Among the thorns

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I know not how long they have kept me with them. I know only pain now.

I had been ignorant and naïve in my judgment. I am here because of my own foolishness.

They have whipped me, beaten me and used my body in ways which I do not care to divulge or re-live.

The camp is filthy. I have not eaten for days and I have been given no water, only that putrid draught. It had dribbled down my neck and was now stuck to me in a sticky mess.

My long silver hair was now covered in dirt and tangled. My wrists were rubbed raw and had bled as the coarse rope bit into my flesh when they pulled me along.

My Adar and Naneth were no doubt worried about me. I had not even left a note telling them where I had gone. I had left wearing a blue riding dress and a cloak. My cloak had been lost during the struggle when I had been captured and my dress was torn beyond repair or even decency.

My eyes shifted from the disgusting bodies of the orcs to the brilliant st. It. I shivered, not because I was cold, because I feared what would happen when the dark blanketed the sky. Not even the stars could save me then.

I sighed wearily and shifted, trying to relieve the pain in my back. I had been whipped last night, as I had almost every night. They had re-opened old wounds and made new ones.

I had taken sword lessons from some of the best warriors in Lothlorien. Even Lord Celeborn had been known to spar with me on occasion. Of course, I lost to him. I had trained long and hard to become an able warrior. Unfortunately all of my training could not save me from my own foolish acts.

I closed my eyes and was jolted by the sound of clanging. I opened them slowly, knowing what was coming next.

The leader of the hoard approached me and grabbing my hair he shoved my face down into the dirt. Mud coated one side of my face and some went into my mouth.

I could feel the repulsive hands pulling up my skirts. The humiliation was now part of my life. My underwear had beispoisposed of the first night they took me. I felt the sharp nail like claws as they scratched the back of my thigh. A hand was laid on my backside and I prepared myself for the pain, though it never helped. The pain intensified each time. They had taken me violently in both of my passages. The pain when I walked was horrendous and I knew that my violation was the cause.

I felt nauseous as I heard the laughter and sneering of the rest of them that had gathered to watch.

I felt a searing pain as he forced his engorged flesh into my back passage and I bit my lip to stop myself crying out in pain.

I felt every thrust and every movement as he moved within me. I felt my flesh tear and my blood flow and silently prayed that my blood would lubricate his flesh but it only worsened the seaing pain.

With one last forceful thrust he went still as his seed spilled into me.

I heard the laughter of the others as he pulled out of me; it echoed in my mind- taunting me almost to tears. Tears that I refused to shed.

I felt another orc positon himself between my thighs, as I felt the head of his shaft against my entrance I let my mind take leave and I drifted into a comatose state

When I opened my eyes once more, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. I was alone. They had left me here alone.

I felt pain and then exhaustion wash over me and I let sleep take me.

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A magnificent horse and its elven rider bust through the trees at a great speed. A blue cloak flew out behind the rider and dark hair framed his fair face.

He and his brother had been tracking orcs for months now. His brother had turned back with the rest of their group. All except him. His name was Elrohir, son of Elrond, Lord of Imladris. He had had the urge to continue and had followed an orc trail for miles and the trail had led him here, an open area oodlaodland not far from his home. Quickly scanning the area he saw nothing, the orcs had already moved on.

A small bundle that was almost hidden in the grass caught his eyes. He cautiously dismounted and approached it. A pair of bloodied bare feet came into view and he hurried over. To his shock it was a female. Her dress was torn and stiff with blood as was her hair. Her face was fair. He moved her hair from her ears and sighed heavily; his mind and heart were unwilling to accept what his eyes so plainly saw.

She was an Eldar.