"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
I Want Tomorrow
Screams echoed into the night as elves fought and ran for their lives. The moon’s gazed down in a deep sadness as she watched the children of Ilutavar fight for their lives. Ambush. On the road to home, they elves found their road blocked by men, men who wanted something more than to reek havoc on the last of the elves. Fires blazed, heating the dankness in a red-hot flame. Upon their passage from the grey havens to Lorien, a band of men had intercepted them. They attacked with fire and swords. The company of elves were mostly women with a few male elves, but even if every woman had a sword, the few number of elves that were traveling had not a chance against the large number of men attacking.
Nawyn grabbed her sword and took off running. The elven guardians were either killed or captured, and the woman were being rounded up. She did not want to be a part of this. Despite what the men thought, Nawyn could use her sword, and use it well. She was an elf from Lorien, the sword was taught as well as the bow, especially in these times of a failing human world. Most of the elves had sailed int the west, fleeing this world before another evil thing rose. Now, Nawyn wished that she had done the same, for the wickedness of greed was rising and creeping back into the world. The Rangers of the North were scattered and men with a good heart were becoming rare.
Arms wrapped around her waist from behind, causing the elfess to scream and thrash about wildly. The sword had been ripped from her hands and throw aside. “Leitho nin!” She cried out in Sindarin, still struggling violently until she was struck across the face and thrown down to the ground mercilessly. She was dazed from the man’s forceful hand, but tried to stand up. It was a useless attempted, for the grabbed her by the ankles and began to drag her away toward the cart with a cage. A cage to keep animals in. No. Nawyn clawed at the ground, trying to grasp for anything to stop the man, but she was soon thrown into the back of the wagon and into the cage with the other females. A sudden jerk signaled that the cart was moving. Blue eyes watched sadly as they moved farther and farther away from the burning caravans and the dead bodies of the elves that tried to fight back.
The cart finally stopped, and Nawyn opened her eyes to look around. Minas Tirith, the city of men. What were they doing here? The door opened and a man popped his head in, a sneer of disgust on his face. Grabbing her wrist harshly, he yanked her out of the car and flung her into the arms of yet another man. The man bound her wrists and feet, then put a noose around her neck. Slavery. They were being sold into slavery of men who would buy them. At the very thought of bowing to the whim of anyone, she gagged inwardly, and coughed as the man tugged on the rope, pulling her to walk faster. He was leading her and a few other women to a stage in the city where other elves were auctioned off like cattle. It made her sick.
Nawyn pulled back, refusing to go any further. That was not such a brilliant idea, for she was backhanded hard. Her cheek was bruised from two blows by men. Blood dripped down the corner of her lip from the impact. There were bruises on her body and cuts from the journey to Minas Tirith. Looking down, the elfss sighed and allowed herself to be lead to the stage and be sold like the rest. Maybe then she could make her escape, her body could not withstand any more abuse as it was. But one thing she refused to do was cry. His face was tight with a silent anger as she was shoved onto the stand, eyes still looking down at the ground.
The men bid on the fair haired elfess before them, yet one male bid above the rest each time....until no one else could outbid him. This man, was Alistair Bywater, son of Alistone, a high lord within the city of Minas Tirith. His dark eyes looked upon the fair beauty with interest, and yet a bit of pity. With a slight motion of his head, one of Alistair's servents hopped up to the stage, and began to pull the elf girl off, towards Alistair's home; a stone structure, fairly large; various rooms, and enough to hold a few servants. He had inherited it from his father.
Turning, Alistair began to walk alongside his advisor. "The men really should take more care with the females they transport here. That poor creature was bruised and bleeding." He said distastefully as the two walked. If Alistair bought something, he wanted it to be in good condition. He'd been watching and waiting for this particular elf maiden to come to bid, as had most other men. She was quite fair, besides the bruises and bleeding she had gained on the journey. But such could be fixed.
"I shall tell the men to be more careful next time, my lord." He said. "Though I doubt there shall arise a 'next time'. Most elves have left. Though there is rumor that some may return....which has never happened before; you know as well as I that those boats forever go one-way. Yet the elves know of our harvesting of their remaining women....and revolt is in the air."
Alistair shrugged. "Let them come, then. T'will not be the first time elves have faught men." He said, leaving the side of his advisor, and heading into his stone home. Walking up the stairs, he moved down the hall, and upon reaching his chambers, was pleased to see the elven woman already in there, one of his servants watching over her. Alistair nodded to him, and the servant bowed and left, closing the large master doors behind him. His dark eyes lingered on the beautious form of the elf before him, her hands still bound.
"Lay on the bed, and give no protest." He instructed, walking to his bathing chambers. Reaching them, he filled a small white bowl with cool water, and grabbed a cloth, before returning to the room. Much to his grief, the elfess had not lain on the bed, as told to. Walking over, he grasped her arm and brought her to the bed, forcing her to sit and lay back. Sitting down next to where she lay, Alistair set the white bowl down on the small endtable, and looked back to her - eyes roaming over her thorougly, and almost in awe at the beauty he had now come to own.
