WARNING!

This chapter has rape and some things that are not for 14 year olds and down! If you are 14 and below, yet you still read this chapter, don't go blaming me or suing me because I have gave out a warning! You've been warned!

Summer Wind

Chapter 11

I don't know how long it has been since I was captured. All I know was that I was hungry, thirsty, and desperately need of a bath. I haven't took a bath in a while, though I had some chances but those damn creatures would have to stand and watch. Not gonna happen. The worst part, the creatures found my daggers and took them away, then beat me afterwards. I was being dragged by a rope that was tied around my wrists. I was covered in dirt and sweat, not a very good combination.

I figure I had dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep. Every time we stopped for rest, I would stay awake, wishing that someone would come and rescue me from these foul things. Because I was tired, I was falling behind the creature. He pulled the rope so hard, I tripped and fell forward, getting even more dirtier. I felt the creature pick me up harshly, it's nail's digging into my arm.

"Get up whore!"

I cleaned some of the dirt off with my shoulder. About some hours or so, we walked out of the forest we have been walking through and in front of a castle. It was built into the mountain that surrounded in the back and to the left of it. It could have been beautiful, if it was so dark looking and a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could tell something was about to happen. Something horrible. I just didn't know what. The creature behind me pushed me, as the one holding the rope pulled me, making fall once more.

This time, I fell on top of a sharp rock and cut my right knee. I cried out in pain but the creature paid no attention to me and just picked me up. I felt the blood trickle down my knee freely and heavily. I let the tears loose, not able to take the pain that was throbbing on my knee. As we walked through the gates and up to the main entrance. The main doors were at least fifty feet high, black spikes covering both doors. But in the middle of the black doors rested a head of a dragon, showing it's teeth, it's eyes a yellow, red color, glaring at the intruders who dared to enter. Down halfway was the bottom half and the tail of the dragon.

The eyes crepe me out because it reminded me of my 'father'. As we got half way, the creatures stopped before the doors, awaiting something. Than to my horror, the dragon spoke in a deep, rumbling sound, almost like thunder.

"The Shadow Lord hopes you have brought the one who carries the blood of those of higher power."

"Tell my lord we have indeed brought her." The leader grumbled, glaring up at the dragon.

The dragon's eyes moved to the leader than to me. I jumped back, the rope tightening around my wrists. It's eyes seemed to make me freeze on the spot, searching my soul, my mind. I felt a chill run down my spine, but I couldn't blink. I couldn't look away. The dragon's eyes had me in a trance that everything seemed to be a dream, yet it wasn't.

"Thy one who shall pass over twice in two worlds,

Thy one who shall have the half blood of those above us,

Thy one who shall two different identities and not who they are,

Once ye draw thy blood from thee and drink,

Ye shall be immortal til the world passes over."

The dragon's eyes shone brightly, the doors opening up. The creature pulled the rope, making me move forward. I felt like myself once more. We walked through the halfway open doors and when everyone was inside the castle, the doors closed with a loud bang, making me jump. The hallway we walked down was dark, or maybe it was just that the whole hallway was colored in black. There were many torches along the wall giving out enough light, but it was still dark. Also along the wall were statues of different dragons, creatures, and I'm guessing famous people.

What seemed like hours, but really it was only fifteen minutes, the creature in front of me stopped and turned to me. I took a sharp breath, as he walked forward. He took out a dagger and I thought he was going to kill me, so I closed my eyes. I felt my hands go free and I opened my eyes to see that he cut the ropes around my wrists. Before that thought registered into my mind, the creature dug his nails into my arm and threw me to the floor. I looked up as the creature closed the door.

Looking around, I saw that I was in a HUGE room, at least 20 feet. The room had torches every five feet from each other. The only furniture in here was a single king size bed in the far left in the middle of the room. I got up from the floor and ran to the door, trying to open it. But it was locked from the outside. Slamming my fist on the door, I turned around and scanned the rest of the room. Across from me was not a wall, but windows that had no opening, and touched the floor and ceiling. It had no shades, so I saw nothing but the forest and the dark sky full of stars and a full moon. On the right side, in front of the bed was a door.

