Hey everyone, I'd just like to make a note that this story is set in my own little Jackie Universe. These places are all made up and not apart of LOTR. This will become a LOTR later on.

Chapter 3

Night on the first day seemed to fall with all the coldness of the winter riding in on its shoulders. With the coming night and its cold I knew I would not spend this night alone. The Prince would come to me this night and take me to his quarters and there I would more than likely be beaten into submission and raped. I knew this deep with in my heart, into the very marrow of my bones, that this would be my fate and I would not have to wait long for it to come.

Fate found me huddled in the corner of the tent, trying desperately to conserve my own body heat. The prince walked in quietly and strode toward, purpose written in every footstep.

He spoke, " Come with me." I met his dark eyes as I struggle to stand on my tethered legs. Refusing to wait any longer for me to stand he simply picked my up and through me over his broad shoulders. I grunted in pain as his shoulder dug into the pit of my stomach.

I refused to look any where but the ground. Knowing that the men in his army were, without question, staring at their Prince. I could feel their eyes burning into my back as we entered his large tent. A wave of warmth washed over my as soon as we entered. I took what pleasure I could in being warm as he through me down onto a large pile of furs used for his bed. He left me their and chose to walk to a small wash basin in the corner. He poured a small amount of water into it before soaking a large rag with in it. He turned to me and through it at me. Surprised by his actions and extremely tired form the days events the rag simply hit me in the chest. I glared up at him as he spoke.

" Wash yourself." His voice held no emotion and his face was as if it had been carved from stone. I couldn't read him but I didn't really need to. I knew what was to happen. I did what I was told and slowly began to scrub my dirtied and bloodied skin. I watched him as he stripped off his armor and splashed water over his face. He blotted his face on a small towel and began to strip of his clothing so he could clean the rest of his body. His tanned and muscular body would have aroused me if we had been in another situation. But as it was it simply made me feel sick at the thoughts of what they body was going to do to mine and what harm it had already cause me.

I turned my head in disgusted and went back to washing myself, my hands began to tremble. I clenched them in a desperate attempt to gain control over myself.

" What is your name?"He questioned as he began to walk toward me. I looked up at him, standing above me completely naked. I quickly looked back down and finished scrubbing my skin.

" Adriana." I provided quietly.

" A lovely name." He murmured as he lay down beside me. I turned my head from him and stared at the tent wall. " look at me." he ordered, I trained my eyes on the wall and swallowed. " look at me." He grabbed my chin harshly and turned my face to meet his. I cried out as pain ignited in my cheek. Tears slipped passed my eyes, not only from the pain but from terror as well. " Now look at me." His cold grey eyes seemed to freeze my own warm golden brown ones. I hardened my gaze and stared back at him coldly. " Take off your clothes." His words sent a shiver down my spine that seemed to travel through all my bones. " I said take them off." I stayed still, I would not willingly give myself to him. If he wanted me, he would have to fight me until I couldn't fight anymore. He slapped me on my broken cheek, sending my sprawling to the ground.

" Bastard!" I hissed as he tackled me and slammed me into the ground. I slapped and clawed at any part of him I could reach. I dug my nails into his back and pulled down with all my might. I growled low in his throat. He slapped me twice more, stars twinkled in my vision and I begged for the darkness to take me. I hissed in pain as he ripped of my cloths and savagely groped my breasts. I kneed him in the groin with the straight I had left and flipped him off of me. I lunged away from him, crawling across the ground. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back to him. Tears stung my eyes as I clawed at the ground trying desperately to get away. I flipped my body and turned toward him attempting to kick him in the face. He simply caught my weak attempt and pulled my closer. He punched me hard in the face, the move left me momentarily stunned. He took his opportunity to pin me down. I stared at him through the daze that had clouded my vision. He pulled my hands above my head, easily pinning them both down with one of his large hands. His body was flushed against mine, his weight nearly suffocating me. Black dots spotted my vision as I struggled to suck air into my lungs. " Even broken your beautiful." He whispered in my ear. He kissed up the side of my neck.