Moving his hands over her own hands, he undid the binds of her wrists gently, taking his time, before the ropes were free and he tossed them aside. Reaching for the cloth, soaking in the water, he wrung it out, and began to dab her cheek and lip; clearing away the blood and trying to soothe the bruises. "Consider yourself lucky, my lady....other men may not be so courtious as I." He said.
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The voices of the bidders were like foul curses of orcs to her ears. She knew what they said, for she was bilingual with the Common Tongue and the speech of her people. Yet none of them knew that, for she did not say much else. There was nothing that could be said between lions and men. Repulsive beings. There were some that held her favor, such as the dunedain, but they had grown rare these days, and were no doubt in the forests to hide. The forest, she sighed, yearning to feel soft grass beneath her now bare feet instead of stone and gravel. It ached to walk upon, but she bore on without a murmur. Those beasts that were called men would get no satisfaction of her displaying her anguish.
Her eyes finally lifted to behold her buyer. A young man, but that did not mean anything to her. Blue orbs glared daggers at the man. Already she hated him. Naturally, she would hate anyone who would buy her as if she was a cow on the market. The man’s other servants came up to collect her. More servants; one was bad enough. When the servant put his hand on her shoulder, she jerked away quickly and sneered. Nawyn was going to keep whatever pride she had remaining, even though she was bought by someone and sold in bondage. She held her head up and walked behind the servant, who had a hold of the rope to lead her back to the wealthy owner’s house, her new slave shop where she would be prisoner to tend to the man’s desires.
The house was beautiful. As any lord’s home should be, she was taken aback by the appearance of the place. It would not have been so bad to her, had she not been brought here as a slave. Her golden locks of hair were wild and falling in waves down to mid-back. The servant brought her to the man’s room, and closed the door behind him. The noose was removed from her neck and she immediately retreated to the farthest wall from the door, pressing against it and glaring deadly at the servant. It had not been long after she was there that the master, her buyer, entered. The other servant left, and soon they were alone. Nawyn stared at him hard, loathing clear in her expression, even though some of her hair was in her face.
"Lay on the bed, and give no protest."
Who did this man think he was? Did he really expect her to lay down because he said so? Nawyn did not know what he had planned, for some of the men looked at her with lustful eyes, and had they told her to lay down, she knew what would be coming. This man, however, was hard to read. There was no lust in his eyes, either that or he was a very good actor, covering it up. Nawyn did not move from her place against the wall. She would not. When he came back with a bowl of water and a cloth, she frowned a bit. This confused her. Yet still she stood there, not moving an inch toward that bed. The man grabbed her already bruised arm and lead her over tot he bed, and forced her to lay down. Her arms were bruised from others grabbing her and pushing her about as if she was a rag doll.
"Consider yourself lucky, my lady....other men may not be so courteous as I."
That made Nawyn frown. She was thankful that the ropes were taken off of her hands. The skin which had been constricted by the rope was red, sore for the friction of the cruel bonds she had been placed in. She rubbed her wrists gently, trying to sooth them while he was surprisingly gently as well to wipe away the blood and dirt from her face. Nawyn was not happy, and she watched him like a hawk, tense and still glaring threateningly at him. “I hardly consider myself lucky to be bought by any man.” Nawyn spat out venomously. Eyes bore into his own. Silently, she was lucky that the man was being gentle, but she chastised herself, for there had to be something he desired from her, why else would he waste money on her? “What are you going to do with me?” She asked, skeptical of the man's intentions.
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Nawyn was not happy, and she watched him like a hawk, tense and still glaring threateningly at him. “I hardly consider myself lucky to be bought by any man.” Nawyn spat out venomously. Eyes bore into his own. Silently, she was lucky that the man was being gentle, but she chastised herself, for there had to be something he desired from her, why else would he waste money on her? “What are you going to do with me?” She asked, skeptical of the man's intentions.
"Whatever I want." He answered simply; he didn't feel like explaining himself - not to any men, and especially not to his new elf. He continued to dab her lip and cheek gently till the blood was cleared away. He then moved down to her hands, patting and soothing her tarred wrists from the rope. His dark eyes would occasionally look her over - a prize piece indeed. Once he was finished, he stood, looking down at her, then began to walk back towards the bathing chambers. He set the bowl down, and walked back towards the bed. "Tonight you will accompany me to a small feast.....that is not a request," He reminded, moving to the window and gazing out it. "A dress is in the making and shall be brought up for you shortly. Others will be made, so do not worry about attire. Should you need brushes or anything else of the sort, tell me, and I shall get them for you. Only the best for my elf," He said smoothly, a slight smile upon his lips.
His elf, indeed. Perhaps some wine will calm the beast raging within the she elf. "What is your name, then?....If you do not tell me, I shall merely call you what I please. And I'm sure you would not enjoy that." He smirked, looking to her.
Re: I Want Tomorrow"Whatever I want." He answered simply; he didn't feel like explaining himself - not to any men, and especially not to his new elf. He continued to dab her lip and cheek gently till the blood was cleared away. He then moved down to her hands, patting and soothing her tarred wrists from the rope. His dark eyes would occasionally look her over - a prize piece indeed. Once he was finished, he stood, looking down at her, then began to walk back towards the bathing chambers. He set the bowl down, and walked back towards the bed.