I ran to it quickly, hoping it was another exit. I threw the door opened and saw a tub and a full length mirror on the corner, and some crystal clear bottles that held different kinds of liquids. Some clear like gel, others all cloudy. Probably shampoo and conditioner. Candles on candle holders nailed to the wall were around the small room, at least a dozen or so candles. I looked back to the room and leaned back against the doorframe and the wall, sliding down. I cried silently, wishing that I would just wake up from this nightmare. As if someone heard my prayer, the door that only exited out of here opened.

As I looked over to see who it was, I saw nothing a person cloaked in black, the hood completely covering their face. I drew closer to the wall, hugging my knees closer to me. Sure, I could fight, I had my daggers still, but if it was my uncle. I shuddered at the thought. No matter how much I trained, I could never fight back against my uncle. Hot tears ran down my cheeks, as I whimpered slightly as the person walked towards me.

"Do not be afraid, Dinenwen."

It was a males voice that was a screeching noise with a snarl. I continued to back up against the wall, even though I had no more room.

The man, or Elf which ever one he is, kneeled in front of me, and slightly pushed up the hem of my dress above my right knee and put a hand over the wound. A dark violet light ran from his hand to my wound, and instantly healed, the blood that was flowing down freely disappeared. The man looked up to me, his face still covered in darkness. He then spoke again, this time with a snarl.

"Take a bath, you're filthy." He stood up and walked out of the door in just a couple of big strides.

Was this the same person who took over my uncle and tried to kill me? I shakily stood up, seeming to take the man's advice for some reason, and walked into the bathroom and saw a metal chair, which was not there before, with neatly, white, folded dress on it. The back rest had a beautiful design to it. I closed the door, and locked, hoping no one would come in. I walked over to the circular tub, like the one back in Mirkwood, and opened a tab on the wall. Steaming hot water poured out, quickly filling the tub. I closed the tab and hesitantly reached my back, and started untying the strings.

As soon as I had them loose, I slipped the dress off my shoulders and let it fall. I took off the slippers also, with my heels and stepped out of them. I undid the rest of my hair, as it was already messed up, and climbed into the tub. I sat down and sighed in relief as my muscles relaxed. Yet I was still worried about something. I don't know, I felt like somebody was still watching me. But that's impossible because I'm the only one here... right?

I looked around the small room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

-§-

–3rd Person–

The cloaked person watched Magdalena wash herself threw a mirror. He didn't mean to keep her alive still. He wanted revenge. But as he found out from the dragon, who now guards the entrance to the castle, there is a legend behind the FallingStar. He could still recall the dragon's words when it first showed itself in the Palantir.

"Who are you? How did you get a Palantir? There should be none left."

"I have been stuck in this Palantir when it was made."

The image of a black dragon with blood red eyes circled around the fiery fire withing the Palantir.

"I've seen all that has happened from whoever looks through it."

The cloaked person growled, "why haven't I've seen you before than?"

"I hid myself until I was sure you were ready to hear what I have to say."

"And what would that be, pray tell?"

"Thy one who shall pass over twice in two worlds,

Thy one who shall have the half blood of those above us,

Thy one who shall two different identities and not who they are,

Once ye draw thy blood from thee and drink,

Ye shall be immortal til the world passes over."

"What in the name of Palosiel does that mean?" The cloaked person snarled impatiently.

"Have you not hear of the half blood, Deachir?"

Deachir pulled back his hood. Platinum blonde hair fell down his back, as the sides were braided back, and braided together, showing off his pointed ears. Red mixed with gold for eyes held a sort of fear at the dragon.

"How do you know my name?"

"I've told you," the dragon started, it's eyes flashing darkly at Deachir. "I've seen all from those who use the Palantir. I've watched you for centuries. I know everything about you. About what you want. About your past."

Deachir gulped down the fear that seemed to have risen in his throat. "What do you want?"

"If I give you information of living with the powers of those who are above you, you must get me out of this Palantir and place me upon the door of your castle."

"What for?"

"To make sure you have the right child of the half blood. To guard you from those who want to stop you."

Deachir thought it over his head, and smiled evilly, his eyes showing nothing but satisfaction.

"What is your name? And what is this half blood about?"

