Chapter 27: Veassen's Nightmare
Warning: This chapter contains half-elfling-abuse…
Locien woke up during the night and sat up. He could not sleep, Veassen was clearly having bad dreams and was tossing and turning, as well as moaning and groaning, which kept Locien awake. Locien pitied the elf, as badly as he had been hurt by Veassen he still pitied him for having such bad dreams. Locien knew there had to be a reason why Veassen would be cruel enough to keep other elves like him as slaves, he knew Veassen probably had parents who kept slaves or something. Locien (or Maelui) figured that Veassen probably had parents who never paid attention to what Veassen did, so Veassen was never punished and never learnt to be good. Locien was wrong though.
But Veassen was having a horrid dream, a dream of his past…
"Gwanno ereb Nin ada… Hebo Estel Veassen… Estel… Estel… No Veren… Aniron gwanna… Im harnannen… Im gruitheb na ada… Im gosta… Sa farn palan, ada daro…" The small elfling, Veassen, said to himself in elvish in his closet. The words Veassen spoke translated like this: Leave me alone ada… Have hope Veassen… Hope… Hope… Be bold… I wish I could leave… I'm wounded… I'm angry at ada… I'm afraid… This is far enough, ada stop.
Veassen could not say those feelings to his father though. He was currently hiding from his father in the closet in his father's bedroom. He slept in his father's bedroom on the end of the bed, and sometimes his father 'rewarded' him by letting him sleep next to his father. But Veassen had muttered the elvish words too loud and his father, who had been searching for Veassen, heard.
"I hear you, you no good brat." Veassen's father said in a gruff voice before pulling the door to the closet open and grabbing his child by his long, black hair.
"You where speaking that damned elf language again, weren't you? Answer me you damned son of an elf!" Veassen's father shook the child, still holding him by his hair. Veassen screamed.
"No I was not!" Veassen cried as his father through him over his shoulder.
"Yes, you where. I heard you speaking that stupid language. You remember what I said would happen next time I heard that foul language in my home?" Veassen's father asked as he sat on the bed.
"You… You said you'd take your switch and hit me… Un… Until… Until… I could not sit for weeks…" Veassen said between his sobs as his father forced him over his lap and his father took off his belt.
"Your lucky, little horror. I don't have my switch with me today, so all you'll be getting is a nice belt beating. But don't think I wont be getting a new switch soon, so you will get your beating with a switch sooner or later… And you know what? Since you like dull elves so much why don't I get a mallorn switch? Your mother was one of those brainless Lorien elves after all, that must be where you got those dim-witted pointed ears from that make you look like a stupid, little half-breed. I should cut them right off, but then you would hear my commands even worse than you do already!" Veassen's father yelled as he pulled down Veassen's ripped, worn leggings and gave him the first hard hit of the belt. Veassen found that after years of getting the belt, it hurt less. But the switch would always hurt.
Veassen's beating his father gave him was very long and the hits only got harder until his father used all his effort in every smack. Veassen was already crying hard by the second swat. Veassen had attempted to count the hits, but lost track at fifty-seven, for his father was fast and Veassen was in pain, and only a little child.
By the end, Veassen's backside was bruised and a fiery red color. Veassen was pushed off his father's lap and he hit the ground with his backside, making the elfling scream. Veassen stood up and pulled his leggings back up before running into the corner of the room to keep as far away from his father as possible.
Veassen's dream changed. He was himself, at the age he was at the moment, in the bedroom. Locien was not there. Veassen was drawing at his bed when he looked up, hearing someone enter. Veassen screamed… it was his father.
"How did you get here? I thought I had lost you forever, no!" Veassen dropped his quill on the bed and ran as far away from his father as possible.
Veassen let out a shrill scream when his father cornered him, and in his dream he screamed louder when he saw the whip his father carried…
That was when Veassen sprang up, waking from his dream. Veassen was panting and looked around the room frantically, making sure his father was not there. Locien had lay down again to make sure Veassen did not find out he had been watching him sleep.
Veassen got out of the bed, trembling as he walked across the stone floor, looking around him all the while. He walked over to a basin of water and splashed the water on his face, washing his face and waking himself up.
Veassen approached the closet and was very hesitant to open it, fear of his father being somewhere in the room coming to mind.
Veassen opened the door slowly and took a tunic and leggings from it. Veassen sat on the side of the bed and stripped out of his nightclothes and dressed in a purple tunic and grey leggings. Locien, ashamed as he was, watched his master change. Locien was a man like Veassen and it was not as if he was shocked to see that Veassen was a man as well, but what did shock him was the scars that went from Veassen's neck and continued all the way down to the heels of his feet. Veassen was covered in scars, everywhere. Locien started to pity Veassen more, but as soon as his master turned around, dressed, Locien shut his eyes so Veassen would not know he was awake and watching. Locien did notice that Veassen had all his scars well hidden, except the ones on his face. Those, Locien noticed, Veassen covered with a cream to keep the scars hidden from everyone. The cream must have washed off when Veassen had rinsed his face, because now Locien could see the brown scars that where on Veassen's cheeks, brow and nose.
Veassen put more cream on before he shoved Locien off the bed. Locien let out a soft moan when he hit the floor before he stood up.
