Disclamer: I don't own any of the main characters but I wish I did. Little Danya is the cutest! This is a complete re-post because after reading through it I found many areas that could be improved. The main part's of the old version are still here though.

Elrohir, The Mighty

Chapter 2, Losing Innocence

Elrohir pulled the shirt down over his head, flinching as it itched his skin. The leggings were no better, itchy and riddled with holes, they only just went past his knees. Glorfindel wasn't even given a shirt, just leggings. The healer had used a red hot piece of metal to close the arrow wound permanantly and then put a bandage over it, none too gently Glorfindel noticed. Once they were left alone awaiting their 'lord' Elrohir ran into Glorfindel's waiting arms.

"I'm scared," he whispered, seeming even younger than he was.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Glorfindel told the poor boy. Armard walked in suddenly and smirked at the sight.

"Boy, come here." It was an order and both elves knew they would be punnished if they dissobeyed. Elrohir slowly went over to the man. When he was there Armard grabbed his arms roughly and kissed him. Glorfindel went to hit him but was restrained by a leering guard. Elrohir squirmed and pushed at Armard's cheast but the man wouldn't stop. When he finally pulled away two tears trailed down Elrohir's smooth cheeks and he was shaking. "You'll do very well, once your trained right. Go back to your father," with a learing smile he left, rubbing his hands together.

"Glorfindel!" Elrohir sobbed running to Glorfindel's arms again. "He-he-he kissed me, I don't want to be kissed, I don't like it here, I want to go home!"

"I know 'Ro, I know."

1 Day Later,

"He's a bit skinny milord," an evil looking man with a high gravelly voice was circling Elrohir, inspecting him. "But he has good looks, the best I've seen in a long while."

"Will you train him then?" Armard asked.

"For how much?"

"On top of letting you get you filthy hands on him and all the rest, 200 on completion," Armard said. Elrohir flinched as the man fingered his smooth hair.

"Make it 400 and it's a deal."

"300, no more," Armard countered.

"350."

"Done." They spat on their hands and then shook making Elrohir blanch at how disgusting that was. "I'll let you get on with it then, oh when will he be ready?"
"Judging by how innocent he seems to be, a month at the most," the man said, moving his hand to Elrohir's bum.

"Good, well I'll be back in a month unless he's ready earlier," and with that Armard left Elrohir alone with gravel voice.

"Take off your shirt." The command surprised Elrohir and he moved slowly, trembling. "Take off your leggings...faster boy." Tears formed in Elrohir's eyes as he stripped for the man. "Hmmm, yes, good, I shall enjoy this. How old are you boy?"

"16."

"Your name?"

"Elrohir."

"Have you ever had a sexual partner before Elrohir?"

"No!"

"Good, even more fun for me..."

A/N There we go, an update as requesed. Sorry it took so long but my computer crashed and I had to start again from scratch...not fun!