" Go to hell." I whispered. The darkness finally took me when his fist smashed painfully into the side of my face.

I woke slowly from the light filtering threw my eyes. I groaned at the burning sensation I felt between my legs and rolled over. My eyes widened at the sight of the Prince standing above me fully clothed, rag in hand. " Wash your self, we move with in the hour." He dropped the rag on my face and left me.

I groaned as I sat up and examined myself. I had various bruises that littered my body, large hand prints and bite marks were clearly evident on my thighs. I tentatively touched the rag to my face and hissed. I gently scrubbed the dried blood from my lips and the other small scraps on my face. I washed the stitched wounds on my shoulders that had miraculously held together. I moved down my body and couldn't help myself as tears leaked down my eyes at the sight of myself. I could barely stand to look at myself.

When I was finished I stood slowly and looked around for something to wear. I didn't dare take anything of the Princes. I looked for my clothing from last night, I found them by the Princes clothing trunk. I tied the pieces I could back on to myself so they would cover the most skin. I grabbed the strips of clothing I had left and tied them around my feet. I didn't have any shoes left so they would have to do. I looked around and my eyes again fell on the trunk of the Prince. I looked around the room and crept over to the trunk. I opened it and winced as it creaked rather loudly. I looked around again and then back to the contents of the trunk. A gasp escaped my lips at what I saw. There in side the trunk were all of my weapons and my clothing along with those of the Princes. There were a few maps and other random items littering the bottom. I closed it quickly and scurried to the opposite side of the tent just in time to see the Prince come through the tent flap. " Come with me, we have work for you before we leave." I followed him out of the tent, this time unable to ignore the stares of his men. I glared back at them and some quickly look away. Others continued to stare devilishly at me some even had the nerve to whistle at their Prince. I paused in my steps as one man made a particularly obscene comment. I turned toward the man and lunged toward him.

" Son of Bitch!" I screamed as I tackled him to the ground and punched him once in the face before I was hauled off of the man. The Prince held me back as I squirmed and struggled to hit the man again. " Don't you ever say anything like that in my presence again or I swear to the Gods I cut out your tongue." I hissed.

The Prince turned me toward him and glared sharply at me. " Now you listen to me! You will never, ever, talk to anyone or I swear to the Gods you wont live long enough to draw another breath!" He slapped me, " That's the only warning you'll ever get."

He through me to the ground and kicked me with his boot. The toe of his foot digging into my ribs. " Get me some rope." He yelled, no one move. " NOW!"

I almost laughed at the sight of at least 10 men running to do his bidding. A man returned with some rope and he tied my hands together. He grabbed the end of the rope and he pulled me behind him. Some of the men laughed as I stumbled over my own feet and fell. I shivered as the snow soaked my clothing. Someone kicked me from behind and I feel face forward into the snow. Then hauled roughly to my feet and slapped again. I cried out as he hit my bruised and broken face.

The Prince continued to drag me behind him as he made his way through camp as the men packed up their tents. If this was what my life was going to be like from this day forward, I knew that I would have no choice but to end my own life.

We traveled hard, the prince had me tied to the back of his horse. My arms wrapped around the Princes waste and tied to the pommel the hole day. By the end of the day my arms were rubbed raw and my wrists were bleeding and swollen. We never really made camp for the next four days. We would only rest occasionally to give the horses a break. The Prince would take me to the nearest secluded spot and have his way with me. By the end of our encounter I was usually unconscious and the Prince would have to carry me back. I fought him ever day, no matter how useless my struggles were a part of me wouldn't give up and every day he would beat me into submission. Every time he hit me a new part of me grew to hate him. My heart was so full of hate for him I barely felt anything else. I would kill him before I tried to escape. The bastard wouldn't live to do this to any one else.

When we finally made camp I was immediately placed into the Princes tent. I curled up into a ball on the furs and pretended to be asleep as the men brought in the Princes things. I watched them through half laden eyes as they carried his trunk in. They placed it at the head of his furs. This would be my night. The men left and I leapt to my feet. I opened his trunk and pulled out my knife. I shut it quietly and jumped back on to the pile of furs, quickly tucking the dagger in the folds. I fell back asleep on top of them and waited for night to come and along with it my freedom.

