"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."
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. Alistair growled. 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.
Alistair cried out angrily and in pain - giving a savage yell and immediately trying to pull back from her; releasing her hands and pushing her legs from around his waist. Looking down at her, dark eyes ablaze with fury, he shoved her off the bed and onto the cold floor, following after and straddling her - his hand going to her smooth neck and pinning her to the floor. "Take caution my lady, and do NOT test me so on the limits of my mercy!" He barked out angrily, speaking close to her face. "This experience could have been pleasurable, yet you have ruined that chance." He hissed out. His intent had been on being gentle, yet her refusal only fueled anger.
Looking at her darkly, he punched his fist above her head; hitting the wooden endtable to which she was against and in front of. He wouldn't hit her. So he hit the table. Slowly, Alistair stood and stormed off to the bathroom. Reaching it, he hissed in pain and gave a small whine of pain - now that he was away from the elfess. He looked to his ear, and saw blood running down his cheek and neck. She'd bitten hard, enough to break the fragile skin of the ear. Wincing, he began to try and clean away the blood.
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Alistair cried out angrily and in pain - giving a savage yell and immediately trying to pull back from her; releasing her hands and pushing her legs from around his waist. Looking down at her, dark eyes ablaze with fury, he shoved her off the bed and onto the cold floor, following after and straddling her - his hand going to her smooth neck and pinning her to the floor. "Take caution my lady, and do NOT test me so on the limits of my mercy!" He barked out angrily, speaking close to her face. "This experience could have been pleasurable, yet you have ruined that chance." He hissed out. His intent had been on being gentle, yet her refusal only fueled anger.
Nawyn cried out in pain as her back hit the floor roughly. There was no time to react, for he was soon straddling her once more and this time, his hand pressing her neck to the floor. Blue eyes widened and her hands went to his wrists instinctively, should he apply more fore. Fear took her as she trembled beneath him, knowing that she had hit his last nerve, and for what: defending herself. By now, the elfess was sobbing, truly afraid of him now, and whatever confidence and pride she had broken. There was no mercy. He was trying to take her, what mercy was there in that? None.
Looking at her darkly, he punched his fist above her head; hitting the wooden endtable to which she was against and in front of. Nawyn screamed and closed her eyes. He wouldn't hit her. So he hit the table. Slowly, Alistair stood and stormed off to the bathroom. Reaching it, he hissed in pain and gave a small whine of pain - now that he was away from the elfess. He looked to his ear, and saw blood running down his cheek and neck. She'd bitten hard, enough to break the fragile skin of the ear. Wincing, he began to try and clean away the blood.
The moment he released her, the elf scrambled to her feet and ran around to his desk and hiding beneath it, away from the view of the bathing chambers. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks stained with tears. Nawyn pulled the straps of her gown back up and pushed it down to cover what he had exposed. Arms hugged her legs to her chest tightly. Nawyn tried to silence her sobs, so it would not be so evident where she was. Leaving the room was not an options. He would only hunt her down, or she would run into another lord and he would take her by force as well. “Why must I suffer this...” She whispered to herself, leaning against the cool wood of the desk.
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Alistair grimiced as he tended to his aching and wounded ear, before getting all the blood off, and managing to have it stop bleeding. Now he was upset. He was angry at her refusal, and yet, he was more angry at himself for trying to force her. This was not who he was....at least, not who he had been. Before his father's passing, he'd been a respectable young man, kind and gentle, curtious, and well mannered. Since overtaking his father's role and responsibilities, Alistair had began to hate himself -- he was beginning to get like the other lords. Behave like them. And it sickened him inside. A few years ago, he never would've thought about trying to take a woman by force.
Sighing to himself, Alistair came back out to his main chamber, yet he didn't see Nawyn. Yet. But he heard the occasional sniffle, and figured she was here, yet hiding. It was of no matter....he wouldn't seek her out anymore. Walking in, he sat on the edge of his bed, simply lost in his thoughts for a little bit. He knew what he had to do. Standnig, he walked over to his desk and scribbled a parchment letter while he stood. Finishing it, Alistair walked to the door, and opened it -- a guard standing outside it (who was instructed to watch the door, in case Nawyn decided to run).
Alistair nodded to him, and handed him the folded and sealed parchment. "Take this, and give it to Lord Halden." He instructed. The guard nodded and headed off. Lord Halden, was perhaps one of the lords Alistair detested the most. The two never got along - and hadn't, even moreso since Alistair's father had died. Apparently, Lord Halden thought himself next in line for the inheritance and power - because of Alistair's young age. But to everyone's surprise, Alistair HAD gotten everything, and Halden was rather sour.
Perhaps sending him this elf would build a bridge between them. Alistair knew he couldn't keep her here - she only fueled further dislike about himself. He didn't want to be overbearing, he didn't want to BE like this. And this elf was merely a muse and a burn for what he disliked about himself. She sparked desire in him, and it was a dangerous thing, for she didn't desire him back. Ergo, force was soon to be used. And Alistair didn't want that to happen. He cursed himself for almost LETTING it happen, but good for Nawyn, as she'd faught him off.... biting sense back into him.
"You're being given away, to Lord Halden," Alistair said aloud, sitting upon the bed. She spoke differently than before; he knew Nawyn was in the room and would hear him no matter what. He voice wasn't harsh or commanding; it was just indifferent. "I cannot keep you here. For any pain I've caused you, I apologize, for truely, this is not who I really am. Lord Halden will be coming to fetch you... you best dress and ready yourself." He said, but again, it wasn't a command like they had been before.
