As she brushed Kellrion's lips with hers in farewell, Fë felt exhilarated, on top of the world. Her son at her side, she headed for the huge adventure playground the place boasted, a smile on her face. Only a few days ago, Minyadan had spoken his first word, "Naneth", and "Ada" had followed within a matter of seconds. His latest triumph was the word "but", generally shrieked immediately before an act of disobedience and mischief.

An hour later, he was at it again. "Min, come on, it's time to go home." Fë coaxed and cajoled her son from the foot of a set of steps leading up to a rope bridge, a swinging rope and a long, winding tunnel. "But!" Her wayward child smiled at her innocently and disappeared into the tunnel, the one place she couldn't reach him or see him from the ground. Hitching up her dress a little, Fë was preparing to ascend the short flight of steps when a male form slammed into the back of her. "Wha-" A hand was clapped over her mouth; she bit it, but the man refused to let go. Spinning her round, he pushed her to the floor, ripping at her dress and clawing at the tender exposed skin as he did so; never once did he remove his hand from her mouth. He knelt astride her, pinning her to the ground, and used his free hand to lift her dress up to her waist until her entire lower body was exposed to his hungry gaze.

Fëawen felt sick, mind-crushingly, soul-wrenchingly sick to the stomach. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, and her struggles did nothing save excite her assailant until his lust overcame him. She felt him pushing and grunting against her; he was invading her and she was in agony. Please, Valar, close my womb against this stranger's seed… The words sprang unbidden to her mind; they sounded strange and had no meaning for her tortured mind but she had no time to dwell on them as he came again, forcing her harder against the ground; the bark-chippings pressed into her back and for one conscious moment she remembered where she was, and with whom. Don't let him find Min, please, no…her torment seemed to last for hours as he ruined her over and over again.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, Arvedui was satisfied. His hand still over the wretched girl's mouth, he brought his face close to hers. "If anyone hears what happened here today, I shall return and have my fun once again, before killing you and taking my… entertainment from your corpse. Do you understand?" Fëawen's wide, terrified eyes spoke for her as she nodded. Arvedui straightened his victim's skirts before taking his leave and disappearing into the undergrowth at the foot of the trees. Fe watched him go, her thoughts a confused jumble. Don't let me die here – Where's Min? – Kel – I'm dying – he's stolen everything from me- help….

Ten minutes later, she finally gathered the wits and courage to scream.