O.k Y'all! Sorry about the last two chapters I didn't have a disclaimer! Don't sue me (hides behind rock)
I don't own anything of J.R.R Tolkien although Haldir would be kinda cool to own……
"What? You can not be serious!" I exclaimed. This couldn't be true, he had to be somewhere around here! How could he just up and leave without anyone knowing? Dulin looked up at me, tears pouring silently down her face. "No, it's true. He's gone; he must have left sometime in the night. I remember waking at about one hour after midnight and getting a drink of water when I saw a strange elf in the courtyards."
"Describe this elf." I said, very worried that my suspicions were true. Dulin described an elf with long blue-black hair, brown cloak, tan pants, dark green shit and light green tunic. The elf I had spotted in the forest. I gave her a hug and walked up to my room, avoiding all of the officials that were scurrying around the castle. Once in my room I grabbed as many cloths as would fit in my pack. I then filched a basic mess kit from the barracks. I was walking to the stables planning to take my father's mare, Cul. However, on the way I rammed into something solid. Dulin was standing there a stern look in her eyes. "What are you doing?" She said firmly." "Ada." Was my response. She looked down then hugged me firmly. "Kelinte." She wisped into my ear then ran off. I readied Cul and myself the rode into the forest at a gallop.
After a while I slowed Cul and heard another set of hoof beats behind us, but when I swung around in the saddle, no one was there. I headed to the edge of the woods and got there just as the sun was setting. I could see the mountains in the distance. I felt a sense of tension in the air and before I could react, an arm had snagged around my waist and another had clamped onto my mouth. I struggled madly, kicking every inch of skin I could find. "You know, if you struggle a little more, I may 'accidentally' stab you." My captor spun me around. "Struggle a little less and I may actually let you walk on your own." I stopped struggling. "Good, we may just end up getting along." My captor had the dark eyes and hair of a wood elf. My suspicions were confirmed, the elf Dulin and I had spotted was holding me hostage. " I'm Durthond," he told me, "and you will be quiet." Durthond relised me and I tried to call out but found that my mouth wouldn't open. Durthond proceeded to tie my wrists. With that done he tossed me into my saddle and tied a line onto Cul. He swung up onto his stallion and rode off.
After several hours (Durthond didn't seem to need rest) I tried to work my mouth again, no luck. Durthond swung around and peered at me. "I'm surprised you haven't tried to wiggle out of the saddle. Good plan, that would hurt." I sighed inwardly and closed my eyes, trying to rid myself of the anger waiting to burst out of me. After another full day of riding I was beginning to sway in the saddle. Durthond seemed to notice and finally halted. He swung off his dark stallion and helped me to slide off Cul. Once the two horses were drinking out of a stream Durthond broke the silence by commenting, "Do you like this saddle, I just got it repaired." He pointed to the newish looking saddle he had pulled off of his horse. I was still under the effect of the silence spell and couldn't offer a comment. I raised my eyebrow. He pointed at my mouth and said, "Right." I was stunned by his lack of maturity about the whole situation. He had just kidnapped an innocent woman and was joking around like he was an old hunting buddy of mine. I looked away, not wishing to have a 'conversation' with this strange elf.
"Alright." Durthond finally said. "I'll let you speak." I slowly opened my mouth. I said the first thing that came to mind.
"What did you do to my father?" Durthond kneeled down and leaned in close to my face.
"A) I don't know what you're talking about. B) Explain or you don't speak for a while." I glared at him then said angrily.
"My father, Haldir, disappeared about three days ago. The night of his disappearance you were spotted by my sister and me. You foul thing! How could you trick him into leaving!" I didn't state this as a question, it was a declaration, and there was no questioning that he had done this. Durthond leaned backwards; rocking on his heals, seemingly pondering something.
"You must think very highly of me." I was shocked, I had just called him a foul thing, it was apparent that I did not like him in the least. "Because I am nowhere near that clever." I sighed and looked away. Durthond proceeded swing me back onto Cul and mount up himself.
After hours of riding through plains that I didn't recognize night fell and Durthond stopped. He settled the horses and gathered wood for a fire. I sat on the ground with my knees drawn up to my chest. Once Durthond got a fire started he grabbed out packs and threw out our bedrolls. "Come on, don't sit on the cold, hard ground." I moved over to my bedroll and sat, not facing him. Durthond decoded to ignore me as well; he bustled around making some sort of soup. He was quickly finished and grabbed two bowls out of his pack and handed one to me. I looked at my tied wrists and back up at him. He sighed and cut the bonds with a knife tucked into his boot. "There, eat, it'll do you good." I lifted a spoonful of the soup to my mouth than rememberd the spell that wouldn't allow me to open my mouth. I glared at him. He grinned at me and said, "Promise you won't shout?" I nodded and he turned to refill his bowl. I opened my mouth and began to eat. Durthond ate slowly while looking off into the distance. He noticed that I was done and swiftly picked up my bowl and his, filled them with water and set them on the bed of coals the fire had become." If you're good, I'll let you sleep without the spell." I nodded and laied down. Durthond got up and wandered over to the horses. I curled into a ball. I tried to stop them but the tears came. They poured silently down my face. I had failed, I had failed my father. Haldir would never be found, what if he was injured? How could I help him if I was being held captive? I didn't notice Durthond's return; I felt a hand on my shoulder and started. Durthond was looking at me, his eyes full of concern. "Are you alright?" I wiped my face and sat up. " I…I failed him." I stuttered out. "I failed my father and it's all your fault! What did you do to him Durthond?" Durthond grabbed my shoulders, " I. Don't. Know. What. You. Are. Talking. About."
"Didn't you trick him or something?"
"No, I didn't know your father. I have never been to Lorien before now. I came because I sensed a great power there." I looked down. "My mother, she is the most powerful healer in the area."
"No." Durthond said. " Great power of the mind and body, not of the kind you are speaking about."
"Durthond-"
"Please, call me Dur, Durthond is such a mouthful." (a/n and it's hard on the hands sigh..)
"Alright, Dur, why are you being so kind to me, your prisoner?"
"You aren't my prisoner. I captured you to test your power." I was shocked! Not a prisoner? Powers? What powers?
"What do you mean, Dur?" Dur sighed, looked down then looked back up at me. "I'll tell you later. Sleep now." Dur apparently could tell that I was ready to ask more questions because he places his fingertips on my forehead and whispered, "Sleep now, and sleep a dreamless sleep. Let the quiet take over and sleep." I felt the strange magic enter my head and felt my eyelids droop. I was asleep before my head hit the bed.
Dur looked down on the young elf fast asleep in front of him. He brushed the hair out of her face and pulled the blanket over her. He grabbed her weapons and placed them beside her. After banking the fire, Dur rolled himself up in a blanket and drifted into a light sleep.