Nawyn sneered and sat up, still rubbing her wrists. Already she could see his pride and pompous behavior. Well, one thing was for certain, and that was: he would have more than he bargained for. If this man thought that he would have her obeying him so easily, there was much he had to learn. The elf was a woman of Lorien, gifted in healing and the way of the sword. However, for now, she would have to lay low. Perhaps when he was asleep, she could slip out and escape. This young man was not so different from the ones that stole her; he just happened to not have struck her—yet. Blue eyes glared at him.
"Tonight you will accompany me to a small feast.....that is not a request," He reminded, moving to the window and gazing out it. "A dress is in the making and shall be brought up for you shortly. Others will be made, so do not worry about attire. Should you need brushes or anything else of the sort, tell me, and I shall get them for you. Only the best for my elf," He said smoothly, a slight smile upon his lips.
“If it is the best you so desire for me, then let me go. Otherwise, all of your selfish gifts are not the best for anyone but yourself.” She hissed, turning away from him. For a man, he was very attractive, and had he not a back personality, she might have fallen for him completely. The human race fascinated her, but now she was hating the ones that were becoming more and more popular. Nawyn brought her long legs to her chest and squeezed them tightly. Her gown of a simple sage green was torn along the sleeves, the sides, and the bottom. She would never see home again. Closing her eyes, she tired to envision herself back in the forests of Lorien. That thought was broken when more words left his mouth.
"What is your name, then?....If you do not tell me, I shall merely call you what I please. And I'm sure you would not enjoy that."
As much s she did not want to talk to him, Nawyn knew that it would have done little to aid her cause. “Nawyn.” Came her whispered voice, resting the side of her face on the top of her knees, still her back turned to him. The elf would not be the only one at this feast, and she knew that a few of the other elven slaves would be there, some even perhaps from her company before they were attacked. “Do not act as if any of your actions are merciful and deserve thanks, for they do not.” Closing her eyes again, she took a deep breath and tried to find that place of tranquility in such a horrible predicament.
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As much s she did not want to talk to him, Nawyn knew that it would have done little to aid her cause. “Nawyn.” Came her whispered voice, resting the side of her face on the top of her knees, still her back turned to him. The elf would not be the only one at this feast, and she knew that a few of the other elven slaves would be there, some even perhaps from her company before they were attacked.
"Nawyn." He repeated softly, as if approving. A beautiful name.
He glanced back at her, noting her back now turned to him. Something he didn't really aspire to, or like, but stayed silent as she spoke. “Do not act as if any of your actions are merciful and deserve thanks, for they do not.” Closing her eyes again, she took a deep breath and tried to find that place of tranquility in such a horrible predicament. Alistair's eyes narrowed a bit and he walked over to the bed. Grasping her shoulders, he forced her to stand, and pushed her against the wall; one of his hands grasping her chin, and forcing her to look at him.
"My actions ARE merciful...and you SHOULD be thankful....lest you see what other elven maidens will have to go through. Consider yourself lucky, elf." He said darkly, his face and body close to hers as he held her against the wall. Were she not so beautiful and a lovely elf woman, he would've been tempted to hit her for her insolence. Yet her beauty was alluring; perfect eyes, flawless skin and body, and delicate pointed ear.
His grip upon her lessened slightly, as he drew closer to her, hot breath against her closed lips. "I could be as cruel as the others...but such is not my way. Yet. Tempt me not by testing my words or trying my patients, and this arrangement shall be pleasent." He said huskily. Alistair was quite tempted to lean in and taste the lips of the elf before him...but slowly he pulled back. Enough time for that later. No sooner than Alistair had stepped back there was a knock at the door.
Staring once more at Nawyn with dark eyes, Alistair moved to the door and opened it - allowing a maiden to come in. She held a dress in her hands. Nodding, Alistair took it and the girl servant left once more. Looking to Nawyn, Alistair tossed the dress onto the bed. "You should begin to ready yourself now....and wear your hair up. You may prepare in the bathing chambers." He instructed, turning back to gaze out the window and rest his hands behind his back.
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Closing her eyes again, she took a deep breath and tried to find that place of tranquility in such a horrible predicament. Alistair's eyes narrowed a bit and he walked over to the bed. Grasping her shoulders, he forced her to stand, and pushed her against the wall; one of his hands grasping her chin, and forcing her to look at him. "My actions ARE merciful...and you SHOULD be thankful....lest you see what other elven maidens will have to go through. Consider yourself lucky, elf." He said darkly, his face and body close to hers as he held her against the wall.
Nawyn winced as he grabbed her shoulders, still tender and bruised from other men. It took every once of her will power to not hit him or bite him. He as so close, too close for her own comfort. She held her head as far away from him as she could. His hand holding her chin up only made her look into his face, a face that looked so dark and void of any kind emotions. Nawyn sneered right back at him and narrowed her eyes. She was a wasp, and she wanted to sting this man right now, at least to get him away from her.
His grip upon her lessened slightly, as he drew closer to her, hot breath against her closed lips. "I could be as cruel as the others...but such is not my way. Yet. Tempt me not by testing my words or trying my patients, and this arrangement shall be pleasant." He said huskily. Alistair was quite tempted to lean in and taste the lips of the elf before him...but slowly he pulled back. Enough time for that later. No sooner than Alistair had stepped back there was a knock at the door.