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Nawyn’s keen ears heard the foot steps of Alistair. Instantly she tensed, fearing that he would find her and become more angry than he already was. The elf curled up tighter under the desk, praying he would not see her, and would not demonstrate his mint of mercy upon her. Yet, the sound of a bed dipping made her relax a bit. He had moved to his bed instead of hunting her down. Perhaps she had bit him enough to knock sense into him, or he was boiling with anger, and listening for her so he could pluck her out and take her by force. Nawyn closed her eyes, wiping some of the tears away from her face.
But she tensed again when he walked toward the desk, the very desk she was hiding under. The elf held her breath, watching his legs and waiting. Above her she could hear him writing on something. What she did not know, or what he was doing. Yes she did desire him, but not in that way. He was the man who had bought her and commanded her. She loved his touched, but his intention of lust was all she knew, and that pushed her away from him. Nawyn did not want to be taken and raped by anyone. She could not see him, but she listened as the door opened and closed. Had he left?
"You're being given away, to Lord Halden," Alistair said aloud, sitting upon the bed. He spoke differently than before; he knew Nawyn was in the room and would hear him no matter what. He voice wasn't harsh or commanding; it was just indifferent. "I cannot keep you here. For any pain I've caused you, I apologize, for truly, this is not who I really am. Lord Halden will be coming to fetch you... you best dress and ready yourself."
No, he was still there, and now sitting upon his bed. Given away to another Lord? She was being traded, again. But, his voice changed. Was there sincerity in his tone? At first she thought it to be a trick for her t come out of hiding. But the more she listen, the more she wanted the run to him and beg him not to trade her like a slave. Nawyn already knew he was not like the other men. When he could have raped her, he didn’t. When he could have struck her for her resistance, he did not. Alistair was not like the other lords, and she already knew that. The elf knew nothing of this other lord, but she did not want to find out who he was.
Suddenly, she crawled out from under the desk and ran over toward him. “My Lord!” She cried out, falling to her knees before. “Do not trade me away! Please! If you cannot keep me here, let me go home! Let me go back to my home in the woods of Lorien!” Sobs racked her voice as she pleaded with him to release her and let her return of if he was not going to keep her. Taking hid hand in hers, she kissed it again and again. “Please...I do not want to go to another lord! Don’t let them take me away! I want to stay with you...mercy my Lord! Please!!” And she placed her hands on his thighs, looking up at him with pleading, welled eyes.
But the sound of the door made her turn, and without warning, it opened. There stood Lord Halden. Nawyn’s eyes widen and she looked back up to Alistair. The man grinned, and with a snap of his finger, two servants came him and began to pull her away. “No! Please! My Lord!!! Mercy!” She cried over and over, even as she was literally drug out of the room. Another servant came to collect her things, for Alistair would not be needing them.
Lord Halden smirked as he watched the elf be dragged off to his chambers. “Glad to see you are finally turning around and gaining some sense, Alistair. She is a fine woman...a very fine woman.” Laughing, he turned back to Alistair.
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Suddenly, she crawled out from under the desk and ran over toward him. “My Lord!” She cried out, falling to her knees before. “Do not trade me away! Please! If you cannot keep me here, let me go home! Let me go back to my home in the woods of Lorien!” Sobs racked her voice as she pleaded with him to release her and let her return of if he was not going to keep her. Taking hid hand in hers, she kissed it again and again. “Please...I do not want to go to another lord! Don’t let them take me away! I want to stay with you...mercy my Lord! Please!!” And she placed her hands on his thighs, looking up at him with pleading, welled eyes.
But the sound of the door made her turn, and without warning, it opened. There stood Lord Halden. Nawyn’s eyes widen and she looked back up to Alistair. The man grinned, and with a snap of his finger, two servants came him and began to pull her away. “No! Please! My Lord!!! Mercy!” She cried over and over, even as she was literally drug out of the room. Another servant came to collect her things, for Alistair would not be needing them.
Alistair stood. Never before had a woman begged him in such a manner; the girl hated him and loathed him, and here she was asking to stay. Perhaps she knew what not awaited her. He watched intensley as she was dragged away, her pleaing almost inspiring him to run right after her and snatch her. Lord Halden smirked as he watched the elf be dragged off to his chambers. “Glad to see you are finally turning around and gaining some sense, Alistair. She is a fine woman...a very fine woman.” Laughing, he turned back to Alistair.
"I've changed my mind." Alistair said, dark eyes lingering at the door where Nawyn was last seen.
Halden's expression changed. "What?..."
"I've changed my mind." Alistair said, turning his dark eyes to meet Halden's defiantly. "I want her back, she's mine, I want her back. Now." He said, calmly.
Halden's lip curled into a sneer. "You can't! You gave her to me!"
"I can!...I am above you in ranking, your superior in honor and decency I am sure - I bought the elf, and was willing to give her to you, YET I changed my mind. She was my item, you did NOT buy her from me....therefore, she is still mine." Alistair barked angrily. Looking to the guard at the door, he nodded. "Bring the elf back to me, now!" He ordered. The soldier nodded and went to retrieve Nawyn.
Halden glared. "You're making a mistake, boy. Do not try and deal with the elders as me, you shall not win." He spat out.
"I believe there are those still loyal to my father, who would not take your words too kindly." Alistair replied bitterly. Halden said nothing; knowing, Alistair was right, and that many people liked Alistair and had liked his father. "Remove yourself from my chambers." Alistair said darkly - just as Nawyn was brought in. The guard tossed her into Alistair's chambers roughly towards him; but Alistair caught her, drawing the elfess into his arms and holding her steady, as he kept a firm gaze on Halden. "Now." He said simply.
