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A/N:
'This is thought'
This in mind speech
'This is visions'
"" This is mind to mind Far Speak ""
A/N2: I had a wonderful reader who caught a grievous error I have been making in both this story and Hellfire! I have been accidentally spelling Imladris as Imlandris. Thank you so much for spotting that for me!
To my Lovely Readers: THANK YOU!
Freedom's Bid
She came awake slowly and wished she had not. It was no different then the last time she had awoke. Rattling the chain a bit she glared at the ceiling, then cursed the damn twin to the very depths of the most horrific place in Mordor she could envision. Sadly she had already done so twice; making it not even close to satisfying! A snort of laughter met Fury's ranting and brought her gaze from the ceiling to a pair of dancing mithril eyes. Elladan lay sprawled on the bed in only his under tunic and breeches. His silken midnight hair spilled wildly over his shoulders free of its braid and down to the four poster bed's mattress like a black waterfall. The amused twist of his lips sorely made the bandit want to blacken his other eye. The twin lay on his stomach with his cheek pillowed on his arms as he watched the enraged female on the floor; from the comfort of a very soft down filled mattress. Turning her blazing lavender-grey gaze to the ceiling once more, Fury patently ignored the self satisfied twin lounging on the bed across the room from her.
Elrond listened in amazement at the goings on in his realm. He was stunned by the antics of the particular female that was now rendered helpless by a mithril chain encircling her waist and locked in his son's bed chambers. After the third escape attempt by said female, Elladan had just walked up to the bandit and tossed her over his shoulder as she continued her creative cursing and violent behavior. The twin had slammed up the stairs to his room, calling back over his shoulder for Glorfindel to bring him one of the solid mithril chains the elves used to bring ice blocks to the cellars and the silversmith. Bewildered Glorfindel looked at his Lord, before shrugging his shoulders and going in search of the items requested.
The sight that met Glorfindel's eyes when he stepped into the bedchamber made him unsure whether to be outraged or laugh out loud. Holding her like one would an unruly and petulant child, Elladan sat on the floor of his chamber half way between the balcony and the bathing chamber with Fury on the floor in front of him. His arms were wrapped tight around the violently squirming bandit's chest effectively pinning her arms to her side. His legs were crossed over Fury's thighs making it impossible for her to move away from Elladan's masterful, yet gentle, hold. Firmly holding back his laughter proved to be much too hard for the great Balrog slayer. An inelegant snort preceded Glorfindel's bout of unlordly laughter, to which both Elladan and Fury took exception. Lashing out with her foot, Fury landed a solid kick to Glorfindel's knee nearly toppling him to the floor. The look of shock on the Balrog slayer's face was priceless and Elladan could not help but smirk in satisfaction at the wily bandit's well aimed vengeance. That would definitely teach Glorfindel to watch out for the elleth's nasty side. Fury might not be able to pull from Elladan's harsh grasp, but with her legs still loose the bandit was still wild and vicious!
The twin bade the silversmith to anchor the mithril chain firmly into his bedchamber wall, just shy of where he sat with Fury. Elladan had already placed a thinner mithril chain beside them for the silversmith to place around Fury's waist so the smith could weld it tight enough the bandit could not wiggle free. If Fury wanted to escape she would have to detach the chains and that would be impossible without help. With the larger chain anchored, the silver smith began the task of welding the smaller chain on the infuriated bandit's waist with barely enough room to slide her shirt out and through the chain so she could change clothes. Elladan's palm had to be looked at by Elrond by the time the silversmith was done. In her violent frame of mind, Fury tried to bite the smith. When Elladan jerked her head away from the silversmith's throat, she proceeded to bite the twin's hand deep enough to draw a good amount of blood; followed by some improbable, though very descriptive, curses.
It had been a week since Elladan had brought the bandit to the Last Homely House tossed face down on his mount with the twin resting an elbow on her back while she cursed a blue streak in four languages. The stubborn female refused to give up the location of where his twin, Elrohir, was being held captive. So far there had been three missives from the bandits still at large. Each letter told that the younger twin was still alive and well, but would not be released until Fury gave the order. The missives were always tied around an arrow and delivered in the deep dark of night by way of archery. How the bandit's archer kept sliding through the Imladris guardian's line of defense worried both Elladan and Glorfindel to no end. Fury just smirked happily.
