DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS

ONDRAYA'S P.O.V.

I hummed to myself as I made my way down the hall. The evening had been, overall, a very lovely one. Naturally, I was still upset with Imeron for not informing me sooner of Legolas's status, and I was extremely angry with Haldir and Fionan for wishing to keep it a complete secret from me.

Why was that? I knew that I didn't exactly act...mature, sometimes. Still, though. Where was the harm in my knowing?

Haldir, it seemed, kept so many things from me. He had obviously shared a very important secret with Fionan. I was even willing to bet that Imeron knew more than I did!

Sighing, I walked into my bedroom, still thinking hard and feeling annoyed. I was therefore completely off-guard, and totally unprepared for what came next.

A grimy hand wrapped itself around my face as another pair of them pulled me back and roughly tossed me to the floor.

My swearing and cursing was muffled by the large, hairy hand and I kicked and squirmed violently.

I was not the best fighter in the world, I knew that. Half the skill to fighting was simply intimidating your opponent, and I could easily hold my own under fair circumstances. Three against one was far from fair, however, and me lying on the floor, struggling for my life, was probably the most unintimidating thing imaginable. It also did not help that any little trick that I had picked up or learned over the years had completely flown from thought.

I was panicking.

"Ondraya...I did not think you were truly that ignorant." A smug voice gloated.

Rage filled every fiber of my being. Traven! That slimy rat! My writhing doubled and my captives strained to keep me under control. The first one was gagging me. If looks could kill, you can bet that Traven and his idiots would have died horrific, painful deaths right there.

"Surely you did not believe that a simple skirmish such as the one we had earlier was going to drive me off?" He gloated, smirking gleefully.

Time seemed to slow down. Everything in that moment felt so strained and so...wrong. I had to stop it. I had to make it end or I was going to explode. The emotions were building; I was seeing red.

Traven continued to brag and rub the situation in my face as he ordered his goons to lift and drag me along. But I refused to go willingly. I threw myself about violently, determined not to let things end this way.

"If you cannot keep her under control, then carry her!" Traven hissed to his two thugs.

Grunting, one of them tried to adjust his hold on me in order to throw me over his shoulder. A weak spot in his strength opened and I seized it immediately, wrenching my arm from his grasp and whipping it around to collide with his face.

Swearing loudly and holding his wounded nose, he took a few steps back and then charged at me. The whole thing happened so quickly, that I barely had a second to duck. The man behind me, the one who still had a tight grip on my other wrist, was completely lost in the confusion and taken entirely unawares when the other man fell over my crouched form and smashed straight into him.

The two of them toppled backwards, stumbling over themselves, each other, and me. The larger lost any sense of balance and fell back into the armoire, shattering the mirror, and pulling my wrist with him in such a way that it made a sickening crack. A thousand glass fragments rained down on us, then, and I screamed as I felt them bite into my skin, and felt the pain of my broken wrist shoot up my arm.

Traven, eyes wide, was backed into the corner, shouting orders. But it was too late. Feet were thundering down the hallway.

"Quickly!" He screamed, jumping out the window, landing easily, and rushing off into the night. The two men were not far behind.

I could not move from my huddled position on the floor. The pain in my wrist was unbearable; white spots were forming in front of my eyes and I whimpered slightly. Blood was oozing from the great many little cuts I'd acquired.

The door swung open and light flooded the room. Haldir, Fionan, and Imeron all stood there, along with Lord Elrond, several nobles that I did not recognize, and a dozen or so guards. I hadn't realized that the struggle was so loud.

They all poured into the room, and Lord Elrond doled out orders in a cool, rational voice.

"Get her onto the bed, and be sure that there is no glass there. You, fetch my bandages and tools. Fionan, please alert the guards that an intruder roams the grounds and that every sentry should double their watch..."

"Three. There were three of them..." I murmured as I was lifted onto the bed.

"Shhh," Lord Elrond's face appeared above mine. "Do not fret. They will be caught and dealt with soon. Rest now; sleep..."

I knew no more.

There ya go, folks )

I threw a lil teaser chapter up because I have an idea of where I want to go with this, but not of how I want to get there, LoL. Also, this is a notice that I am EXTREMELY busy with school and whatnot so I'm afraid that updates will be lacking. I greatly apologize in advance and sincerely thank those who have stuck with and dealt with me all this whole time that I did not update. I truly appreciate it :)

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