Chapter one: Finding courage
"you think that it's as easy as that do you?"
The voice was quiet and raw as she spoke, her words no longer elegant.
"You think that everything just falls into place? My father will kill you...before the night gives he will find you and kill you"
The dark man standing before her just smirked and kicked at the dirt.
"That is what you have been saying for the past three months my dear while in my company. I have killed your father the sooner you accept that the easier it will be on you."
He gripped her hair and pulled her up to meet his dirty gaze, lust within his eyes as he ran his tongue along the edges of her mouth. She felt the sour vomit rise in her throat as it always had.
He grasped her hips with his strong fingers and pulled her to him, she could feel his erection against her thigh. He was drunk, the ale was strong on his breath as he leant close to her.
It hadn't always been this...he had once been different...very different indeed.
He threw her to the ground and began to unbutton his pants.
She closed her eyes...waited and then felt his weight upon her body, crushing her into the ground. His flesh was against hers, his lips upon her throat. He left heavy trails of saliva as he kissed her body. She struggled sometimes...but that just made him want her more. The power was what he liked...this is why he raped her.
When Breadon said he had killed her father...he wasn't lying. It was a truth she just didn't want to face.
She almost screamed out in pain as he pushed his erect member into her body by force. She never wanted a life like this...but here it was on her doorstep. She was alone, she had no friends and no family. All she had was her husband, the cousin she was forced to marry.
He rolled off of her and stumbled into the bathroom, pouring hot water into it and lowering his naked, scarred body into its shallow depths. A tear trickled down the side of her face as she watched him from the floor.
She walked through town the next morning and noticed the stares she got from the passer-bys. Her purple bruised eye was no doubt the point of their stares. She lowered her face to the ground and continued on her way.
That night Breadon took her hair into his fist and dragged her out into the dead of the night. The silence was eerie as he galloped out of the gates of the Rohan realm. The night was still as if some spell had frozen it and the soft winds moved nothing but the dark hair about her face.
They rode for a good many days until they reached the dark boarders or Mirkwood. Many evils lay there in the shadows waiting to attack any innocence. He hurled her from the horse's back onto the ground. She whimpered a little as he dismounted the horse and came towards her.
Three others seemed to advance around her. She held her arms close to her chest and watched idly as the four men smirked. "This your wife Breadon"
One of them asked gruffly as he yanked her to her feet.
"Nice set she's got on her" Said another hungrily.
"Nobody's gonna save you now little girl" Said her husband.
She smirked and stood comfortably
"You think I need somebody's protection...that's rich"
Rachel stared at the men proudly, her leg was broken she guessed. She couldn't move it. There was a noose hanging over a branch not far away.
"Do what you will pigs, but do it quickly and I don't doubt it will be quick."
Her husband punched her, the blow sent her to the ground again. They all advanced on her, each taking turns with her lying face down on the ground. They carried her to the noose and slipped it over her head.
"I hate you" She said lowly
They laughed at her as she stood up there on the horse's back. She was terrified but whatever waited for her was better than this.
Breadon smacked the horse's hind and it shot off. Rachel felt the breath leave her lungs. The men all smirked to each other but were suddenly surprised at the sudden attack before them.
Rachel heard the sounds of blade on blade, her breath returned and golden hair. But nothing more.
Legolas picked the girl up in his arms. Her throat was badly bruised, she was almost naked. He wrapped her up in his cloak and mounted his horse.
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