"My name, Hitrother. I am the dragon of darkness. The dragon of Palosiel. This half blood has the blood of the Valor and a common Elf from the far West. A kingdom, once great, called Silver Galewen."

"But that is only a legend!"

"It has existed, centuries ago. Before the First War of Sauron, their kingdom was destroyed and the people scattered to different woodlands. The royal family went for advice from the Lady of Lothlorien. There, the lady sheltered the royal family. Once the half blood was born, the Lady, who sees all that happens, gave word that the daughter of the FallingStar was her sister."

"Why?" Deachir asked confused."

"So the enemies of the FallingStar will not come near them."

Deachir continued to watch Magdalena lustfully, as she got out of the tub, drying her body with a towel. He felt his member harden.

"So long have I had such a creature as yourself." Deachir muttered, as he waved his hand, the mirror going back to normal. "I can not take this no more!" He growled turning to a Uruk-hai on his left. "Get the army ready. The enemy will reach the entrance in less than an hour."

Deachir turned around and walked out of the circular room, heading towards the room which contained the half blood.

-§-

–Out in the woods-

Gandalf, Aragorn, Elladan, Faramir, Eomer, Elrohir, Gimli, Legolas, and over three hundreds of Elves and men camped in the middle of the fores fires around for miles. All of them thinking about many different things. But all led to one goal: To save Magdalena and killed the last bit of Uruk-hia's. Their horses rested, eating grass nearby. Elrohir looked into the flames of the fire, saying a silent prayer for you to be safe. Legolas, who was standing guard, did the same, but also wishing that you will fall for him, and not Elrohir. Aragorn, who was also standing guard, walked over to Legolas and patted his shoulder.

"Do not worry my friend. We will bring Lady Magdalena back."

Legolas only nodded, not taking his eyes away from the darkness in front of him.

Elladan, who sat next to his twin, looked over to him. "You care for her deeply, do you not brother?" Elladan said quietly, as to not let Legolas hear.

Since they have arrived in Mirkwood, Elladan knew Legolas had something for the mortal woman by the way he looked at her. But as the week past on, and the events that took place, he also started to notice his twin fall for the said mortal also.

"Yes." Was his quiet response. "Two days ago, before she was captured, I have kissed her." Elrohir smiled at the memory of the shyness Magdalena had. "It was her first kiss."

"We will get her back, brother. Do not worry! You will have your woman back."

Something happened that Gandalf did not expect. Gandalf has gotten a vision, something that was about to happen tonight. He saw Magdalena on the bed, crying, the white dress that she wore torn were it should have covered her breast and lower body. Then he saw Deachir appear over her, a black dagger, a dragon, who's mouth was wide showing it's teeth, for the hilt. Deachir plunged the dagger into Magdalena's stomach. A path towards the castle was then shown to Gandalf.

As quickly as it came, it has gone. Gandalf quickly stood, panicked, and looking around. Everyone turned to the white wizard in puzzlement. Gandalf looked towards in the direction to the right of him, feeling the dark aurora that was coming from.

Gandalf pointed his staff towards it. "There! That is the path to Deachir's secret castle!"

"How do you know this Gandalf!" Elrohir asked, standing, along with the rest of the male species.

"Because I have seen it! We must ride and hard! Before the worst happens!"

Everyone, not questioning Gandalf any more, packed up quickly and hauled themselves on to their horses, riding as hard as they never have rode before.

-§-

–1st POV–

I was pacing back and forth for the last hour or so in front of the windows, not knowing what to expect. The bad feeling inside the pit of my stomach grew. And I instantly knew something bad was defiantly was going to happen, I just didn't know what! Truth was, I was scared shitless. I never liked these feelings because I always had them when my father beat me whenever he was drunk. I started pacing towards the space between the bed and the bathroom, getting sick of the windows. But I suddenly stopped and looked up as someone unlocked the door and opened it.

I saw the cloaked person enter, but this time, he didn't have his hood on. He had platinum blonde hair that fell down his back, as the sides were braided back, and braided together, showing off his pointed ears!

'He's an Elf!' I thought, taken back.

I then saw his eyes. A red mixed with gold for eyes. They were the same as the one of my 'father.' I now knew that he wasn't here to help me. He looked at me hungrily and something else. I just couldn't figure what.