Halden glared at him wickedly, darting his eyes down to glare at Nawyn as well lustfully - the elf he had ALMOST had, and now lost because of a CHILD boy and his conscience. Turning, Halden stormed out of the room. Alistair waited for the guard to leave as well, and shut the doors - before he and Nawyn were once again, alone. Looking down to her in his arms, he paused briefly, before releasing her and walking over to his closet. "We must leave....it's not safe for you here." He said, beginning to put on a shirt and tunic. "We'll leave at sunset - pack during the day and gather what we need. I shall escort you to your wood." He said simply. Alistair's dark eyes glazed with thought - "Too long have I stayed here..." He mumbled to himself. It had been too long. This was no place for him. He would leave everything in his name to Fionas, all power, all ranking, all authority.
"Pack what you need. Keep the dresses made, for they are yours." He said, gathering his own pack. "We travel light. Once you are safely to your wood, we shall part ways, and you will never have to see me again. This is my final deed to you, Lady Nawyn; a gesture of safe escort, as an apology for anything I have done to you." He said, unable to look at the golden haired elf. Guilt began to plague him.
Yet Alistair knew if he could get her out of here, and take her home... he would feel a bit better.
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Nawyn cried as she tried to fight against the two male servants that were dragging her down the hall toward this new Lord’s chambers. "Let me go! Stop!!" She knew what would become of her, the elfess saw it in his eyes. He would do what Alistair would not do, and had not done. Halden would take her without mercy, over and over again. With Alistair, there was a chance that she would be treated a little better than with others. She twisted and tried to snatch her arms out from their grasp, pleading with them even to let her go, but they were faithful servants to their master. Nawyn did not doubt that there were years of being beaten until they were broken in like horses.
But then something happened that she did not expect. One of Alistair’s guards and stopped them. Blue orbs gazed at him. If that did not confuse her, the servants pulling her back toward Alistair’s chambers made her head spin with clouds of fog. He had changed his mind. For once, a man that had shown her mercy, and was the kindest to her during her trip here and being sold. Alistair had saved her, twice now from the jaws of other men and their lust. Nawyn did not need to be dragged back, for she was willing to go back to Alistair. Even if he wanted her, he would not deny him now, for he had shown her mercy, and there had to be a price with it.
They shoved her into his room roughly, but Alistair caught her; strong arms came around her and held her close. Crying still, she rested her hands and head on his chest, silently thanking him for not giving her to this lord. She had seen his dark eyes of lust, and that frightened her. Never before had she been so glad to hear that door close and to be with the one who had bought her. The sound of the door closing was like bell chimes in the twilight. No more would she had to see that man’s dark face again.
Looking down to her in his arms, he paused briefly, before releasing her and walking over to his closet. "We must leave....it's not safe for you here." He said, beginning to put on a shirt and tunic. "We'll leave at sunset - pack during the day and gather what we need. I shall escort you to your wood." He said simply. Alistair's dark eyes glazed with thought - "Too long have I stayed here..." He mumbled to himself. It had been too long. This was no place for him. He would leave everything in his name to Fionas, all power, all ranking, all authority.
Swallowing her sobs, Nawyn watched him dress. Leaving? He was taking her home. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened. She would be going home. Nodding quickly, she ran to the chair and gathered the gowns that had been to her from him. They were beautiful, even for men’s craftsmanship. Picking up the only dark olive green dress, she turned her back to him, still feeling a bit modest toward him, and pulled the night gown off. The olive dress was pulled over her head and tugged on with haste. The cuffs of the sleeves, which belled a bit past her elbows was lined and trimmed in fur, as was the bottom of the dress and the collar that was in the shape of a light V and sat on her shoulders.
"Pack what you need. Keep the dresses made, for they are yours." He said, gathering his own pack. "We travel light. Once you are safely to your wood, we shall part ways, and you will never have to see me again. This is my final deed to you, Lady Nawyn; a gesture of safe escort, as an apology for anything I have done to you." He said, unable to look at the golden haired elf. Guilt began to plague him. Yet Alistair knew if he could get her out of here, and take her home... he would feel a bit better
Using her old torn and tattered gown as a makeshift bag, she stuffed the other dressing in it and tied it. But she soon stopped back and glanced over to Alistair, gazing at him sadly. Nawyn began to feel a bit sorry for him, to be caught in this mess of royals and their slave buying. He had saved her twice and would be taking her home. Setting the makeshift bag on his bed, she walked over to him silently on bare feet, and waited for him to turn around. Once he did, she placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him on the lips lightly, her deepest thanks from her heart. When Nawyn finally pulled back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you...with all of my heart...my lord...” She whispered, eyes falling on his ear, the same one she had bitten. The elf felt bad that she had to bite him to get him off, but it was the only way to make him stop. A finger traced his ear light, before lips kissed it as well and she released him. Blue eyes stared at him with a mix of joy and sadness. Nawyn would be sad to leave him deep down, for she was becoming more fond of him and his noble deed.
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Setting the makeshift bag on his bed, she walked over to him silently on bare feet, and waited for him to turn around. Once he did, she placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him on the lips lightly, her deepest thanks from her heart. Alistair was shocked at the kiss, and didn't respond. He couldn't. If he did, something might happen - she was a beautiful elf, and Alistair hated himself for putting her through any kind of pain. He had almost wished he'd seen this sooner. Changed himself. Or even made her feel welcome.
