Chapter 18: Broken Promise

by Shawna D.

When Admir awoke she was tied tightly to a tree. Everything ached and she couldn't move. Where am I...? Whats wrong with me...? she wondered.

As if reading her mind a tall dark blonde haired elf stepped out of the shadows.

"The Princess is awaken at last." he sneered. "You don't remember what happened, do you?"

Admir did her best to shake her head, only resulting in giving herself a headache.

"Thelion was right. To think the Valar ever allowed half bloods to reside in our world." he said coldly.

Admir looked up, and imediately reconized the elf that was guarding her. "Amarth...why...? Why...are...you doing this...?" she asked weakly. "You...you have...human blood...in you..."

Amarth growled and punched her across the face, despite what he had been told by Thelion.

"HOLLEN AM! Don't you ever compare me to one of those filthy half bloods! And don't you speak unless I order you to!" he spat. "I am in NO WAY a human, nor will I ever be!"

Admir smirked slightly. "I know you are...your mother was a human, was she not?" she whispered, knowing that if anyone else heard, that he was in complete danger. "Elenya...I believe her given elf name was. That was so no one would know she was a human."

Amarth growled angrily and turned his back to her. Another elf entered the clearing. "She's giving you trouble?" snickered the other elf.

"Go away, Mornië, I can handle her!" snapped Amarth, stamping his foot in anger.

Mornië crossed his arms. "I don't think you can, being the youngest, you could never deal with her."

"I'M 14!" snapped Amarth, "I CAN HANDLE AN 8 YEAR OLD!" he tried to punch Mornië, who easily dodged. "See? What if the half blood--" Admir interupted.

"STOP CALLING ME HALF BLOOD! MY NAME IS ADMIR! AND I'M NO MERE HALF BLOOD, I AM THE HEIR OF ISILDUR!" she began remembering all she had heard Elrond saying to another elf, whose voice she didn't recconize.

"Do you really think that either of them is likely to become King or Queen of Gondor?" he had asked.

"They are both blood heirs of Isildur, do you not believe being related to him they have they have no power?" asked the other voice.

"I don't know..." sighed Elrond. "It's just hard to imagine...either of my foster children...becoming the ruler of Gondor..."

"Do you believe it will be Aragorn or Admir?" asked the other voice.

"Well Admir is older and most likely immortal as a half elf. But Aragorn is more like their father...it's an impossible thing for me to guess. It could be either of them."

A cold voice snapped Admir other of her thoughts.

"Of course you are," Amarth said sarcastically, "And your princeling friend isn't being tricked into another of Thelion's briliant schemes as we speak." he laughed coldly.

"WHAT? What has he done to Rogir now? TELL ME!" she demanded.

Mornië slapped his arm lightly. "How smart was that? You just told her! You're going to pay hell when Thelion gets back!"

Amarth suddenly realized what he'd just said, and turned slightly pale. He back away slowly.

An empty glass bottle rolled to his feet from behind a few trees, causing him to trip over backwards. He groaned and sat up. "What the hell was that?" he snapped.

"Mind your manners." answered Thelion stepping into the clearing, smirking.

Admir imediately began struggling against the rope that bound her. "What have you done with Rogir?" she demanded. "He had better be ok!"

"I do not believe I have done anything to your friend, half blood." he replyed coldly, walking towards her. He took out a knife.

Admir shivered. "W-what are you doing? Ada'll banish you if you do it! I-I...I have a brother to take care of!" she didn't care how dumb it sounded, she wanted to be left alone.

However, Thelion pulled at a bit of her long dark Amber hair and cut it with the knife, despite her struggling.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!" snapped Admir whipping her head around, whipping Thelion with her hair, and hitting him in the eye.

Thelion winced slightly and turned to the other two elves that were standing there. "Be rid her of this horrible weapon." he said, meaning her hair.

Amarth, knowing that if he didn't want Mornië to explain what had happened, handed his blade to him.

"SAESA DARO HA!" cried Admir.

No one would reconized me...and Rogir always told me he liked the way my hair was...

FLASHBACK

A young 5 year old Admir was running through a field of flowers, looking for a special one for her Ada. She spotted a beautiful blue flower, and decided that it was perfect. On her way back she noticed a bright pink flower. "It matches my dress!" she exclaimed happily and placed it in her hair as she raced home.

"Ada!" she exclaimed. "I brought you a present!"

"What's all the excitement?" grumbled Rogir dragging himself into the room.

"I got Ada a pwetty flower!" she smiled.

"Rogir stared at it and frowned. "Great...what's in your hair?" he asked.

"Pwetty flower!" she said cheerfully.

Rogir turned away digusted. "Get that thing out of your hair." he demanded.

"It don't make me look pwetty?" asked Admir teary eyed.

"No mellon-nin, you look prettier without it." he said then realized how that sounded blushed slightly. He was lucky Admir was unsure about boy and girl relationships yet.

"I...do?" she asked happily taking the flower out of her hair and throwing it. "I guess your right."

Rogir folded him arms and smiled. "You better not do anything else stupid to it. It's nice the way it is. Don't ever change it. I can't imagine what would happen if you cut it!"

"I won't. I promise."

END FLASHBACK

By the time she had finished thinking, her hair had already been cut unevenly to her shoulders, when it had originally had been below her waist.

Admir felt tears fall but she didn't care. She no longer cared about what they did to her.

The only thing that mattered was that her promise to Rogir had been broken.

TRANSLATIONS

Mornië mean "darkness"

Amarth means "doom"

Elenya means "stars' day"