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Chapter 5 - Vaniel's Captivity
Disclaimer: All familiar characters are owned by JRR Tolkien and are used without permission. No monies are being made from this work. Original characters are part of the story and owned by the author.
Vaniel, My Heart
by Sienna Dawn
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Chapter 5 - Vaniel's Captivity
Third Age, October 25th, Year 3018
Somewhere south of Imladris, following the Loudwater.....
Contrary to her mother's worry and Elrond's suspicions, Vaniel had not run away from Imladris to seek the world of Men. Instead, she had been taken unwilling by a band of human creatures the likes of which Vaniel had never seen. Quickly, had they rushed her from the thick woods at the Ford of the Bruinen, where she had stopped for a few hours, and was enjoying a lovely sunset as her steed grazed nearby.
She had smelled them before she had seen them, a dark horde of long-haired men, covered in tunics that bore signs of prolongued use without benefit of washing. The folly of crossing the river to the other side, away from the protective magic of Imladris' border, had never occurred to her. And so here she remained for a few hours, contemplating her situation and finally coming to a decision, one she hoped her mother would understand. For it had come to Vaniel's heart that perhaps her path lay alongside the world of Men and not the Eldar.
And then the wild men had descended on her. Taking her by surprise, and although she was somewhat skilled in the use of short knives, they quickly overpowered her.
Now they were following the banks of the Loudwater, the great rushing river that Vaniel knew flowed to join the Greyflood, called Gwathlo by the elves. But because her knowledge of the world outside of Imladris was limited, she had no way of knowing where she was being taken, terror blinding her to the most rudimentary survival skills that she had been taught as a small child.
She was neither treated roughly nor indifferently, for although the creatures who had taken her spoke a dialect of Westron that she did not know, she still was able to recognize it as a language of Men. And so she had come to understand that they knew she was an elf, and not fully human.
Close to the banks of the river did they travel on foot, swiftly moving toward an area that was desolate and wild and Vaniel had not been able to discover landmarks she recognized. By dawn, her mind and heart more settled, she was able to tell they were moving south, following the Greyflood until they came to a deserted stronghold that resembled an abandoned settlement.
Here, they had stopped and Vaniel stared about her nervously as many more of the same creatures emerged from the ruins of the settlement, women, men, children, the old and the young, all astounded at their unexpected guest.
Surrounding Vaniel, she was able to tell that they were indeed human, as Dunadan was, although there was a wildness to their manner that Dunadan had not possessed. Careful to not show fear in her eyes, she stoically allowed them to inspect her. Her hair was pulled and yanked, sometimes painfully, but she resisted the urge to cry out. Her clothes were touched and fingered, her boots and her belt inspected and often pulled.
Suddenly, a great shout came from outside the throng of humans that encircled her, and she was pushed toward a tall man, whose hair was the same color as her own, but was bound by little braids which covered his entire head.
Standing before him, Vaniel fought down the panic that threatened to spill over into her mind, and braved the man's stare.
Although she would not know this for many years to come, she was only a few leagues from her beloved Imladris. Yet that fact would do her little good, as she had still to walk the path laid out for her by the Valar.
Key:
Dunadan = a name given to Aragorn
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Vaniel, My Heart
by Sienna Dawn
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 5 - Vaniel's Captivity
Third Age, October 25th, Year 3018
Somewhere south of Imladris, following the Loudwater.....
Contrary to her mother's worry and Elrond's suspicions, Vaniel had not run away from Imladris to seek the world of Men. Instead, she had been taken unwilling by a band of human creatures the likes of which Vaniel had never seen. Quickly, had they rushed her from the thick woods at the Ford of the Bruinen, where she had stopped for a few hours, and was enjoying a lovely sunset as her steed grazed nearby.
She had smelled them before she had seen them, a dark horde of long-haired men, covered in tunics that bore signs of prolongued use without benefit of washing. The folly of crossing the river to the other side, away from the protective magic of Imladris' border, had never occurred to her. And so here she remained for a few hours, contemplating her situation and finally coming to a decision, one she hoped her mother would understand. For it had come to Vaniel's heart that perhaps her path lay alongside the world of Men and not the Eldar.
And then the wild men had descended on her. Taking her by surprise, and although she was somewhat skilled in the use of short knives, they quickly overpowered her.
Now they were following the banks of the Loudwater, the great rushing river that Vaniel knew flowed to join the Greyflood, called Gwathlo by the elves. But because her knowledge of the world outside of Imladris was limited, she had no way of knowing where she was being taken, terror blinding her to the most rudimentary survival skills that she had been taught as a small child.
She was neither treated roughly nor indifferently, for although the creatures who had taken her spoke a dialect of Westron that she did not know, she still was able to recognize it as a language of Men. And so she had come to understand that they knew she was an elf, and not fully human.
Close to the banks of the river did they travel on foot, swiftly moving toward an area that was desolate and wild and Vaniel had not been able to discover landmarks she recognized. By dawn, her mind and heart more settled, she was able to tell they were moving south, following the Greyflood until they came to a deserted stronghold that resembled an abandoned settlement.
Here, they had stopped and Vaniel stared about her nervously as many more of the same creatures emerged from the ruins of the settlement, women, men, children, the old and the young, all astounded at their unexpected guest.
Surrounding Vaniel, she was able to tell that they were indeed human, as Dunadan was, although there was a wildness to their manner that Dunadan had not possessed. Careful to not show fear in her eyes, she stoically allowed them to inspect her. Her hair was pulled and yanked, sometimes painfully, but she resisted the urge to cry out. Her clothes were touched and fingered, her boots and her belt inspected and often pulled.
Suddenly, a great shout came from outside the throng of humans that encircled her, and she was pushed toward a tall man, whose hair was the same color as her own, but was bound by little braids which covered his entire head.
Standing before him, Vaniel fought down the panic that threatened to spill over into her mind, and braved the man's stare.
Although she would not know this for many years to come, she was only a few leagues from her beloved Imladris. Yet that fact would do her little good, as she had still to walk the path laid out for her by the Valar.
Key:
Dunadan = a name given to Aragorn
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