The door. That door was not a disturbance to her at all. It was welcomed. He would have to let her go and go tot he door, giving her a moment to stay away from him and try to scrape those dark eyes from her mind. He could be as cruel as the others, and Nawyn was glad that he was not. She men already raped their women and slaves on sight. Alistair had not yet, and for that she was glad. When he released her, she sighed and wrapped her arms around herself as if she was cold. She was, cold within with sorrow.
Staring once more at Nawyn with dark eyes, Alistair moved to the door and opened it - allowing a maiden to come in. She held a dress in her hands. Nodding, Alistair took it and the girl servant left once more. Looking to Nawyn, Alistair tossed the dress onto the bed. "You should begin to ready yourself now....and wear your hair up. You may prepare in the bathing chambers." He instructed, turning back to gaze out the window and rest his hands behind his back.
Nawyn walked over to the bed and picked up the dress that had been give to her. It looked a bit revealing, bur she did not argue. With a last glance to Alistair, she turned and headed for the bathing chambers. When the door was closed, she sighed and closed her eyes, leaning against the door and hugging the dress. A tear rolled down her cheek as she silently cried. Yet, she was getting herself ready as he instructed. A hand wiped away the tears on her face and slid the dress on. It was rustic brown dress with rich embroidery around the collar of the dress and the bottom, which fit her slender body and belled out towards the end. The collar hung on her shoulders, exposing her collarbone and dipped into a V-shape, part of her cleavage showing.
Her feet were bare, but that did not matter, no one would see them anyways. Looking into the mirror, Nawyn fingered her golden looks, dirty and some parts having blood. The elf washed her hair quickly, enough to get the blood and dirty out. Never before did she feel so naked in a dress. It was soft and comfortable, but because it was sent for her to wear on order, it made it feel funny. She towel dried her hair as best she could before putting it up in a loose bun, golden tendrils falling around her face and neck. Pleased with looking somewhat decent, she gathered her old gown and opened the door. Bare feet stepped back into his room and draped the old and torn dress on the chair. Silently and timidly, she neared him, her hands at her sides and her eyes looking down. Nawyn felt that sick knot in her stomach growing more and more.
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Turning, Alistair saw her come in once more, a sly grin upon his lips. She looked beautiful - he had chosen well. An amazing beauty was before him; her prefect hair, skin, eyes and body. Smiling, he approached her, circling her briefly. "Very nice indeed." He mused aloud with a smile. He too, had changed in her absense - a nice tunic and shirt, deep royal blue, black leggings and boots. His hair was still a bit scruffy but naturally appealing and nothing the young man could do about it. Nodding, he offered her his arm, and began to lead the woman out of the room.
They headed down the long corridors; a servant had told him most of his invited guests had arrived, so all he had to do was appear. Going into the dining hall, Alistair saw many friends and allies sitting at the table; over half were high lords, who now had elven women by their sides. Nodding to them as they greeted him in, Alistair took his seat at the head of the table, with Nawyn to his left, and his advisor Fionas to his right.
"Thank you for coming, my lords, this promises to be a grand meal indeed." He said with a smile. The food was brought out, and the lords began to eat. Alistair stole another dark glance at Nawyn; by far the best looking elfess at the table. Alistair felt a great sense of pride and ownership over her, as he saw the older lords taking envious glances to her, and him as well. He was by far the youngest male at the table....not that he minded, he had inherited most of this from his now deceased father.
And Alistair was a damn sight more curtious and kind than he had been.
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Her eyes lifted to him as he turned around and faced her. Nawyn felt as if his eyes were clawing at her. It was unnerving, even more so when he began to circle her, inspecting her and her appearance. "I am glad that you are pleased, my lord." She whispered. Meanwhile, she too had been doing some inspecting of her own. Alistair’s attire was casual, yet very becoming. It would be a lie to say that he was not attractive, and she had no doubt that the ladies of Gondor swooned at the sight of him as he walked down the streets. However, those women did not know what he was like beyond closed doors. Her fingers toyed with the sleeves of the gown nervously, looking down again until he offered her his arm. He actually offered her his arm.
Reluctantly, she hooked her arm around his and walked with him out of his room and down to where the feast was. There were already men there, as well as their female companions, slaves they had brought to show off. She glanced to Alistair quickly, and then toward the table where the feast was. Eyes. It was just as bad as when she was being sold. They stared at her, judging her and most likely undressing her with their eyes. Unconsciously she drifted closer to Alistair, also as if he would protect her. He would protect what was his, nothing more.
Nawyn sat down beside Alistair, and stared at the plate before her. The urge to scream was near at hand, but she composed herself and rested her hands in her lap. She did not have to see the eyes of the men, for she felt them boring into her and tearing at her. Nawyn was surprised at home young Alistair was compared to the other nobles and lords. He certainly made a statement for himself. Servants brought out food and wine for the lords, but she did not feel like eating. However, to please her new owner and not appear as rebellious as she felt, the elf sipped at the wine, occasionally.