"Come on Maelui, you are a slave, remember? Here is your clothes, dress and I want you to go clean the dungeons. We will be having a new… resident, soon, and I want the cell clean for him…" Veassen smiled. Maelui bowed his head before dressing himself, shamefully in front of his master.
"Do I need a key to get in the cell?" Maelui asked softly. Veassen nodded his head, but gave him no key.
"Before you clean, I need to show you outside of the home, our courtyard you could say. If I give you any extra time you are most welcomed to go out in the courtyard, and also you will need to go to the courtyard to wash your clothes and bathe yourself in the stream. The stream also can provide water to drink and water to clean with." Veassen guided his slave outside.
Maelui followed his master outside. Veassen showed him the gardens which Maelui would be taking care of, the stream Veassen told Maelui was very important and the stone wall.
"The stone wall's door is always locked unless I open it. It is almost impossible to climb and impossible to jump over because of it's height, and if ever you did get out you would not survive, orcs, spiders and wolves are always passing by and you would become their food." Veassen said before bringing Maelui back inside. Veassen unlocked the cell that he wanted clean, gave Maelui a rag, broom and soap and a bucket for water and left Maelui to cleaning.
When Maelui was finished cleaning the cell, his back ached. Maelui had expected that cleaning a cell would hurt less than that. Maelui reported back to Veassen, who checked the cell.
"Hm… Go water and weed the gardens and then I want you to come to my study." Veassen ordered. Maelui nodded his head nervously as he heard the word study. Maelui wished he knew why he had to go to the study, Veassen had told him the day before that the study was for punishments… Maelui was uncertain of what he had done wrong but tried his best in the gardens not to make any mistake.
When Maelui finished his task, blood dripped from his hands from weeding. He knew he should have taken off his tunic and used it to weed with, but no, he did not and now his hands bled and stung.
Maelui nervously pushed open the door to Veassen's study, Veassen sitting at his desk looking at Maelui.
"…You asked that I came?" Maelui said timidly, entering the room and approaching his master.
"Yes." Veassen stood up and approached Maelui.
"Sir, might I ask what did I do wrong?" Maelui asked.
"Nothing. I want to see your mark, the 'V' I gave you, to make sure it's alright." Veassen said, lowering Maelui's leggings just a bit.
"Is it alright, Herdir Veassen?" Maelui asked, relieved when Veassen pulled his leggings back up. Maelui was embarrassed that Veassen had seen his backside.
"It looks fine, and you should not blush so much when I see your rear. If your ashamed, you should know you have a fine bottom and-
"VEASSEN! OPEN UP! WE HAVE YOUR NEW ELF!" Some man's voice yelled. Veassen smiled.
"Our new resident has arrived Maelui. Now before I go to… greet him… I want you to know that I will be treating you quite better than he. Now, lets go greet our new friend…" Veassen said, bringing his slave outside and opening the gates. Two men shoved a blindfolded elf forwards.
"There he is." The men said.
"Good. Where are his brothers?" Veassen asked, kicking the blindfolded elf when he tried to get on his feet.
"His brother the march-warden protected his other brother. We could only get one…" The man said. "But you'd make your late father proud. Never knew how he died really, but you'd make him proud. Ah, so here's the one you captured yourself. Scrawny though and I'd think you could get something stronger." The man said, approaching Maelui and touching the elf's face, Maelui flinching. The man laughed at the scared slave and gave Maelui a pat on his bottom, which made Maelui, look at Veassen with pure horror. Veassen wanted to stop the man from touching his slave but knew this man from his childhood; he had been a friend of his father and had often beaten Veassen. Veassen was bigger now, but still, the man had not done too much to his slave yet.
"He is a pretty one though, maybe some day you could… lend him to me." The man said, Maelui gasping and quickly hiding behind Veassen, no longer able to stay standing in front of the rather disgusting man.
"Do not touch him. I am not letting you have him, and I will not allow anyone to have fun with him in bed. He is my elf and you cannot have him for any price. This one's staying, but as for the one you've brought I cannot guarantee if I will hold him for ransom or not. Now, here is your pay and be gone." Veassen paid the men and grabbed his elf before locking the gates closed.
Veassen threw the elf in his cell and entered with the elf. Veassen was armed so the unarmed elf could not hurt him without having Veassen's knife at his neck. Veassen locked the door behind him.
"Now, you will answer all my questions and if you do not answer I will cause you pain, lots of pain. My first question: Did you have an affair with my mother?"
To be continued…
For a while at least, every second chapter will be about Veassen…
Bberry06: I got the name from a site… I never thought of Tirnen when I named her Tiriel. Too bad Tiriel and Florien are friends; else Tirnen and Tiriel would make a cute couple… But elves don't usually marry because their names sound the same…
Here comes the hockey puck: Galion is a very nice elf.
Arwen Undomiel: What do you mean 'nasty name you gave Florien'? …Is Florien a nasty name? Or do you mean nasty name I gave Locien (Maelui)? Locien is very forgiving plus for some reason Locien feels like he will be able to find the nice side of Veassen… Well, that's what Locien thinks.
CapriceAnn: I think it will be Estel and Legolas who come to the rescue since I already promised Bberry06 that Estel would save someone.
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Florien's pretty miserable about it, too.
Karone Evertree: I know, but it's much simpler to write in English, I will try and use more elvish though… Yea, Florien should be pissed off but he, like Locien, is very gentle and forgiving…