When I'd finally close my eyes and thought I'd get a decent sleep when I found myself pinned beneath a very large, very drunk, naked Prince. ' Perfect' I thought and couldn't help but smile.

" Happy to see me." He whispered in my ear. He ran his hands up my side and under my rag of a shirt to cup my breast.

" No, not at all." I hissed and slammed my forehead into his as hard as I could. For a second he smiled at me goofily and then promptly passed out. I smiled as I shoved him off me with a grunt. I jumped to my feet and went straight to the trunk. I shoved it open and grabbed a pair of the Princes pants and his shirt and quickly put them on. I grabbed my weapons and strapped them to my back and to various places on my body. The Prince began to stir. I quickly went back to the furs and rolled the Prince off the spot where I had hidden the dagger. I grabbed it with in my hands and looked over at the Prince. He was starting to move, I had no choice, I had to kill him. I turned him over and stared down into his half open eyes and held my dagger to his throat. I slapped him in the face until some clarity returned to them. I wanted to be the last thing this son of bitch would see. He looked at me with wide eyes as I leaned down right next to his ear.

" Go to hell you son of bitch..." I whispered as I promptly slit his throat. He spurt of blood gurgled forth and splattered my clothing. I whipped my dagger off on his furs and tucked it into my boot. I left off him and back to the trunk. With drawing one of the maps I'd seen early. This might come in handy I thought as I tucked it into my shirt. I went to the flap of the tent and peaked out. Every thing seemed quiet, but I knew that there was a watch, where it was however was another question.

I stepped out of the tent and crept around the right side. There were two more rows of tents to my left and then I was on my own. I ran for it, I passed the sleeping men and their tents and I didn't stop. I just kept going and going. I crossed a stream and entered a small forest of trees. I looked over my shoulder at the camp I had left behind. But, it was gone. I couldn't see it any longer. Tears leaked from my eyes as I forced my body to keep going. My legs were cramping up and my lungs burning in my chest. I tripped and fell to the ground. I struggled to get back to my feet but couldn't so I crawled. Twigs and bits of bark dug into my palms.

I don't know how long I crawled before my hands and feet were dumb from the cold of the snow. I couldn't stop I had to get away. They would come for me when they found their Prince. I had to get away, I wouldn't let them touch me again. I wouldn't let them beat me and rap me again. I cried when I collapsed and the forest floor.

I curled up into a ball and wept. I wept for my family, my friends, my people, my pain and torment. I wept for everything. All my emotions that I'd bottled up for the last 5 days. I let everything out until I cried myself to sleep right there on the forest floor, thinking about how bad I wanted to die right then.

" She's alive," Someone whispered. " But barely." Said a voice that sounded so smooth and deep that it was almost inhuman. " Lets take her back to camp and get her treated, she could possibly make it." Said another voice this one was gruffer and had a heavy accent that I didn't recognize. I cracked open my eyes as I was picked up and placed into one of the mens arms. I groaned as his arm hit my wounds but it was all I could manage to do. The man looked down at me and I up at him through half laden eyes.

" Your awake." he said sounding slightly surprised. I groaned again.

"Help me..." I choked out as best I could but I was so weak that my voice was almost completely gone. I reached out and weakly grasped his shirt. Clinging on to it for dear life.

"What?" Asked the man who was holding me. He leaned down next to me pressing his ear almost directly to my lips.

" I have... to get... away... from them" I whispered. He removed his ear from next to my lips and I noticed for the first time that they were pointed. He looked down at me, his clear blue eyes and blond hair shining like a beacon in the early light of morning. " Help me..." I choked again. I let my tears fall freely from my eyes, I didn't have the straight to hold them back. He looked sadly down at me and kissed my forehead.

" Your safe now my lady, sleep." I took comfort in those words and relaxed into his arms and let the darkness take me yet again.

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