A hand that was not her own or Alistair’s crept up her leg. She frowned and shot a glare to the lord beside her. Nawyn moved closer to Alistair again, suppressing the urge to smack the man for his rudeness. Blue orbs glanced over to her master, who was regal in all of his glory. All of the lords had that air about them, though some of them had more lust than anything else. While the lords chatted about money, politics, and other things, the women were silent, unless they were speaking to their owners. One thing that the elf notice, was that some of them were draped over their lords or touching them to make them feel wanted and important, not to mention powerful.
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Alistair feasted and ate with the other lords and his advisor, Fionas - though couldn't help but notice his beautiful elf ate nothing. This upset him a bit, but for the time he said nothing. If she didn't eat with him, then she wouldn't eat at all. Simple as that. His dark eyes looked about the other lords - some of their women were already broken in. Others, were not, and sat there as Nawyn did...silently. But it was the lustful gaze in some of the other lord's eyes - envious, and wanting of such a beauty that Alistair had.
But they had another thing coming. "Well then lad, your elf seems quite the prize piece." One lord, Azkan, commented. "What say you to a trade once in a while? My elf for yours?" He chuckled.
"I apologize, dear friend, but this is not a negociation. What I bought, was for me....and me alone. You know this. Perhaps one of the other lords shall be willing to trade you." He said with a light smile, though unwavering.
Azkan sulked for a bit, eyes looking over to Nawyn, before back to his own elf, who was a beauty all herself - yet obviously closed mouthed and getting him nowhere. The feast continued on - men drinking and talking of loud, boyous things....though Alistair was not like such. He had a quiet air about him, despite his obvious respected positioned. But he was not a drunken lout, nor crude, nor some senile old man. Alistair knew the benifits of being sober and keeping your wits about you.
Yet the celebration began to waver off - now drunken lords were dragging their elven women back towards their own rooms, or their own homes. Alistair simply watched Nawyn's reaction curiously, as she watched friends and kin be dragged off against their crying will....surely the girl figured the same fate rested for her. "Perhaps now, upon witnessing the conditions of your kin....you will not think me such a monster." Alistair whispered across to Nawyn, dark eyes looking to her, before returning to his wine goblet, as he took a long drink - finishing the rest.
Alistair stood, giving Nawyn his hand expectantly until she took it, and then he began to escort her out of the dining hall. His mind whirled with various thoughts about what was to come. He could let her be for the night....allow the girl to rest, and simply take what he would of her another time. Or, he could take of her this evening, reminding Nawyn of her place, and that any kindness or leniance he shows her, should be appreciated. Alistair knew as well as Nawyn, that right now, many of her elven friends were being ravaged.
Upon returning to his room, Alistair let Nawyn in, and closed the doors behind him - latching them shut. Looking back towards the closet, there were now many various dresses, nightgowns, cloaks and other small things that had been finished and brought up for Nawyn. "Your things have arrived," He mumbled aloud, not expecting her to answer. Walking over, he picked out a white nightgown for her, tight fitted, v-neck and sleeveless with straps. "You may change in the bathing chambers and prepare yourself for bed." Alistair said, handing her the gown. His dark eyes stared at her for a moment, watching her disappear to the bathing chambers.
Turning, Alistair looked to himself in the mirror. Many young men his age were fighting as soldiers, or courting women, or living foolhearty lives. Unfortunately, Alistair had no time for such things - he was given this fortune and this estate by his now deceased father, and had no choice but to take it all up willingly. Alistair unbuttoned his shirt and undressed his upper torso - letting his toned smooth skin be seen. Alistair was quite beautiful, and known for his almost elven beauty among humans in Minas Tirith. Rather uncharacteristic; his features. Perhaps his mother had been elven.... Alistair would like to think so, but he never knew her. He had always imagined having the best from two worlds; looks and appeal, from the elven realm, and yet, the power and strength of men.
Walking to the window, Alistair leaned against the stone frame; cool night wind hitting his bare upper torso and blowing through his dark tresses of hair; dark eyes focusing on the city below.
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Nawyn’s eyes followed the elven maidens being dragged off by their drunken owners; she knew what their fate this evening was. They owners would take joy and make cruel and harsh love to them, pleasuring themselves and wanting to feel a woman around them. She swallowed hard, and glanced over to Alistair. The young man had that aire about him, almost kingly. He held himself high and proudly, and even his speech was of that of nearly perfect mannerism. Nawyn was glad to have been bought hy him out of all the others, for she would have been suffering the same fates as the other elven women having been sold into bondage just like her.
"Perhaps now, upon witnessing the conditions of your kin....you will not think me such a monster."
Her head nodded slowly while she stared at him, eyes welled slightly. Looking down, she took the hand that he offered her and stood, following Alistair back to his chambers and away from the halls. One hand gathered her dress as she walked, preventing her from tripping upon it. The other was laced around his strong arm. As they walked, her mind raced with thoughts of what he would do next. She feared what he would do. Alistair could beat her for her disobedience, rape her for her looks, or even a bit of both. Nawyn sighed; there was no way she could escape now, it was too risky to dare such a thing.