Fury's fiery nature had ignited a matching flame in Elladan's volatile nature. The bandit leader had raised the twin's lust even as she had raised his ire; much to the twin's great disgust. Fury's unexpectedly feral actions at the campsite, stemming from the twin's dismissal of the bandit leader's honor, had brought out a deep seated need in Elladan to dominate the bandit leader into submission of his will. Unfortunately for the older twin, Fury not only refused to comply with his unspoken dominance, but acted as if Elladan should be the one to give in to the bandit's strong will. The twin shook his head in mixed amusement and disgust at the predicament he now found himself in. It galled him to think that she was the only link to his brother. The twin now alternated between wanting to kill her as painfully as possible and the unbidden urge to take her into his bed to mate with her like a rabid warg in heat. With a frustrated sigh, Elladan pushed aside both unwanted thoughts before tucking the new coverlet over and around her gently. Brushing a few stray hairs back behind her gracefully pointed ears, Elladan whispered softly to the sleeping bandit without conscious thought, "Sleep well, wild one. Mayhap in the bright light of morning you will be more cooperative then you have been so far." Standing gracefully, the twin looked down upon his sleeping prisoner with a puzzled frown, before returning to his own warm bed to wait for the elleth's awakening.
Dawn's break was only an hour or so away when Fury awoke from the nest of blankets she had made on the floor of Elladan's bedchamber. She shifted only to find herself strangely covered. Frowning, the bandit surveyed the coverlet that was drapped over her. Somehow in the middle of the night someone had added an extremely thick blanket to the meager pile of thin, almost sheet like, blankets that made up her nest. Moving quietly as to not wake the sleeping elf, Fury wiggled into an upright position and gazed at the rich coverlet in awe. It was made of the softest wool Fury had ever had the pleasure to feel and she burrowed her face into its warmth with child like abandon. The beautiful coverlet was done in vivid blues, deep greens, stormy grays, and pale purples depicted a scene of a woodland glade. Never had she been allowed such luxury and she felt more than slightly guilty that she was so warm while the others were still forced to live in the semi dank caves. The pain of that train of thought wavered in her eyes, mirroring the grief that had made such rash actions necessary for survival. With a sad sigh, Fury ran her hand lovingly over the coverlet, before burrowing back under it to await the morning's light.
Elladan's lips twitched in amusement as he watched the elleth bury her face in the blanket's soft warmth. The look of sheer delight that had spread rapidly across her face, made the twin wonder just what kind of living conditions the bandits endured. The twin was surprised at the flashes of guilt and pain that crossed her beautiful face. Her vivid lavender-grey eyes dimmed suddenly, as if memory came unbidden and ripped the innocent joy from her soul. Her sad sigh almost brought Elladan to her side, but he stopped himself just in time.
Earlier…
The twin had worried about the bandit's stubborn refusal to ask for any comforts to ease her stay and it nipped at his ingrained need to offer, even the lowliest guest, the hospitality that all of Imladris was famed for. He had seen the coverlet when he had gone to pick up some clothing Elrohir had ordered. Eyeing the colors of the blanket, the twin knew they would compliment the bandit's coloring wonderfully and the scene would bring a smile to her rosebud lips. Elladan had spun on his heels and left without the coverlet; frowning at his wayward thoughts of kindness towards such a churlish creature.
Two hours later he had growlingly bargained the seamstress for two dresses in the bandit's approximate size and the blanket. The twin left with the coverlet under his arm wrapped up, in a dark cloth, so the bandit could not see what Elladan deposited in his closet. After the elleth had drifted into deep reverie, the twin had stealthily crept to the closet and hastily unwrapped the coverlet. As Fury began to stir, Elladan whispered a sleeping spell into her already tired mind. Now that she was in a deep trance sleep, the twin could look upon her without hostility marring her features. Her comeliness whispered of carnal delights kept well hidden below the surface of her combatant demeanor. She looked so young and innocent in sleep, but he knew that was not but an illusion.
The bandit's abilities in combat rivaled the twin's own skill. Her bravery in battle and gentleness in patching up the wounded had garnered her the twin's grudging respect. She was an enigma of soft tender nurturing and violent destruction. How could such a small creature create such a maelstrom of havoc, in such an incredibly short time, Elladan did not know. The tinkling sound of metal brushing metal brought to Elladan's mind the bandit's now helpless state of capture. A roguish grin flashed across the twin's face at the thought of Fury being totally at his mercy. The twin would not take too great an advantage of her current situation, but the elleth did not have to know that!
It would be quite intriguing to see how far, into a more primal frame of mind, the sleeping elleth could be pushed. Elladan wished to see how the bandit's desires could be used against her; before his own conscience stopped the older twin's torment of the elleth. Fury's wild nature promised a bounty of dormant lust, trapped within the pleasing package , but the twin had plans to awaken it; just to keep her off balance, anxious and distracted. If the bandit leader had to fight her own primal urges, then it would be much harder for her to fight the endless questioning the twin would demandingly engage her in daily. Elladan vowed he would have Elrohir back safe and sound before much longer! If any person dared to interfere with his plans for the female, they would have to deal directly with the older twin. His younger twin would always stay foremost in his mind and the eradication of the rest of the bandit horde was second! The elleth before him would come to rue the day she had toyed with the sons of Elrond!
