Disclaimer- Refer to chapter 1.

A/N- I you want to read a story dedicated just to Tirnen as an Elfling, then you can go here: http/ www .deviantart. com/deviation/17668702/ He's such a little cutie:D but I must warn you… the story is kind of sad:( And on another note, Elvish nayonas are now being changed to ayrbi. For I have other creatures just called 'nayonas' And they do not have wings… and it is just to strange to type 'Elvish nayona'… it also sounds kind of generic:P Hope that this change does not confuse you too much…

Chapter 16- Lost Forever

"Wake up!" Tirnen's new master kicked the Elf in his abdomen; Tirnen groaned in pain, for the wounds that were there still pained him greatly. "Up!" The boy ordered again, issuing an even harder kick to the wounded Elf.

With difficulty, Tirnen got up to his feet and looked at the boy angrily. "What do you want?"

The boy backhanded Tirnen's fair cheek harshly. "That is no tone to use when talking to your master." Tirnen said nothing in response. "And I just wanted to tell you that I'm taking your ayrbi."

"You cannot take Ris!"

"But I already have. I'm going to breed her with my ayrbi, Phieo. She should bear some very strong offspring."

"How did you get an ayrbi? Humans do not get them readily."

"The open market carries the most unusual things…"

Tirnen stood silent for a moment before speaking again,
"And I suppose that you have trained him to be a cold-blooded killer, correct?"

The boy smiled and nodded a little with pride. "Yes." He answered simply. "But don't worry. I'll bring your ayrbi back in here once Phieo is finished with her." He chuckled coldly to himself and left Tirnen alone.

.oOo.

"Oh, ion, you are awake!" Thranduil embraced his son gently.

"Ada?" Legolas asked, still a bit dazed.

"Yes, ion-nin, I am here."

"Ada, it was so horrid!" Legolas cried into his adar's strapping shoulder.

"Hush, ion… it is all over now…" Thranduil rubbed his son's back soothingly.

"But where is Tirnen?" Legolas asked, just realizing now that his friend was not present.

"Tirnen? Who is he?" Thranduil asked confused.

"My friend, adar!" Where is he?"

"I do not know, Legolas. I know not of this Tirnen of whom you speak."

"We have to help him!" Legolas became worried.

"I will go and look for him. Stay here; I do not want you hurt anymore."

Legolas sadly looked down and nodded slightly. "Please, ada, find Tirnen."

"I will, Legolas. I will." Said Thranduil before he left to go back to the place where he rescued Legolas from.

.oOo.

The door to the room where Tirnen was being kept in was opened. In walked the grey ayrbi, Ris.

"Ris!" Tirnen smiled, happy to see her faring well.

Ris just looked at him, her azure eyes filled with pain and sorrow. She walked over to a dark corner and there she lay in its comforting darkness.

The boy hurried in soon after her. "Come here, slave." He ordered.

Tirnen sighed heavily and tried to walk over to his master, but the chain that tethered him to the wall wasn't long enough for Tirnen to reach him.

His master groaned and unchained Tirnen hastily. "Bring her with you." He pointed to Ris's grey form shadowed by the corner's darkness.

The young Elf walked over to Ris and placed his hand on her neck. He stroked the velvety soft fur gently whilst he tried to coax her out. "Come, Ris…" He stroked her nose. "You need to come with me…" Ris looked up at him sadly and whined.

"Hurry it up!" The boy ordered hastily.

"Come, Ris…" Tirnen helped Ris get to her feet. He gently led her back over to the boy.

Tirnen's master grabbed the Elf and hurriedly pulled him out of the room. Ris followed along behind the young Elf. "That damn king is going to find us here once his son wakes up!" He pulled Tirnen along the twisting corridors until the three of them were outside in the clean, crisp air. "I know of another place where I can keep you without fear of that king."

He grabbed Phieo and mounted the pitch-black male ayrbi. "Don't try to escape, slave. If you do try, I will hunt you down and beat you!"

"Yes, master." Came Tirnen's quite reply. He mounted Ris and awaited his mater's next command.

The boy kicked Phieo hard to get him to fly off. The black ayrbi growled at the boy before he ran off and spread his silvery wings, soaring high into the blue sky.

Tirnen sighed heavily and spoke softly to Ris, "Let us go Ris…" Ris exhaled noisily, Tirnen taking it as a sort of a sigh. "Come, Ris. Before we both get into trouble." Against her wish, Ris ran after Phieo and took to the skies, trailing after him.

,oOo,

Many months passed. Tirnen had grown weak from the meager of amount of food that he was given every day. But Ris was just the opposite; she had grown stronger from all of the fresh meat that she was given daily, for the boy did not want her offspring to be born weak and undernourished.

Of the many months that passed in Mirkwood, Thranduil sent out parties of Elves to search for Tirnen. They combed the land, but none of them reported back with news of Tirnen's whereabouts.

Tirnen walked up to the pregnant ayrbi and gently patted her bulging belly. "You will make a wonderful naneth, Ris." Ris stood up and licked Tirnen's cheek, causing the Elf to laugh a little. "At least you and your unborn baby are getting treated well." He stroked Ris's velvety grey fur. "I just cannot imagine what that boy will do with your baby, though… I mean if he trained Phieo to be that aggressive…" Tirnen looked down sadly.

Tbc…

A/N- Well… it seems that has another rule… And I'm sorry, but I cannot respond to anymore reviews…:( But I will say that Tirnen looks like he is 23 compared to a human;)