When they entered his chambers, her blue orbs spotted the beautiful dress that had been brought for her. At least it was not rags or nothing that he wanted her to wear. The door was latched shut and now she was stuck in this room, with him. It could be worse. Nawyn continued to tell herself that silently; this could be worse than they are right now, and it was better to simply make do with what liberty there was in a place like this and brave whatever front came her way until she could be rid of this place.
"Your things have arrived. You may change in the bathing chambers and prepare yourself for bed."
The elf nodded, obeying him. Releasing his arm, she walked over to where the night gown was placed, and picked it up in her hands. Turning, she made her way to the bathing chambers quickly, tears wetting her cheeks she had so long since held off. The door was closed and she took a deep breath, sneering at his words. Being owned made her sick, no matter how kind or lenient he was. With an enraged expression, whisper to herself, cursing men, she took off the own and slipped on the night gown give to her. It touched her curves nicely, even though her bruised shoulders and upper arms were exposed. Never before had she felt so self-conscious of herself and her looks. Nawyn picked up the dress and walked out of the bathing chambers.
Though upon leaving the room, her gaze fell upon Alistair. Her eyes watched him with awe of beauty. His upper body bare and kissed by the night's gaze. He was a well toned man, not too thin or large, a healthy balance between; the body physique of elves. He was a beautiful man, perhaps even blessed with the blood of elves. That would explain his merciful ways with her. Either that, or he was just toying with her. Setting the gown down, the elfess made her way ver to his side. She closed her eyes for a moment, dreading what she was about to do, but she knew it had to be done, if not now, then later. Gently she took his hand and raised it to her lips, kissing the top of his knuckles, and then trailing kisses up the skin of his hand and arm lightly. To submit was painful, but she had been told that sometimes one had to follow to lead.
Setting the gown down, the elfess made her way over to his side. She closed her eyes for a moment, dreading what she was about to do, but she knew it had to be done, if not now, then later. Gently she took his hand and raised it to her lips, kissing the top of his knuckles, and then trailing kisses up the skin of his hand and arm lightly. To submit was painful, but she had been told that sometimes one had to follow to lead.
A smile crept across Alistair's lips at the soft touch of the elf's caresses...since such was a rather bold step for her, seeing how she'd been so defiant before. His dark eyes glanced down briefly, before looking back up and out the window. "You should get some sleep," He said smoothly, not looking to Nawyn. Alistair had decided he would not take her this night....he had other things to tend to, and no doubt, the elf was tired from all that had happened. Looking to her, he paused briefly, before nodding with his head towards the large bed. "It's quite comfortable, I assure you." He said with a slight nod, before turning and walking towards a lavish wooden desk, where there was paperwork scattered about.
Those words were a welcome comfort to her. He was not going to take her, and that relieved her. He was not like those other men that pooled their lust upon their new elven slaves, having no care of their injuries on the way to Minas Tirith. Releasing his hand and arm, her own hands dropped to her sides while her gaze followed his own out the window and into the night. There were no stars, but the moon was bright. There was some light in her darkened sky. She could not smile though, for what caged animal would smile behind its bars, despite how kind or merciful their captor was? Nawyn was developing a hate for men, especially the rough ones that had attacked them.
"It's quite comfortable, I assure you."
She did not doubt its comfort, for if he slept on it, it had to be of the best quality and comfort. He was a lord, and there was lord that would willingly sleep on an old bed that held no pleasure or comfort. Little choice did she have at the moment. Sighing, she watched Alistair move over to the large desk while the elf reached back and pulled the pins out of her hair; golden locks of hair tumbling down, free of their hold in a bun. Silent feet padded to the bathing chambers and placed the pins on the counter, before walking over to the corner of them room farthest from him. Nawyn refused to sleep in that bed, even if he would not sleep in it. Her pride would not allow her to do so, and she had t hold onto what little confidence she had.
Staring at him intently, she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. Long and slender arms wrapped around her knees and hugged them close; Nawyn curled up and leaned against the wall. The floor would do, it had to do. She frowned at him, watching him without so much as a murmur. Sleep? How could see sleep? Her mind was on high alert of him, even more so since he was awake. Once he fell asleep, Nawyn would close her eyes and rest lightly, keeping her senses still keen in slumber, which was the way of the elves. But only when he would fall asleep, otherwise her gaze remained on him, studying him.
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Alistair paused, not watching her....but rather listening. He heard her pat into the bathing chambers, the soft klink of her hair pins as she set them down, and then heard her walk through the room agian. Yet he didn't hear a soft creak of the bed....he heard a soft sound, and glancing back, saw her sitting upon the ground. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips. "I told you to sleep in the bed....that was not a request." He said, not looking to her, and continuing to write on his scroll. He wanted the bed warm upon sliding in himself within a few hours.
His dark eyes shot her a quick glance, to let her know he was serious, before continuing to write and look at the various maps and defense tactics. "I suggest you begin following rule and order....listen to what I say, and do it." He tossed back at her, candle light shimmering off his smooth skin and contrasting even more with his dark hair and eyes. But his back was to her, and he waited to hear the bed dip. "When I turn around in a few moments, I wish to see your form in that bed." He mumbled.
Re: I Want Tomorrow"I told you to sleep in the bed....that was not a request."
