla through the door, muttering something that sounded like "not fair." They quickly cut her bindings and made for the door. She was glad to be rid of them once they left, but the echoing sound of the door slamming and the hollow turn of the key in the lock made her feel like they had just sentenced her to a fate worse than death. And it slowly came to her that they really had. For a moment, she felt like she and those men were allies, and they had just abandoned her. She felt a tear roll down her face, and she slowly started to shake as this horribly surreal fate finally focused into reality. She still hadn't accepted that her family was gone, and now it hit her anew, how bad everything was. The images of those men entering her tent late that night came flashing into her mind. They had dragged one of her relatives from her bed, and when she resisted, they slit her throat. Amyla had ducked out the back with one of the younger children, hoping to get him out. They had run, but hadn't made it far. They were found, and brought back to the camp. She pled for her family's lives, but the men had taken no notice of her. They slaughtered her people one by one, in front of her eyes. She alone had survived, and that was only because the men wanted to make a profit off of her.
And that brought her back to where she was. In a darkened room, with nothing but a bed, two chairs under a table by the window, and a cold fireplace. She was all alone, with no one except the man who had just bought her. She was scared, not only of her future, but of the man as well. He had seemed kind, perhaps even loving, but she learned long ago that looks could be deceiving. He could be hash, bitter, cold, and ruthless. He had, after all, just bought another living person as a slave. That showed that he didn't have high morals, and very well could force her to do things against her will. From what she saw of him, he was certainly strong enough to pin her to the bed if she gave him the chance, and she knew she was in no condition to fight him. It was all up to him now; her fate, and spirit, lay in his hands. He could crush them both in one fell swoop, or he could be her foundation to build and grow on.
As she contemplated her new life, she heard a key in the door. She froze as the doorknob turned and the man they called Strider entered the room, quickly locking it behind him. He glanced at her once while doing this, and his eyes were full of caution and suspicion. "Get on the bed," he said. His voice wasn't harsh, but it wasn't without command either, so she calmly walked over to the bed, hoping that her firm gait would fool him into over looking her shaking spirit inside. He had not moved from the door, but simply watched her as she moved to the bed from where he stood. "Lie down."
She swallowed, though her mouth had long since gone dry. She did as she was told, and lay down, closing her eyes as her head hit the pillow. 'This is it,' she thought, knowing now what he expected of her. Her world was crashing in around her. Her mind was racing as she lay there, waiting for her doom. A sex toy. That was what she was about to become.
She heard no movement, so she opened her eyes, only to find he had silently crossed the room and was now climbing onto the bed to join her. He sat for a moment on his knees, straddling hers, before lying down on top of her. She could feel his light shirt, linen dyed black, against her bare arms that she had locked at her sides. One of his hands went under her head, the other her waist. He wasn't harsh, so she let herself relax a little underneath him.
She felt his hot lips against hers. It was a light kiss, so she leaned forward a bit, knowing he was holding back. He seemed to have sensed her, because he no longer held back. His tongue slid into her mouth, and within seconds his was dancing with hers. He abruptly drew back, and pinned her arms where they were. She instinctively tried to capture his lips again, but he tightened his grip on her when she moved to do so. She blushed at this, and even though she was a little disappointed that his mouth was just out of her reach, she was glad to see he was breathing just as hard as she was. She hadn't really expected her first kiss to be quite like that, but she found she was quickly falling for him, or at least she thought she was. She had never truly loved before, and had no idea if this new feeling in her loins was love or simply desire. "You need rest," he said, still unable to fully catch his breath. He got up and knelt down by the fireplace. He lit a fire and took a water skin and some fruit out of a bag she hadn't noticed before. "And food."
"I'm not hungry or tired," she lied. She tried hard to suppress a yawn, but in the effort of doing so, her stomach growled.
"You need not try and impress me, milady. I saw in your eyes that you haven't had proper rest since those men came upon you," she winced at this. She had temporarily forgot everything before this man, and the memories came flooding back to her for the second time that night. He came back to the bed, and she sat up as he handed her a goblet of water and a plate of fruit, "And I felt your stomach. It's been empty for quite sometime. My lady?" he hadn't noticed the glazed look in her eyes before now. A tear fell down her cheek, and he brushed it away, only to find another one sneaking down the other. She was obviously being shown something only her mind's eye could see now, and she seemed so out of reach that he found no harm in kissing her cheek to help dry her tears. At the touch of his lips, however, she came back to reality, and once he drew away, she buried her face in his chest. The plate and goblet fell unnoticed to the ground, and neither moved when the sound of the crash reached their ears. He held her, knowing what the men had done to her spirit. He silently cursed them for what they'd done to her, and held her tighter as she sobbed into his shirt. He didn't let go of her until she quieted and tried to sit back up. He wiped her tears and she did her best to calm herself. She wanted desperately to find something to talk about, so that the air wasn't so awkward.
"Sir?" she whispered, afraid to speak any louder, lest her voice break.
"Yes?" he asked kindly.
"What is your name? I heard them call you strider, and I've been told of a ranger who goes by that name, but certainly your mother could not have given you that name?"
"No, she did not," he sighed, "but many others have, and I find I respond more often to that name than any other."
"You would have me call you that?" she asked curiously. She didn't understand why he wouldn't give her his true name.
"I would have you call me friend, if nothing else."
She blinked. "Friend? But- I- you- you- Friend?" she was now even more confused. What did he expect of her? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Well, Friend, thank you. You've done a lot for me, and even though I've only known you for an hour, I'm already deep in your debt."
He shook his head and gave a quiet laugh. "No, you've already paid it. The fact that you are out of their hands and into mine is payment enough. Now eat, and rest," he said as he cleaned up the spilt food and water. He handed her the water skin this time, and some more fruit and dried meat. He made for the door once she had taken it, "I'll be back in a few hours." He left in such a hurry that he neglected to lock the door behind him. She wouldn't leave though. She was far too exhausted to do any thing but sleep. She quickly finished off the fruit and meat, and took some of the extra blankets to make herself a bed on the ground since she had never slept on a mattress before, and was more accustomed to the ground. The moment she laid down, she immediately fell asleep and dreamed.
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Short, I know, but oh well. I hope it'll last you people. Tell me what you think! I can't read minds you know...