When Nawyn finally pulled back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you...with all of my heart...my lord...” She whispered, eyes falling on his ear, the same one she had bitten.
"You're welcome...." He said softly, swallowing deeply. Alistair's hands slowly came up and rested upon her back lightly - nothing too strong, he didn't wish to frighten her off agani. A finger traced his ear light, before lips kissed it as well and she released him. A sigh escaped his lips, as he held down a moan from feeling such soft lips upon his wounded ear. But it had been deserved, and he could not blame her.
Blue eyes stared at him with a mix of joy and sadness. "Come along, m'lady," He said quietly with a nod as dark eyes looked down into her blue, and then away. He didn't trust himself. Not with her. "There is much to prepare before we make leave. I need to go downstairs, and arrange for horses.... as well as tell Fionas I am on a leave. He shall be in charge." Alistair said, tossing his pack onto the bed. "I know you have not eaten yet... so I shall sent a servant up with some food; soup, bread, cheese, some wine." He said, with a nod to her. Giving a faint smile, Alistair grabbed some scrolls and parchments off his desk, and left.
Once in the hall, he leaned back against the closed door and sighed. She was so beautiful; tender, like the golden sun. Alistair didn't trust himself -- she hated him, such was clear, though at least she was greatful for his offer to help her leave. Shaking his head a bit, Alistair made his way downstairs to find Fionas. Moving past the kitchen, Alistair instructed the servants in to prepare some soup, bread, cheese and a small bottle of wine....and bring it to his room for the lady within. They nodded, and began to get some food ready for her to eat.
On his way to Fionas, Alistair knew what had to be done. All power would be given to Fionas, all rights and authority. Yet Alistair wanted him to expell Halden of his lordship. The man was undeserving.
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Blue eyes stared at him with a mix of joy and sadness. "Come along, m'lady," He said quietly with a nod as dark eyes looked down into her blue, and then away. He didn't trust himself. Not with her. "There is much to prepare before we make leave. I need to go downstairs, and arrange for horses.... as well as tell Fionas I am on a leave. He shall be in charge." Alistair said, tossing his pack onto the bed. "I know you have not eaten yet... so I shall sent a servant up with some food; soup, bread, cheese, some wine." He said, with a nod to her. Giving a faint smile, Alistair grabbed some scrolls and parchments off his desk, and left.
Nawyn watched him leave the room quietly. Once the door was closed, she sat down on the bed and sighed. He was not like others, and she began to admire him. Alistair did not have to treat her such. No other lord here would, and yet there was one who stood apart from the others and not because of his looks. Alistair had what the other males lacked: a conscience. The elf smiled a bit, and touched her lips with her fingertips lightly. She could still taste his lips from when she kissed him. Still warm and lingering. Smiling a bit more, she stood and began to make up the bed and gather a few things they would need, such as blankets for their journey.
Yet her ears twitched when she heard a thud come from the other side of the door. Frowning, she turned. The knob of the door turned and she smiled, thinking it to be Alistair. “That was fast, my lo–” Nawyn stopped, eyes widened. It was Halden who entered, not the young lord. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him, but he only sneered and pulled her roughly. The elf snatched her arm from his grip and sent her fist toward his face, which it was soon caught. She screamed when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He still had the letter that Alistair gave him, speaking of him giving him the elven woman he bought.
“Let me go! Release me!” She cried out, pounding on his back. “Alistair! Help me! Please someone help me!” But her voice fell on deaf ears, for his guard had been stabbed in the chest from the lustful Lord. He carried her, kicking and screaming, to his chambers. She tried t scratch him and pull his hair, but it did not matter. He threw her in. Nawyn cried out in pain when she hit the hard floor. The wind had been knocked out of her, and she lay there for a moment, catching her breath that had flown from her.
Lord Halden turned to the two guards at the door. “If anyone comes to this door, kill them, especially if it is that Alistair boy. We can always blame it on the elfess.” Chuckling, he closed the door and latched it shut, turning to Nawyn and picking her up before slamming her on the bed.
The servants with the tray of food approached the door, but then gave out a loud scream, seeing the guard there dead. The tray was dropped and the glasses shattered as she ran back down the stairs to alert Alistair of his late guard.
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"Well....I am sorry to hear you'll be leaving us, m'lord. But, I have faith in you. You are a lot like your father in little ways; determination, foremost." Fionas said with a fond smile, patting Alistair on the shoulder.
He, in turn, placed a hand on Fionas' shoulder. "Thank you my friend, and fair winds to you as well. I am sure you'll be a fine lord to all, fair and just. I shall come back and visit you, once I've settled." He said with a smile. Fionas nodded to Alistair, taking the scrolls and parchment Alistair had given him.
Turning, Alistair began to walk back towards his room. He felt good. He was actually doing this - going to be free. Perhaps he'd go to Bree, or Edoras.....he could go where he pleased. Yet as he began to head back to his room, he almost ran right into a servant. "Oh, excuse me, m'lady," He said. Yet he frowned when he noticed her distress. "My lady?" He asked, looking to her more concerned.
"My lord, there was someone outside your room! A guard, stabbed, who lies within his own blood!" She said quickly. "I came across the body as I went to deliver the food to your room, yet upon seeing the guard I dropped the tray and ran!" She explained.
Alistair's eyes darkened and he looked up from the servant, before quickly dashing off. All he could think about was Nawyn. She wouldn't do something like that, would she? Reaching his room, Alistair paused slightly - looking upon the dead guard, before stepping over him and bardging into the room. "Nawyn!?" He called, hoping perhaps she was still there. But fear, worry and concern were flooding into Alistair. He looked around, yet she wasn't there.