It was a good thing for her that his back was to her, for she sneered at him and glared daggers at him. She did not see why he couldn’t sleep in his own bed by himself, or call one of the other servants to come sleep with him, just as he had done before she came to this place. But, that was the reason he bought her, his own pleasures. He did not want a human woman, he had wanted an elf. Her. Nawyn did not understand why humans were so obsessed with elves. Perhaps that was because she was an elf and did not see her race as a superior being. They were her kin, and there were some elves that were not the kindest, but that was to be expected. Humans held them on a high altar as majestic beings, something she would never understand–the human mind.
"I suggest you begin following rule and order....listen to what I say, and do it. When I turn around in a few moments, I wish to see your form in that bed."
As defiant as she was, Nawyn did not want to know the punishment that he would have for her if she disobeyed, again. "I am warned." She said sarcastically, Blue eyes bore into the back of his head as she cursed his name mentally before standing. Fingers tucked her hair behind her ears and out of her face. No noise came from the elf as she neared he bed, and closed her eyes. It was like him punching her in the stomach. She felt sick, there was so much hate in her right now, more than she ever had for someone, save the Dark Lord himself. The bed creaked softly as she sat down on the bed and swung her long, slender legs upon and under the covers. Nawyn pulled them up to her waist, still sitting up in the bed. He said nothing about her laying down. He wanted her in the bed, and his wish was granted. She wished she had a dagger, for she would ahve liked to plunge it into his cold heart.
Re: I Want Tomorrow"I am warned." She said sarcastically, Blue eyes bore into the back of his head as she cursed his name mentally before standing. Fingers tucked her hair behind her ears and out of her face.
Alistair bit his tongue slightly, intaking a deep breath. "I shall ignore the tone...." He said, brushing it off. The elf only got so many chances, and she was beginning to use them all up her first night.
No noise came from the elf as she neared he bed, and closed her eyes. It was like him punching her in the stomach. She felt sick, there was so much hate in her right now, more than she ever had for someone, save the Dark Lord himself. The bed creaked softly as she sat down on the bed and swung her long, slender legs upon and under the covers.
He didn't look back to her for a while - he continued to write and work. Alistair expected that since she'd gotten into bed, she was laying down. Almost an hour passed, before he looked back to see if she was asleep. Yet she was not. The elf was sitting there. This pissed Alistair off a bit, and he was none to happy, yet said nothing. Standing, he blew out the candle on his desk, and walked over to the bed. Blowing out the candle on the small side table, the room went a bit dark, but the moonlight outside was still providing light.
"You'll prove more trouble than you're worth, Elf," He growled, sliding into bed and pulling her to lay down. His strong arm wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her back to him; her small back against his chest, arm around her waist, and nose and face resting along her head and inhaling deeply of the scent of her hair. Alistair savored the feeling of a woman sleeping close by. He might not take Nawyn this night, but she would sleep alongside him. His hand idly rubbed her waist and stomach.
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An hour passed, and she still did not sleep. As much as her body was screaming at her to lay down and rest, she willed herself not to. For an hour she sat there, staring and watching Alistair write and glance over papers. Some were maps, so documents, but they were a lord’s work, and he was a young lord to be taking on such responsibility. At least he was not a careless and foolish man who wanted nothing more than women at his side. No, Alistair was more mature than that, though, how much more she was not entirely sure of, yet. It was only the first night, and there was much more to learn of her owner, the man who had bought her in the market only a few hours ago.
She could tell that he was upset to see her still awake and sitting up. Nawyn could see it in his eyes. He stood and blew out the candle that sat upon his desk top, enveloping the room is darkness, save for the light of the moon. Her eyes adjusted to the absence of light rather quickly and followed him. "You'll prove more trouble than you're worth, Elf,"Alistair growled, sliding into the bed next to her. Nawyn visibly shivered at his tone, not liking it at all. In fact, she feared what he would do. He was an unpredictable man, and held a silent anger. What his breaking point trigger was she did not know, but good things would not come if she continued to make him more upset.
Pulling her to lay down, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her back to him; her small back against his chest, arm around her waist, and nose and face resting along her head and inhaling deeply of the scent of her hair. Alistair savored the feeling of a woman sleeping close by. He might not take Nawyn this night, but she would sleep alongside him. His hand idly rubbed her waist and stomach. Her eyes closed tightly at the presence of his body behind hers. She wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Yet, his body felt so warm and comforting. Despite who the body belong to, a male form was rather comforting, especially when the body was fit and well defined.
Nawyn bit her bottom lip and opened her eyes, staring at the wall across from her. A hand lightly rested on his own larger one. Sighing for a final time, realizing that there was no escape any time soon, the elf closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, imagining that she was back home and in the arms of a lover, not a man who owned her. During the night, she shifted in her dreams; moving closer to him. Day seemed to come all too quickly for Nawyn; another day as a prisoner and slave was dawning in a few hours.
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Nawyn bit her bottom lip and opened her eyes, staring at the wall across from her. A hand lightly rested on his own larger one. Sighing for a final time, realizing that there was no escape any time soon, the elf closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, imagining that she was back home and in the arms of a lover, not a man who owned her. During the night, she shifted in her dreams; moving closer to him. Day seemed to come all too quickly for Nawyn; another day as a prisoner and slave was dawning in a few hours.
