Hey everyone, thanks for still reading. I'm finally done with all my final exams and traveling back home for the holidays. It has been really busy. I hope y'all all had a good Christmas! Also trigger warning, this definitely one of the M chapters. Really dark themes, but I won't go into anything too graphic.

I woke faster the second time around. I still woke up dimly aware, but it came back to me much quicker. The one who had looked at me so sad with red hair, or so I must assume since I still can't see, was holding me against him gently. It was almost awkward because of how short I am. I can't decide if I should feel like a child or a toy in height comparison here. I can't see him, but from where I am leaning against him I can't feel his shoulder above me. I haven't seen him stand up yet, but I am sure he will tower over me then too.

He clearly felt me come back to consciousness. I angled my face up to look at him and we made eye contact through the dark. His eyes are nearly as indescribable as hair was with the varied emotions swirling in their dark gray depths. Though I suppose his eyes must be extra dark with the light. Wait, how can I see his eyes anyway, do they glow? What on earth is wrong with his eyes! The startled sensation I got from realizing his eyes had their own light reflecting was swallowed with a sickly fear creeping up as a remembered that thing that hurt me.

Unfortunately, as soon as I remembered getting wrecked, I felt the pain of it come back. I certainly had cracked a couple ribs, but clearly, my lung wasn't punctured. I broke eye contact and gently set my hand down over my ribs and lightly applied to pressure to find out where it hurt the most. I almost screamed, but as it was I only let out a choked garble.

Clearly, the red-haired guy was extremely agitated by my garble as he quickly took my hands. I fidgeted slightly confused and in extreme pain from my ribs. What if that kick had hit my spine or something?

"A pusta!"

"A pusta!"

"A pusta!"

He nailed me with a stern glare and his voice was almost, I say almost, scary despite what I remembered if his injured body. We may not speak the same language, but it wasn't difficult to figure out he wanted me to leave my ribs alone for now. I gave his eyes my best puppy dog eyes and let out a sad whimper of pain.

"A pusta!" He said once more letting his gaze bore into mine sternly before letting go of my hands.

I rested my hands in my lap and stared broodingly at the opposite wall. I couldn't actually see the opposite wall, but I know that it exists and that we are trapped here. I sucked in breathes and blew them out. I groaned and leaned my head back against the other prisoner. There is literally nothing to do here. I hate being bored. I can't even stand or do anything because it causes blinding agony.

Brilliance has come upon me! I'll try to initiate conversation with him.

"Hiiiiiii" I drew out pushing my head against him. He didn't acknowledge me and I let out a huff. I tried looking up to make eye contact again, but the light wasn't on me. Pun of course intended. I slowly lifted an arm trying to avoid agitating my ribs, but I could feel pain shooting through me anyway from the movement. His eyes shifted to where my arm was lifting and it narrowed. He looked back to my eyes. Does he see in the dark? He must, I would think, it at least certainly feels he can see my eyes and they were pointed at my hand after all.

"A pusta." He said in a deadly quiet voice. I narrowed my eyes back and slowly pulled my arm to the opposite shoulder.

"Chloe" I tapped my shoulder. I waited expectantly looking back into the stern eyes optimistically. I could feel my excitement at trying to do something deflating quickly. My eyes dampened, but I refused to cry over someone ignoring me. I looked down and gently moved my hand back to its original place on my lap.

"Maehdros" my head pulled up in surprise as he spoke. I looked back up at his eyes, but they were once again focused far away. I was hoping we could keep speaking, but he obviously didn't want to. I whispered it under my breath, however, it didn't sound nearly the same and I felt a slight shake on my body. The lancing pain resulted in a gasp from me and the sensation quickly stopped. Lights flashed in my vision and it took a few seconds before I realized he must have been laughing at me. I pushed my elbow back slowly until I found something and then jabbed it a little bit harder.

"Chloe" I said smugly waiting to see how he would pronounce. The perfectly pronounced "Chloe" from him had my eyes widening and I let out of a huff leaning back on him harder.

"Maehdros, Maehdros" I repeated until It sounded pretty good. I kept it on repeat for a few minutes in my head until I was sure I would pronounce it well. I'm bored again though. I need to get out of this place, I wasn't made for sitting in the dark for eternity. Then again, I don't want a repeat of the beating from before I was knocked out. OHMYGOSH! This one is here being beaten and so am I! What if we are in hell. This is terrible! What did I do to deserve this forever?