His dark eyes caught sight of her pack - she didn't leave, if she had, she would've taken her things. His mind raced back to possibilities - where she could be, or who could've murdered the guard. Then it hit him. Halden. Gritting his teeth together angrily, Alistair dashed out of the room - dark brown eyes seeming to go black with rage. How DARE he?! The lying snake. Rushing towards his room, Alistair saw two guards outside it. "I'm sorry m'lord, Lord Halden requests you are not to enter."
"You vile minions, let me pass by order of law and authority!" He hissed angrily; barking his voice to them, which made the guards wince slightly. "I am above Lord Halen in rank, and far above the two likes of you!....If you do NOT step aside, I shall have you both beheaded, and whatever family ties to your name thrown out of Minas Tirith!" He threatened.
The two soldiers exchanged glances; he could hear Nawyn's cries from within and it nearly ripped his heart out. "NOW!" Alistair boomed. The guards paused and slowly moved aside -- it took the young man no time at all to push and knock at the door. "Halden! Touch her at your peril!....I shall not stand by and see it done!" He yelled angrily. Taking a sword from one of the guards, Alistair began to hack at the door - at the slit between, trying to break the wooden latch which locked the room.
It took many tries, yet finally, a loud crack was heard. Dropping the sword,, Alistair ran against the door, knocking it with his shoulder until it flew open. There, his eyes beheld a most grusome sight -- Halden, pumping into Nawyn as she lay helpless on the bed, crying. Rage filled within Alistair - none like he had ever expeienced before. Running to them, the young man tackled Halden off the bed, tousling and wrestling with him on the ground.
Yet it didn't take long for Alistair to overpower him, and grasp a letter opener from Halden's table -- swiftly, he stabbed Halden in the throat. "You shall...NEVER...touch her...again...." He hissed out darkly, watching Halden's eyes roll back in his head, and finally, the man went limp. Standing, Alistair walked over to the bed and to Nawyn.
"Nawyn," He said gently, picking her up in his arms, and cradling her to his form. Alistair walked out of the room, glaring at the two guards who still stood there, a bit nervous and guilty. "Make yourselves useful," he snapped. "Get rid of Halden's body....then send word for Lord Fionas to meet me in my room." He said. Gently, Alistair carried Nawyn back towards his own chambers.
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Halden threw her onto the bed with ease, for she was not heavy at all. The elf, fearing him and his lustful glares, she tried to scramble to her feet and get off of the bed. However, Halden had other plans in his mind. The man grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her back, hovering over her. She kicked and screamed, tears falling down in riverlets down her cheeks. Nawyn wished that Alistair was here to save her from such humiliation as this and this man’s doings. His hand grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, just as Alistair had done. Yet this man did not stop there, and hr pleas were not heard. His eyes were darkened with lust and only lust.
His hot mouth pressed to her lips hard, waking o taste her. Halden got more than he wanted, for she bite his tongue as it pushed its way into her mouth. He cried out in pain and retracted from her. Rage flashed in his gaze, and the back of his hand stung her cheek. Not only could she taste his blood in her mouth, but her own as well. Now fulled by anger and lust, Halden pushed up the bottom of her dress and pooled it around her waist and stomach. While she writhed under him, he undid his breeches quickly with one hand and pushed them down to his knees. Without a moment’s hesitation, he entered her deep and hard. Halden knew he did not have enough time to feel the elf before Alistair found her missing, but if he could feel her around him and satisfy his lust for now, it would be enough.
"You vile minions, let me pass by order of law and authority!" He hissed angrily; barking his voice to them, which made the guards wince slightly. "I am above Lord Halen in rank, and far above the two likes of you!....If you do NOT step aside, I shall have you both beheaded, and whatever family ties to your name thrown out of Minas Tirith!" He threatened. The two soldiers exchanged glances; he could hear Nawyn's cries from within and it nearly ripped his heart out. "NOW!" Alistair boomed. The guards paused and slowly moved aside -- it took the young man no time at all to push and knock at the door. "Halden! Touch her at your peril!....I shall not stand by and see it done!" He yelled angrily.
His voice on the other side of the door was so close, and yet so far. There was no please as Halden pumped his length inside of her faster, being that his time was limited. Nawyn cried out in pain, still trying to pulls her hands free of his own. The man’s tongue ran up her neck and cheek, making her gag inwardly. “Alistair!! Help me!!” She shouted, but was quickly silence by his lips again. Disgusting lips and tongue that dived into her mouth again. It felt like she could not breath.
Taking a sword from one of the guards, Alistair began to hack at the door - at the slit between, trying to break the wooden latch which locked the room. It took many tries, yet finally, a loud crack was heard. Dropping the sword, Alistair ran against the door, knocking it with his shoulder until it flew open. There, his eyes beheld a most grusome sight -- Halden, pumping into Nawyn as she lay helpless on the bed, crying. Rage filled within Alistair - none like he had ever experienced before. Running to them, the young man tackled Halden off the bed, tousling and wrestling with him on the ground.
The elf screamed as Alistair flew in and tackled the man to the ground. Tears blurred her eyes ans she pushed down her gown, a gown that was given to her by Alistair. Nawyn felt dirty. He had climaxed inside of her just as Alistair broke down the door. His seed inside of her was something she wanted to rip out of her. Sitting up, she pulled her knees to her chest and watched in horror as Alistair and Halden began to fight on the ground. Yet it didn't take long for Alistair to overpower him, and grasp a letter opener from Halden's table -- swiftly, he stabbed Halden in the throat. "You shall...NEVER...touch her...again...." He hissed out darkly, watching Halden's eyes roll back in his head, and finally, the man went limp. Standing, Alistair walked over to the bed and to Nawyn.
