Glorfindel awoke slowly, a dull ache pounding through his body. He looked down and saw why. He was tied to tightly, he could not feel his hands or feet anymore. He tried to wrench himself around, to see where that traitorous dog Galadrion was, but could not see him anywhere. It was then he realized that they were moving. Not quickly, nor with a smooth flowing gait of a horse, more a rolling gait that served to jerk him around from his place in the make shift 'saddle.'
"Galdrion!" he called, trying to get his bearings. "Where are you taking me you cur?"
He saw another of the shaggy beasts ride into view, and a leg, bound in a robe. He felt his head being jerked up, and he found himself facing Galdrion.
He sneered. "What, you did not think that I would let Lorasar go did you? She is mine, and she always will be. Once upon the sands of my people, she will no longer have any of these infantile freedoms that you weak eldar seem to present them with. She will belong to me."
Glorfindel sneered back, all the while experimenting with his bonds. "And what? You do not possibly hope to outrun her on this beast? She has fleet horses and light travel on her side, whilst you have me to drag along with you. You cannot hope to reach your home sands without her catching you first."
Galdrion laughed, sending a chill down Glorfindels' back, despite the harsh sunlight. "I mean for her to catch us, Weak One, for I will trade you for her and my other wife, She Who Weeps Pale Tears. Why do you think I have been going so slowly? To allow their pathetic selves to catch up. Do not think me so un-observant. I will have them, and you will go back to your people. You know naught of my our homeland, you would perish within days."
"Smile while you can." Glorfindel ground out, as he resigned himself to the uncomfortable gait of the harulth. He continued to work at his bonds.
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Lorasar and Sahara rode out of the city, Sahara clutching Lorasars waist as she went. Having only been new to riding a horse, it was far faster to ride pillion. Lorasar set her heels to the horses flanks, and they continued on through the thinning trees.
She had insisted upon going with her, and Lorasar did not have time to argue. Besides. Sahara seemed to know where Galdrion would go, and where he had left the harulths, which where the only creatures capable of walking the sand. She was proficient with the small blow pipe allher kind used, in case of attack, but she possessed only the two darts that Galdrion had previously used on the soldiers. Erestor had not been happy about her going. He refused to let her risk her life, so soon after he had found her. So now, she only had one dart, the other lay beside a now sleeping Erestor. Lorasar had had very little time to gather supplies, and was left with naught but a sword, but one blade was all it would take, she thought grimly. They rode on.
(&Allarah tried to follow the other two, only to be pulled back by Elladan and Elrohir.
"No," Elladan murmured, holding her too him, restraining her. "This is not your fight. It is theirs."
"I have watched her back for years! What will happen now when I am not there to protect her?" Allarah cried, trying to get past them. Elrohir looked past to the chair where Erestor lay sleeping. His eyes fell on the black dart.
Allarah continued to drag Elladan up the corridor.
"Elrohir," he ground out, pulling her back. By the Valar, she was strong! "Do something!"
Suddenly Allarah went limp in his arms, her eyes closing. Elladan looked at her, startled, before he swung her into his arms. The black dart in her arm did not go unnoticed. He glared at Elrohir.
"What! You said do something!" Elrohir protested
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