Alistair awoke first, as was his custom, and he never slept too late to begin with. His dark eyes squinted at the sunlight coming into his room, and he looked down to the beauty beside him. With a sly grin, he admired her face, her form, the way her body curved against his own. Smirking slyly, Alistair shifted a bit, and turned Nawyn so the elf was laying upon her back. Moving over, Alistair straddled her waist - leaning down, he began to kiss her neck and cheek, his hands beginning to lower the white shoulder straps on her gown.
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Alistair awoke first, as was his custom, and he never slept too late to begin with. His dark eyes squinted at the sunlight coming into his room, and he looked down to the beauty beside him. With a sly grin, he admired her face, her form, the way her body curved against his own. Smirking slyly, Alistair shifted a bit, and turned Nawyn so the elf was laying upon her back. Moving over, Alistair straddled her waist - leaning down, he began to kiss her neck and cheek, his hands beginning to lower the white shoulder straps on her gown.
Nawyn sighed softly and let out a moan, still within her dreamworld. A small smile came to her face at the affection delivered to her on her skin. It was no until her eyes began to open, that the smile turned into a deep frown. It was Alistair on top of her. The elf nearly screamed at the surprise of seeing him on top of her. And she had thought that it was all just a dream, a good dream. This could not be happening to her, it should not be happening. His touches were softer than any man’s, but his intentions were all the same, for it certainly was not love.
Home being a lord and her owner did not matter at the moment. Nawyn did not want to be seduced and taken. She feared that moment, and prayed that it was not now. Her hands pressed against his chest, shoving him back with surprising strength. “No!” She cried out, writhing and trying to get away from him. The elfess aimed to hit him across the face, or any part of him she could reach; anything to get him off and away from her. “A man of decency would not take the unwilling!” Her eyes began to well with unfallen tears. Was this her punishment? She hoped not, but Nawyn would try fight nonetheless, at least buying her time to remake untouched. Did he really expect her to let him touch her so?
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Her hands pressed against his chest, shoving him back with surprising strength. “No!” She cried out, writhing and trying to get away from him. The elfess aimed to hit him across the face, or any part of him she could reach; anything to get him off and away from her. “A man of decency would not take the unwilling!” Her eyes began to well with unfallen tears.
"I do not take the unwilling, I take what is rightfully mine; owned and bought!" Alistair corrected, pulling the neckline of her gown down with one hand, while his other hiked up her dress. He tried to avoid her hits, yet one hit him smack across the face, and he growled. Grasping both her hands in one of his, Alistair pinned her wrists above her head. "You were quite willing last night, and even tried to provoke me so. Honorably, and bravely done, m'lady....but you cannot take back the offer. For now I wish it so." Alistair said, his lips kissing and sucking upon the sweet skin of her neck.
He moved himself downward, so his torso settled between her legs, while his free hand began to undo the laces of his breeches. Leaning up, Alistair's lips captures Nawyn's in a deep kiss, his tongue swirling into her mouth. Releasing her lips, Alistair inhaled deeply of the scent from her neck. "Mmmm....you smell SO good, m'lady," He said huskily against her skin.
Re: I Want Tomorrow"I do not take the unwilling, I take what is rightfully mine; owned and bought!" Alistair corrected, pulling the neckline of her gown down with one hand, while his other hiked up her dress. He tried to avoid her hits, yet one hit him smack across the face, and he growled. Grasping both her hands in one of his, Alistair pinned her wrists above her head. "You were quite willing last night, and even tried to provoke me so. Honorably, and bravely done, m'lady....but you cannot take back the offer. For now I wish it so." Alistair said, his lips kissing and sucking upon the sweet skin of her neck.
Nawyn did not stop thrashing around. She would not give up so easily, for if he wanted her so badly, he would have to work for it. The elf was not as weak or fragile as some of the other maidens that the men had. “I am not an animal to be bought or sold!” Nawyn shot back at him, frowning and trying to fight with him. It was a useless cause, for he was stronger than her. He was even able to hold both of her hands with one of his! The feeling of his lips against hers was both pleasurable but hated. That alone made it worse. He wanted her, and he was bent on having what he claimed to be his. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I was never willing! You may take this body, but it will not be me! It will not be me!” Her eyes closed tightly again, not wanting to see him.
He moved himself downward, so his torso settled between her legs, while his free hand began to undo the laces of his breeches. Leaning up, Alistair's lips captures Nawyn's in a deep kiss, his tongue swirling into her mouth. Releasing her lips, Alistair inhaled deeply of the scent from her neck. "Mmmm....you smell SO good, m'lady," He said huskily against her skin.
The elf began to cry. Had other maidens submitted to willingly to this kind of torture?! How could they let someone take something to precious and treat it as if it was nothing of great importance. The gown that she had been wearing gathered around her stomach, bearing her breasts and lower body to him. “Flattery will not sway my rebuttal, my lord!” And with that, she turned her head and bit his ear hard, her legs wrapping around his torso and squeezing as hard as she could, hopefully making it difficult for him to move and/or breath.
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