"Nawyn," He said gently, picking her up in his arms, and cradling her to his form. Her arms wrapped around his neck like a child clinging to their parent. Her body shook and was racked with sobs and weeps. Never before had she felt so helpless in her life. She had been a strong elf before, but now that could not prevent what happened to her now. Alistair walked out of the room, glaring at the two guards who still stood there, a bit nervous and guilty. "Make yourselves useful," he snapped. "Get rid of Halden's body....then send word for Lord Fionas to meet me in my room." He said. Gently, Alistair carried Nawyn back towards his own chambers.
Finally reaching his room, Alistair sat her down on his bed with care, but she did not let go. Her head was pressed to his cloth shoulder as her hands grasped the material of his shirt, clinging to him still. “Thank you....thrice my savior...he took me...I tried to stop him...but I could not...” Nawyn choked out, still sobbing hard. The times he had saved her kept rising. Three times now he had saved her from that, even though Halden had gotten his last thrusts in her. It could have been worse, much worse, but it was still a humiliating thing. His hand rubbed hr back soothingly, trying to calm her and let go before Fionas entered. Sure enough, there was a knock on his door. It was Fionas. Fearing who was beyond the door, she clung to Alistair’s arm for dear life, fearing that it was another man trying to rip her away again. However, this man was a friend of Alistair’s, and he assured her that the man meant no harm. Slowly, the elfess released his arm and scooted back to the head of the bed, pulling her legs to her chest again and hugging her knees. Nawyn cried silently at being taken by that vile man; her head resting on her kneecaps.
Finally reaching his room, Alistair sat her down on his bed with care, but she did not let go. Her head was pressed to his cloth shoulder as her hands grasped the material of his shirt, clinging to him still. “Thank you....thrice my savior...he took me...I tried to stop him...but I could not...” Nawyn choked out, still sobbing hard. The times he had saved her kept rising. Three times now he had saved her from that, even though Halden had gotten his last thrusts in her. It could have been worse, much worse, but it was still a humiliating thing.
His hand rubbed her back soothingly, trying to calm her and let go before Fionas entered. "Shhh....it's alright Nawyn. I promise you...no more harm, nor humiliation shall come your way. Not while my lungs breath air, and I am your escort." He vowed quietly to her. But sure enough, there was a knock on his door. It was Fionas. Fearing who was beyond the door, she clung to Alistair’s arm for dear life, fearing that it was another man trying to rip her away again.
"It's alright, Nawyn. This man is Fionas, he is my advisor....he will not harm you." Alistair assured her. Slowly, the elfess released his arm and scooted back to the head of the bed, pulling her legs to her chest again and hugging her knees. Nawyn cried silently at being taken by that vile man; her head resting on her kneecaps. Looking to her sadly, Alistair stood and opened the door allowing Fionas in. "Thank you for coming, my friend," He said, clasping Fionas on the shoulder, before leading him in, and to the other side of the room away from Naywn.
The two spoke in hushed voices -- Alistair explained what had happened; Halden killing the guard, raping Nawyn, and Alistair killing Halden. Both men knew this would not be well recieved, and Fionas advised Alsitair to leave as soon as possible. He agreed, and signed over his lordship to Fionas right then and there, so Fionas was now granted all authority and responsibility. "I will make sure you get out of the city safely." Fionas promised with a nod.
Thanking him, Fionas left with a slight nod of respect to Nawyn. Alistair walked back towards her.
"Worry not, m'lady, we are promised safe passage from the city. But we are to leave sooner than expected. Before sunrise.... within the hour, we shall leave. Horses have been prepared, and Fionas has arraged for a whole pack supply of food to be given to us. We shall both be well on our way before nightfall." He assured her with a warm smile, trying to coax her into relaxing. "Please...go to the bathing chambers; wash and change, should you so please. I will wait here until you are ready, and we shall go down and fetch our steeds together." He said.
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Thanking him, Fionas left with a slight nod of respect to Nawyn. Alistair walked back towards her. "Worry not, m'lady, we are promised safe passage from the city. But we are to leave sooner than expected. Before sunrise.... within the hour, we shall leave. Horses have been prepared, and Fionas has arranged for a whole pack supply of food to be given to us. We shall both be well on our way before nightfall." He assured her with a warm smile, trying to coax her into relaxing. "Please...go to the bathing chambers; wash and change, should you so please. I will wait here until you are ready, and we shall go down and fetch our steeds together." He said.
Nodding slowly, Nawyn uncurled her legs and swung them over the bed. Gazing at the two men before standing. The elf looked down as she reached into her makeshift bag and pulled out a simple blue-grey under dress and a brown vest. Gathering them on her arms, she quickly made her way to the bathing chambers and shut the door. The clothes were sat on the counter and the elf practically tore off the gown that she was wearing. Taking it off, she tossed it away and watched it sail across the room. That gown would haunt her for the rest of her days, as would Halden who was now dead.
A shaky hand was lifted and pushed away some of her hair from her face. She picked up a towel and dipped it in water. Furiously she began to between her legs, desperate to rid herself of the man’s scent. Nawyn was rubbing the apex between her legs so hard that it began to turn redder, since it was already red and swollen from Halden. The flow of tears had finally stopped, and the back of the elf’s hand wiped away the tears and what fell. That towel was tossed away and a new one was taken for her face. They would be leaving soon, and she did not have time to take a full bath now. Perhaps when they next came to a stream, river, or lake, she could fully bath herself. Now, she just wanted to get rid of Halden’s scent.
