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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
9,624
Reviews:
67
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The race of man
Author’s note: Okay, next we go back to Haldir. Oh, originally this story was not necessarily going to be about Haldir’s capture, but what came after that. However, I've decided to stretch this story to contain more about Haldir’s confinement, and then there will be more about the events after that (which will definitely contain Haldir---he’s my favorite character!) Warning: this story may contain slight slash.
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Mirkwood…………….
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When Haldir regained consciousness he noticed that the two arrows had been pulled from his body. The wounds had not been dressed, and his other cuts and bruises had notn ten tended to, but at least the arrows were out. He looked around cautiously, dreading the thought of drawing attention to himself.
The moonlight slightly filtered through the trees and Haldir saw that all of the men present at the camp were sleeping. ‘Thank Elbreth,’ he said to himself, wincing at the thought of having to deal with their leader again. The Marchwarden tested his bonds. The rope was not elven, and therefore was weak. Since his hands were tied behind his back, he slowly but steadily rubbed the thin rope against a rock on the ground. He held back a sigh of relief as the rope snapped. Just as he was about to stand, he felt an arrow at the back of his neck.
"Where do you think you’re going pretty boy?" It was the leader. The man let his gaze wander over Haldir’s tattered clothes, which did not leave much to the imagination. Awaking several of the other men, he had Haldir retied a post inside of his tent. "Let’s see you get out of this," he said as he then fastened chains around Haldir’s wrists.
The man ran his eyes down the elf’s body. "I’d play with you a bit, but slaves are worth more if they are untouched…… if you get my meaning." Laughing, he spit in the elf’s face. "See you later!" And he walked out of the tent.
Haldir used his shoulder to wipe off the saliva from the human. ‘Disgusting. Utterly disgusting.’ The marchwarden tested his bonds. Although the rope was the same type as before, there weren’t any sharp objects that he could use to cut it. ‘Even if there were, I would not be able to break the chains as well,’ he thought to himself.
Thinking back to what he had seen outside the tent, he deemed that they were about one third of the way through Mirkwood. He only hoped that he was rescued before he was sold as a slave. He shuddered to think of a human using his body for pleasure.
Shifting into a more comfortable position, Haldir fell into a troubled sleep……….
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Mirkwood…………….
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When Haldir regained consciousness he noticed that the two arrows had been pulled from his body. The wounds had not been dressed, and his other cuts and bruises had notn ten tended to, but at least the arrows were out. He looked around cautiously, dreading the thought of drawing attention to himself.
The moonlight slightly filtered through the trees and Haldir saw that all of the men present at the camp were sleeping. ‘Thank Elbreth,’ he said to himself, wincing at the thought of having to deal with their leader again. The Marchwarden tested his bonds. The rope was not elven, and therefore was weak. Since his hands were tied behind his back, he slowly but steadily rubbed the thin rope against a rock on the ground. He held back a sigh of relief as the rope snapped. Just as he was about to stand, he felt an arrow at the back of his neck.
"Where do you think you’re going pretty boy?" It was the leader. The man let his gaze wander over Haldir’s tattered clothes, which did not leave much to the imagination. Awaking several of the other men, he had Haldir retied a post inside of his tent. "Let’s see you get out of this," he said as he then fastened chains around Haldir’s wrists.
The man ran his eyes down the elf’s body. "I’d play with you a bit, but slaves are worth more if they are untouched…… if you get my meaning." Laughing, he spit in the elf’s face. "See you later!" And he walked out of the tent.
Haldir used his shoulder to wipe off the saliva from the human. ‘Disgusting. Utterly disgusting.’ The marchwarden tested his bonds. Although the rope was the same type as before, there weren’t any sharp objects that he could use to cut it. ‘Even if there were, I would not be able to break the chains as well,’ he thought to himself.
Thinking back to what he had seen outside the tent, he deemed that they were about one third of the way through Mirkwood. He only hoped that he was rescued before he was sold as a slave. He shuddered to think of a human using his body for pleasure.
Shifting into a more comfortable position, Haldir fell into a troubled sleep……….