Hey, hyperactive forever. Thanks for the review. And the use off your poisonous shoe,. This isn't as quick as it could have been, but the spiders that show up later have been singing the lumberjack song, so it makes it hard to concentrate. I think your shoe needs new batteries. Flings shoe at spiders. One drops dead. Hey it WORKS , thanks for saving my ears , good for nothing spiders. Ok Enjoy
Elrohir trudged through the bog, still leaving no tracks. "Where exactly are we going?" he asked wearily. "Over that hill there is an inn. That's where they'll be." Elrohir nodded; the young elf stopped and faced his newfound ally. "Do you have any money on you?" Elrohir looked at him with wonder on his face, then laughed. "Yes Mellon, I do."
"Good, we may have to but them back."
Elrohir was visibly unnerved by this information, but Lithilin didn't notice.
They rounded the hill, leister speaking, Elrohir looked up; there was a grimy inn nestled in the valley.
"Mellon, hide your ears; they must not know you're elvish." Lithmir had already pulled his raven hair over his ears. Elrohir undid his plate and tied his black hair messily so that is covered his ears. He drew his dagger from it sheath and, grinning at Lithmir, deftly drew it across his cheek.Lithmir looked at him in confusion, and then smiled. "Well we both look dirty enough to be travellers." Lithmir nodded in agreement. "Yes we will certainly blend in."
Elrohir entered the inn warily Lithmir on his heels. A great auction seemed to be taking place around a grubby table.
A light browed haired elf was standing atop the bar, his hands twisted behind his back, his eyes flashed as he looked around. Into Elrohir's ear Lithmir muttered. "That's my brother. I bid!" he called louder. "You bid eh?" someone at the bar growled.
"Elrohir," he whispered again. "If they hurt me don't let them know that you know me." Elrohir nodded and spaced himself from Lithmir, pulling his weather stained hood over his face. "I bid," Lithmir said resolutely. "You are a genuine buyer then, not trying to save anyone?" the same man leered suspiciously. "No I am not." He said with a wan attempt to grin. "Then I suppose it would not pain you to know that he is sold." The man sneered
Lithmir struggled to contain his cry. He let a soft exclamation escaped him.
The bar tender approached and grabbed him by the collar, shaking him hard, the elf's hair feel away from his ears. "You're an elf aren't ye? You were trying to free him. Curse you! I'll kill you!" he yelled. The elf on the table looked up with desperation "Lithmir NO!" he cried; the crowd turned to stare at him. Lithmir froze. With great skill the light haired elf flipped a knife out of its sheath behind his back and flung it, off aim, into the crow; it struck the bar tender on the shoulder; he yelled and fell, cursing, to the floor. "Run!" he screamed. Lithmir took his chance; he would escape or die trying, crying "namaarie" he fled out of the door into the falling snow. Elrohir steadied himself as the elf was led off. The where a few shout and jeers as a knife wielding man charged after the swift elf; Elrohir prayed that he would live. Then all his attention was focused on to the bar top because a small figure was pushed onto it, his eyes unfocussed. It was Estel.