The blue-grey dress was pulled on over her golden head and smoothed out. The third time she changed today. The dress was a long and full length dress with close-fitting sleeves with a fairly high round neckline. Next the brown vest was pulled over that had a corset as well, starting just below her breasts. The back lacings were done up by herself and the best she could do, since she did not want to bother Alistair with it. The pins that were still on the counter from yesterday were placed bak in her hair, holding it up in a loose bun.
Nawyn stepped out of the bathing chambers once more, and took a deep breath. Gazing at him, she smiled faintly, before moving back over to the bed and closing her makeshift bag. “We should travel southwest and then north to avoid as few Haradrim men or others that watch the roads. They still lurk in Middle Earth..thought I am sure you know this already.” Nawyn said, glancing up at him. Blue eyes then shifted to look out the window, finally she would be free. She could almost smell the woods fo Lorien.
Picking up their bags, both of them left his chambers, Alistair leading and Nawyn following behind closely. They went down to the stables and readied their horses. For something this simple, Nawyn did not need help, but while Alistair was busy readying his horse, she whispered something to the stable boy, and he nodded. She watched the boy run off, and waited. When the boy finally returned, he handed her a scabbard with a dagger in it. The elf did not want to ride defenseless. She thanked the boy and slipped the dagger under her bags, but within fast reach. They lead their ready steeds out of he stables and mounted.
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Nawyn stepped out of the bathing chambers once more, and took a deep breath. Gazing at him, she smiled faintly, before moving back over to the bed and closing her makeshift bag. “We should travel southwest and then north to avoid as few Haradrim men or others that watch the roads. They still lurk in Middle Earth..thought I am sure you know this already.” Nawyn said, glancing up at him. Blue eyes then shifted to look out the window.
"I am aware. Worry not....I am sure they have better things to do than hassle or abuse two lone people on horseback." He said with a confident smile. Alistair had travelled to many different places at many different times. If they kept pace and travelled lightly, they would not be bothered.
Picking up their bags, both of them left his chambers, Alistair leading and Nawyn following behind closely. They went down to the stables and readied their horses. For something this simple, Nawyn did not need help, but while Alistair was busy readying his horse, she whispered something to the stable boy, and he nodded. When the boy finally returned, he handed her a scabbard with a dagger in it. The elf did not want to ride defenseless. She thanked the boy and slipped the dagger under her bags, but within fast reach. They lead their ready steeds out of he stables and mounted.
Alistair caught the notion, but said nothing -- if she wished for protection fine, he would not deny her such. Yet Alistair had wondered, WHY Nawyn wished to go back to Lorien. He'd heard tell almost all elves had left, save for the ones that men got a hold of. They'd sailed, no longer wanting to be a part of this world with men. So where was she going? Surely she would not live in the woods alone, it was not safe. Mounting his own mustang steed, Alistair gave the horse a slight kick to it's side, and the two headed off.
As they left the stables, they passed Fionas who was watching outside. He smiled and nodded to Alistair in farewell. Alistair nodded back with a slight smile, and the elfess and man began to trot down each ring, gradually going lower and lower, until coming to the large gates, which were opened for them, by pull of four men on each side. The two trotted out into the vast plains surrounding Gondor - which were now a brilliant green color, since evil had fled from Mordor, and no threat longer stood at Minas Tirith's doorstep.
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Finally they were out of Minas Tirith and heading to Lorien. Lorien, it had been her home since she was born, and while so many elves had left already, Nawyn did not want to go. There were still a few elves that resided in Middle Earth, for they were the ones that did not want to leave just yet. It was the one place she felt safe in, for the woods were excellent cover and provided safe homes. He could not understand that, or perhaps he would. It was not an easy thing to forsake one’s home and the beauty that she was happy with. Lorien was the only place that she ever felt that was safe, and because of that, she wanted to go back.
As they trotted along their path, Nawyn stole a few glances to him, watching him. Why did he want to leave and escort her back to the woods? Surely there had to be something more than just a kind deed, unless he really wanted to journey with her. The elf would have been happy if he just sent her on her way, but he did not. Alistair was here with her, and that touched her heart. He wasn’t the man that she first thought him to be. Blue eyes shifted down to her mare’s mane of a pale fawn color. The Palomino’s coat was smooth as silk. Some men kept their horse’s coats clean and took care of the animals. One of her hands held the reins while the other played with the horse’s mane. “Why did you want to escort me to Lorien, my Lord?” She asked softly, raising her eyes to him again. “It is very noble of you...but I do not fully understand...for you are not like the men there in Minas Tirith.”
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One of her hands held the reins while the other played with the horse’s mane. “Why did you want to escort me to Lorien, my Lord?” She asked softly, raising her eyes to him again. “It is very noble of you...but I do not fully understand...for you are not like the men there in Minas Tirith.”
"I told you before," He answered calmly, feeling more light hearted, now that they were actually on their way, and he could finally leave his father's responsibilities to the older lords who actually cared for it. "I vowed to escort you back, in order to right any wrongdoings that were thrusted upon you in Minas Tirith....either by myself, or other men." He said with a slight bowed nod to her.
