Ok just for the record I know that this is highly unlikely because of time differences yadda, yadda, yadda. For those of you who were wondering I have read the books carefully and know all the faults with this story. However fanfiction is for enjoyment and I write for my own pleasure. I accept constructive criticism but I'd like two good reviews for every nasty one please. I also do not own anything: it all belongs to Tolkien. And finally if you don't like this kind of story then don't complain to me about it, I wouldn't know I just post here.
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Elrohir awoke to find his arms and legs bound; he gasped and rolled to the edge of the hollow; it was empty. He cursed himself for falling asleep, and then began picking at his bonds. He remembered the small hunting knife in his pocket; he slid it out and dropped it down his arm; it's sharp blade sliced through the ropes and into his skin leaving a thin cut. But when he had one arm free he could use it more efficiently at freeing his other arm and legs. This done Elrohir set of in search of his brothers; he picked up a trail: one heavy boot prints, light footfalls and a sign that someone had been dragged. He cringed for his little brother and prayed they were all right. "Elladan! " He risked a shout, there was high birdcall followed by a cry of pain. Elrohir darted toward it; someone caught him around the chest and he fell back, drawing his knife. "No mellon nin" The sound of an elvish voice stopped him, he turned to face said elf; his pale face was framed by raven hair that strongly resembled Estel's, he was drenched and his long hair stuck to his face, never the less he smiled at Elladan. "Please mellon nin let me go. I must find my brothers."
"No Hîr nin, he is a cruel man he will kill you and them if you try. We must wait here," the one to whom he spoke looked out at the steadily falling rain, he looked little more then a teenager in human years, yet Elrohir was sure he was an elf. "Who are you?" he asked softy "My name is Lithmir. That man has my older brother Lithilin."
"What does he want them for?" Elladan whispered tears of frustration in his eyes. "Slave trade." the boy answered calmly. "Very well." he threw the boy a blanket from the pack he had found earlier. "Keep your self warm,"
Elladan gasped he was not tired, but running with his arms tied behind him was difficult he had grave concerns for his little brother, who was being dragged behind them. "Please let me carry my brother, he will not last" Elladan begged, but the man merely spat into the sludge and snarled back. "He will, or I'll make him." The man snarled angrily. How dare this elf cheek him. "Why do you want us?" Elladan questioned boldly. "You'll fetch a good price, my little elven friend." Elladan gasped as the man backhanded him over the cheek. "Now you hold your tongue." he said threateningly. Estel opened his sea grey eyes and looked around with fear slowly he became aware of the fact that he was being dragged over the harsh ground. Elladan looked down into his brother's frightened eyes. "It's alright, Estel hold on." He whispered in elvish; their captor hit the dark haired elf again, he clenched his teeth determined not to let Estel see his pain. Elladan chanced another question. "Where are we going?" he asked calmly, the man's harsh growl told him that this was not a good idea, Elladan fell silent and kept his eyes on his little brother who had fallen back into unconsciousness .
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Silmir