"You know, I have not had a female this close in such a long time!" He said, advancing towards me.

I looked around and decided to run to the bathroom and lock myself in there. But the Elf was too fast for me and pinned me against the wall.

"Wh-what do you want!" I asked quietly, breathing hard.

"What I want," He continued to put pressure on me against the wall. "Is you!" He said, kissing me roughly.

I screamed, pushing him away from, turning my face. But he was too strong. So I did the best thing I could think of. I kneed him in the groin, making him bend over in pain. Though, he quickly recovered and punched me across the face, making me fall to the ground hard. I tasted blood inside my mouth, as he turned me to my back, ripping the upper par of the dress, showing my breast. He started kissing my neck, his hands wondering around my body, going under my dress. I started hitting his chest with my fists, crying. I grabbed a fist full of his hair that fell down on top of me and pulled. He screamed and moved off of me slightly.

I than punched, putting all my weight into it like the men taught me, at the side of his face. I moved to my side and crawled away from him. I got to my knees and ran, but I didn't get far though. I was tackled to the bed, the Elf punching me across the my face several times. He suddenly stopped and looked up to him, tears and blood mixing together. The Elf only looked at me, leaning next to my ear.

"I will only let you survive long enough for you to bear me a child."

"Go to hell!" I said through my teeth.

The Elf grabbed my neck, the air leaving me. I grabbed his wrist, trying to pull but he didn't budge. His grip than loosened and just pushed up the bottom of the dress up to my stomach. Before I can do anything, he grabbed my arms above my head, used one hand to undo his pants and entered inside. I cried out in pain and turned my head, wishing I could just die.

'You didn't come. You didn't come for me Elrohir. Why?' I cried harder, trying not to feel the pain coursing through my body at the moment.

The Elf than started kissing me on the mouth. He slipped his tongue through my lips and into my mouth, so I bit down on it. The Elf howled in pain, and slapped me across my face, drawing even more blood from my already busted lip. But he only continued as if nothing happened. He started kissing my neck, as his right hand slid down my side, his thrusting becoming harder and harder, going deeper inside me with each one.

-§-

–3rd POV–

The riders rode harder and harder, pushing their horses to their limits. As they got closer to the castle, Elrohir felt a pang in his heart, making him lean forward a bit. His twin looked over to him, worried.

"What is wrong brother?" Elladan asked quietly, trying not to make a scene.

Elrohir looked up to his brother, worried and confused at the same time.

"I do not know. I feel pain in my heart but I do not know why."

"Deachir is causing Magdalena pain as we speak." Gandalf rode to the left of Elrohir, also speaking quietly.

"What?" Elrohir growled, glaring in front of him, as the view of the Black castle was coming closer.

"We must hurry! Before it is too late."

-§-

The group and the army reached the castle, but what met them, was a surprise. At least a thousand Uruk-hai's, armored and weapons in hand, stood inside the entrance of the castle. The group stopped outside the forest, as the army stopped, hiding in the trees. The group looked at each other, than to the Uruk-hai's.

"Elrohir, Gandalf, Legolas, go save Magdalena and kill Deachir. We will take care of this." Aragorn said, glaring at the leader in front.

"Is that all you have?" The leader asked, laughing, the other Uruk-hai's laughing with him.

Aragorn unsheathed his sword, the group following. He raised his sword above his head. "Now!" Aragorn brought down the sword, the group riding forward.

As they were half way there, the rest of the army came out as well, shocking the Uruk-hai's, giving the group a chance to kill the first row. Lucky for Gandalf, Legolas, and Elrohir, they were able to make a path and ride through the open doors of the castle.

-§-

–1st POV–

Noises of battle cries in the hall echoed into the room. I didn't know what was going on, but the Elf got off of me, tying his pants once more. He put on his hood and turned to leave.

"I'll be back. I have some business to take care of." He said, walking out the door.

I turned to my side, and curled into a tight ball, my arms crossed over my exposed breasts. I started crying once more, wishing the pain will go away. I suddenly heard Elrohir's voice in the halls. He was calling for me, then telling off somebody. I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly.

'I'm imaging things. Elrohir is not here!' I cried harder, the tears escaping my tightly eyelids. 'Elrohir didn't come for me!'