Alistair did feel guilty about what had happened to her, and the other elfess'. "If I could, I would have taken some of your companions with us as well. Unfortunately, their lives now depend on the whims of their lords. And I can do nothing, by right of law." He said sadly. Looking back ahead, Alistair scruffed his dark hair, as his dark eyes focused on the horizon ahead. Fairly clear now, yet the whisps of cloud coming from the East signalled a chance of rain come nightfall. It was both a good and bad thing. He knew the lands always welcomed rain, and it would help the people in Minas Tirith for their outside city farming. Yet for Nawyn and Alistair, it would mean an almost certain stop.
Re: I Want Tomorrow"I told you before," He answered calmly, feeling more light hearted, now that they were actually on their way, and he could finally leave his father's responsibilities to the older lords who actually cared for it. "I vowed to escort you back, in order to right any wrongdoings that were thrust upon you in Minas Tirith....either by myself, or other men." He said with a slight bowed nod to her.
Alistair did feel guilty about what had happened to her, and the other elfess'. "If I could, I would have taken some of your companions with us as well. Unfortunately, their lives now depend on the whims of their lords. And I can do nothing, by right of law." He said sadly. Looking back ahead, Alistair scruffed his dark hair, as his dark eyes focused on the horizon ahead. Fairly clear now, yet the wisps of cloud coming from the East signaled a chance of rain come nightfall. It was both a good and bad thing. He knew the lands always welcomed rain, and it would help the people in Minas Tirith for their outside city farming. Yet for Nawyn and Alistair, it would mean an almost certain stop.
Nawyn listened to him as she spoke, saying nothing at first. Instead, she simply gazed at him, admiring that he was one of the few who had a ‘change of heart’, so to say. The elf wished that other men had the same revolution as he did, and some of them did. The only problem was that they were few to be seen these days. Perhaps that was a reason why some many of the elves had left to sail, not wanting to be caught up in the toiling of men and their changing ways. But still, that did not frighten her away. The world was changing, and yet it was still the same. A hand raised and pushed back some of her tendrils behind her ear, away from her face. “Thank you....again...you have done so much for me that you did not have to do. What others did is not your doing, my Lord.” She said, glancing over to him again. “It was not your fault that they ambushed my company and took us captive. I too am sorry if I hurt you...”
The elf did feel bad for biting him, but she was not going to say sorry for trying to stop him. It was a wake-up call, for the both of them. Nawyn did not want to hurt anyone, but if that was what it took to make someone stop, then she would. Of course, it did not make Halden cease from his intentions. As they rode, Nawyn looked up tot he sky and she did too notice the clouds gathering with dark bellies full of rain. Rain. Nawyn did not see the rain as a bad thing. In fact, she welcomed it. “Rain...” She whispered, smiling a bit. “So tell me, my Lord, have you ever been to the woods of Lorien before? If not, you will love it when we arrive. It is not the same, for there are not many elves left, but still beautiful.”
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A hand raised and pushed back some of her tendrils behind her ear, away from her face. “Thank you....again...you have done so much for me that you did not have to do. What others did is not your doing, my Lord.” She said, glancing over to him again. “It was not your fault that they ambushed my company and took us captive. I too am sorry if I hurt you...”
"Think naught of it....it was provoked. Even deserved." Alistair admitted. It was a wake-up call, for the both of them. Nawyn did not want to hurt anyone, but if that was what it took to make someone stop, then she would. Of course, it did not make Halden cease from his intentions.
As they rode, Nawyn looked up to the sky and she did too notice the clouds gathering with dark bellies full of rain. Rain. Nawyn did not see the rain as a bad thing. In fact, she welcomed it. “Rain...” She whispered, smiling a bit. “So tell me, my Lord, have you ever been to the woods of Lorien before? If not, you will love it when we arrive. It is not the same, for there are not many elves left, but still beautiful.”
"I have no doubt it is a beautiful place, my lady," Alistair said with a slight nod. "But I know my kin shall not be welcomed - nor do I wish to take the chance in trying to venture in, while escorting you." He admitted. "I promised to take you as far as the wood -- but an elven realm holds no promise nor acceptance for me. And I must honor that." He said with a nod. Alistair didn't want to fight, nor to be captive of elves -- who were no doubt upset that men had begun to take their women.
Re: I Want Tomorrow"I have no doubt it is a beautiful place, my lady," Alistair said with a slight nod. "But I know my kin shall not be welcomed - nor do I wish to take the chance in trying to venture in, while escorting you." He admitted. "I promised to take you as far as the wood -- but an elven realm holds no promise nor acceptance for me. And I must honor that." He said with a nod. Alistair didn't want to fight, nor to be captive of elves -- who were no doubt upset that men had begun to take their women.
Nawyn turned to him, blue eyes gazing at him. At first, she said nothing, processing his words. It was true, what elves were left would not look too kindly upon Alistair, and alone he would be shot for trespassing. However, she was a Lady of Lorien, her family close to the Queen. No one knew that, and it was best that they did not. That would have only worsened her position. “You do not have to escort me, Alistair. I can surely hold my own. But I can guarantee you that should you wish to venture into the woods, no harm will fall upon thee.” She said, smiling a bit. If she stayed with him, then the elf would understand that he was a companion of her, and she HIS escort to Lorien.
“Do not group yourself with those vile men of Gondor, Alistair. You are not your kin. Though you may be of the same race, do not bind yourself to them, for you are an honorable man, and that is what makes you different from them.” She nodded her head. Alistair was not like those in Gondor, and to find one man o such quality was rare, but comforting. The elf felt a drop of water hit her nose. And then another. Then another. Rain. Looking up to the darkening skin, Nawyn glanced to Alistair.
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