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Elrohir cautiously watched the young elf who was sleeping. He did not know that he could be trusted, but he could not leave him here and he agreed with his prediction that his brothers' captor would not hesitate to rip him limb from limb if he was caught. So he sat gazing into the dying fire, occasionally looking at his sleeping companion. The afore mentioned companion awoke to find the elf staring at him, though not really seeing. "Mellon nin?" he said softly. Elrohir's attention suddenly snapped to the elf before him. "Yes? Sorry, I was thinking, now, tell me about yourself?" Elrohir questioned .

"I lived near Rivendell, as an outcast with my brother, till he was taken a week ago. He is a gifted healer thought his talent is not put to use."

Elrohir sighed and placed his hand on Lithmir's shoulder. "Where is he taking them?" he said wearily.

"I don't know. But what is your name Hîr nin?"

"Oh!" Elrohir laughed despite himself. "I am Elrohir."

"Why are you chasing him Elrohir?"

"He has taken my brother and foster brother captive, and how did you come to live outside Rivendell ?"

"My mother was killed by orc as was my father, we were with them and we ran, I never though to seek help." He finished flatly, yet with a defiant look in his eye.

"Ah."

Lithmir's eyes clouded over.

"Go back to sleep Lithmir, I will keep watch."

Lithmir turned and Elrohir fell back into thought.

A harsh wind whipped around them as Elladan struggled up the steep hill, half dragging half carrying Estel, who was now covered in mud and moaning softly. He fell onto his knees as they at last reached the top of the hill. "Get up." the man growled, Elladan was quick to obey, he scrambled to his feet. Estel looked as though he was going to wake up soon; he was stirring and a soft moan escaped his lips. "Please may I carry my brother." the man stared at Elladan with contempt. "We'll go faster that way." Living in Imladris had taught Elladan the fine art of bribery. Torn between watching the elf and boy suffer and his own comfort, the grizzled man nodded. Elladan swiftly picked Estel of the ground and settled him into his arms. The young boy's breathing was still shallow as they stumbled along in the fading light.

Soon a small inn came into view; a grubby looking sign hung from the door was swaying violently in the wind. They entered the bar and Elladan relaxed slightly, feeling the heat wash over him. "What you got there Tim?" the bar keeper leered. Obviously the man was known here and the thought worried Elladan.

"Two more," their captor snarled. "I'll take the tall one, he looks strong." A filthy man yelled with a laugh. Elladan shot the man speaking an ice hard stare and shifted Estel in his arms slightly. " 'El where are we?" Estel said softly, his eyes fluttering open. The patrons sitting around the bar roared with laughter and Elladan hated them for it. Estel looked frightendly up at his brother. "Shhh brother, be calm. I'll look after you," he said in soft elvish; the crowd fell silent and the man behind the bar froze staring at Elladan. "Get him out." He lowered his voice dangerously.

"Don't talk like that." Tim snarled. Elladan gazed curiously at his captor. "'E won't speak like that again will ye." he said threateningly. "That's what you think." Elldan replied tartly in his own tongue. The man hit him over the head. Elladan fell to the floor; white light flashing in front of his eyes. Estel hit the floor and got to his feet angrily "Estel no!"

Estel ran at the man unsheathing his sword, the bar laughed again. Elladan blinked attempting to clear his vision; he struggled to his feet and pulled his brother back. Feeling Elladan's arm around him Estel fell still and made to sheath his sword but Tim pulled it roughly from Estel's hand and placed it to his throat. Elladan froze. "You won't talk like that again, will ye." he leered clearly enjoying Elladan's fear. "No," the elf replied softly, his eyes full of fear. The man pushed Estel back into Elladan who protectively laid a hand across his brother's chest. "Hush Estel,"

The dark haired elf looked up with contempt at all those who had laughed at his brother; their presence in this place would earn them his eternal hatred. Tim roughly pushed them up the questionable stairs and opened the door to a tiny room; another person was tied to a chair in the corner. Long hair fell over his face hiding him from Elladan's eyes. He jerked as the door slammed and flipped is head up: matted hair fell away from his face to reveal bright, though tormented, eyes that lit up when Elladan walked through the door. Tim roughly pulled Estel away from his brother and tied him to a chair. Estel cried out and Elladan could see the other elf cringe. "I can trust you will not run then my little elf or else." he drew Estel's sword along its owner's throat leaving a thin red mark. Elladan cursed him silently. The person tied to the other chair made to speak, but a cold stare from the man at the other end of the room silenced him. Elladan's mind was working furiously; he now had to find a way to no only save himself and his brother, but this elf to; for Elladan was sure he was an elf. He tried to ignore the blinding pain in his temple, than gave up allowing the pain to come over him. "Estel, are you alright?" he brushed his brother's dark hair away from his face to reveal a light blue bruise. "Oh Estel," he sighed to himself as his brother was still asleep. "I'm alright 'El, I'm fine." Estel murmured brushing Elladan's hand away. "No your not. I wish I could help you. Try to rest Estel, you need your strength." He turned to the man and fixed him with an unshakable cold glare. "If he hurts my brother…" Elladan hissed through clenched his teeth. "He'll be sorry." he tightened his grip on the dagger that remained hidden under his tunic. He drifted into an uneasy sleep, often waking to stare out the curtainless window at the pale moon.