Apparently, my words are a magnet because the lock mechanism sounded on the door again. I tensed up and felt my ribs protest with searing pain. I ignored it to focus on the door as best as I could and dread took over my body as three of those things stepped in with a torch. I looked up to Maehdros as his arm tightened around me and was startled by his ear. It was pointy and I wanted to touch it to see if it was real. I already knew it was. His hair color, his glowing eyes, and his height, not to mention the other creatures. Of course, he was something else.

He snarled something at the three monsters who pushed their way in making raucous noise. I winced at the grating sound of their language and laughter as they responded in a jeering fashion. One of them approached me and without warning, Maehdros managed to pull me over him to his other side. I fell ungracefully backward though and let out a shriek at the pain of the ribs being jostled so obviously. I lay unmoving feeling pain and completely unaware of anything else other than needing to get up and run.

No matter how many times I told myself to get up every time I tried to move my body I fell back in agony. I felt something grab one of ankles and with horror, I saw it was one of the monsters. I swung my other foot at him weakly and he slapped it. I could hear the sound of the slap echoing in the small room and to my continuing horror, I saw Maehdros curled up. He was clearly unconscious and I could see blood welling from spots. Distress knotted in my stomach as I tried to swallow the knowledge that this beating of his is my fault.

One of the other monsters had managed to sneak up behind me in my distraction. Ok, I was kinda stuck on the floor in pain with my ankle grabbed, but he still snuck up. Pushing my arms down and pinning my wrists increased my adrenaline and my thoughts all shifted to just escape. The one holding my ankle shook me slightly and said something to the third one watching what was happening. It gave me a leer and I started screaming as my mind finally connected they didn't just want to beat me. I struggled furiously, but they were too strong and the one holding my ankle caught my other leg which had been swinging around furiously to evade being caught.

I kept thrashing wildly oblivious to further damage I was doing to my body. It was like I couldn't feel the pain at all, just thinking about having to escape. I jerked to a stop watching the one not holding my ankles or arms start unlacing his pants and screamed as loud as I could. I could hear the one behind me mutter something and vaguely felt heavier weight drop on my arms as he pinned my wrists down with his knees. I froze stunned into shock as its palm connected to my face and I felt blood well up in my mouth.

I didn't stay frozen for long, however, as he reached down to my dress. The rip of fabric startled me into renewed thrashing and the one who was unlacing approached. He kneeled down and gripped the other edge of my dress. He caught my eyes and a wolfish grin appeared and he slowly began lifting it.

"Nadal" the monsters froze and my vision flashed in and out as I felt the adrenaline begin to fade. The monsters all let go and stood. I peered past one of the monsters legs towards the door. He was beautiful. I wonder if he is like Maedhros. He said something else to them and moved inside as they hurried past him. He has a reallllllly mesmerizing voice. He strode towards me after sparing an unreadable glance at Maehdros.

He crouched down next to me and I let out at terrified and pained whimper when he moved his hand. He said something else and I just stared at him unmoving and in agony. He lowered his tone repeating something. I felt my body ease up a little as I kept my gaze suspiciously on his hand near my hair. He lifted some of it inspecting it and smiled at my bafflement. I tried to move up slightly onto my elbows and collapsed back with wail of pain. He frowned looking over my body and then just lifted me up. I gasped but didn't cry out this time at the jostling. He walked, or glided I suppose, quickly out the room and barked an order at one the monsters. I just kind of laid limp unable to move hearing the door slam shut and the mechanism being enacted. I finally escaped the room.

I tried to take in my surroundings, bu pain and repetition distracted me. It was more of the same basically. There were torches along the all every so often so it wasn't terribly dark like in the cell, but the stone just looked the same. The air seemed to be getting warmer though. Like super warm. I felt sweat bead along my brow as I hung limply in his arms. His? I don't even know who this one is. His hair is pretty like Maehdros. Well not like Maehdros because it is golden, not red. It's too damn hot now. To think I was cold in that. I nodded off slightly dizzy and bored with the stone and pain.

Lots of commotion instantly snapped me out of the almost sleep. The one holding me was looking into a room lined with beds and monsters rushing to and fro with a couple of Maehdrosses intermingled and looking over monsters in the beds. Hospital my mind decided to helpfully supply me as I internally sighed at the sight of the tools being used. One of the Maehdrosses stood, grabbed something, and we turned (technically he turned us, but whatever) with the Maehdross following us.

The one who followed us moved forward when we stopped and opened a door.

"LEILA" I cried out.

The elvish I got is from the omniglot useful quenya phrases and nadal from angelfire from the blackspeech. They both mean stop. Also if you didn't catch it, Sauron found her in the dungeon. He recognized her as similar to Leila. Chloe also does not know the differences between elves and maiar or that the race is not called "Maehdros".