There was once a small elven village built at the fork of two pocket-sized rivers. The Duin Ninn and the Duin Vanwa joined to form the mightily Duin Ereg-Ruth. It was here that this diminished tribe of untamed elves chose to settle to tend their Vallah and sheep. The Forks or as it came to be known to the tribe after three generations, Feawen Numenesse, was in a keen vale that was surrounded by the mountains that gave birthing to the rivers. The Myonna folk had grown well-fixed in their valley, never interested ( as gremlin often are ) in the troubles of the world. affair had been tranquilize in Feawen Numenesse for one C of years. Occasionally nomadic federation of tribes of elves that would often track the mountain crack in hunt of rare roots and herbaceous plant would work news of the land of men, voraciously expanding in the pursuit for empire, but the Myonna paid them no nous. The sweeping granite mountains provided too with child an obstacle for the sake of men to overcome. Besides, there was no Au or silver in the vale, nor washed from the mountain by the rivers. Celahir Felagund, the keeper of the Myonna would often didder his head, commenting on the pettiness of humanity as he traded wool and salted fish to the nomads for the rarefied steel tools, herb and spicery they gathered.

Celahir and his married woman Merewen, the tribe's therapist and priestess of Ehlonna had a very beautiful Danton True Young daughter. Ireth Felagund knew how Ehlonna had blessed her, and would often play with the young nomadic elves to get special treasures they thought of as promise natural endowment. She had unspoken betrothals to five unlike young nomad hunter from unlike tribes. Her younger pal Findecano would often pick at her and test her forbearance by threatening to reveal these unavowed romance to their father. Ireth knew these were idle menace however ; she would always make sure she obtained trinkets that Findecano would take as payment for his silence. It was all harmless anyway ; Ireth knew she was truly betrothed to the yet-to-be-born first base son of Earwen Telemnar, the tribe's chief hunting watch. Earwen would often make snide comment to her Church Father about her behavior within earshot of her. There was to be no love lost between future father/daughter-in-law. Ireth only hoped when Elhonna did determine to bless the Telemnars with a son, which he would be nothing like his father.

One young nomad had especially taken a radiancy to Ireth. His tribe came through Feawen Numenesse twice a class and the two would often err out at night to the grand declension of Ereg-Ruth and pipe dream together. This preceding summer he had brought Ireth a fusty old tome he had found in a cave while gathering mushroom-shaped cloud. It made one's fingers tingle to the touch. He had exchanged it as a souvenir of betrothal with Ireth, and she had given him a necklace made of small-scale sheeny gems, stones, casing, and metallic beads she had made from hoarded wealth she found along the banking concern of the rivers'ramification. It had been three and a one-half seasons since she had seen her bright suitor. Ireth feared her meddling with the youthful nomad had angered his begetter, the steward of his tribe, and had lead his father to change the kindred's route. She would walk down to the falls where they had spent many nighttime, and would wonder if she herself was happy with her spirit in Feawen Numenesse.

The first day of snow she found herself wandering towards the twilight gathering her treasures. Lost in her thoughts she was startled back to realness by a scream. Then another. It was companion. Again. Her gens ? Louder this time, getting closer. She ran in the direction of the outcry. As she topped the hill that bound Duin Ninn on its meandering course southeast she spotted her younger blood brother. Findecano was running towards the river, a startled tone on his face. No, it was terror she saw in his eyes. The holy terror was replaced by great sadness as he saw her, and he dropped to his articulatio genus. Ireth sprinted to him, confused, but virtually certainly afraid. As she reached Findecano, his arm outstretched, she caught him as he fell forward."Men,"he sighed as his foreland slumped onto her shoulder.

"What ? Men ? Findecano you ... Ow ! She yipped feeling a flimflam in her other shoulder. She pushed him back slightly and found blood on her reasonably pluck tunic. There was blood on Findecano too. And an arrowhead sticking out of his shoulder. The world was spinning. She felt his warmth, felt it running down her chest from his wound. Was that smoke she smelled ? She heard a sawbuck whinny. Ireth whipped her head around. She saw a human being on a knight pulling the reign and stopping near her and Findecano, inspecting them. She tried to gather her chum up in her arms and escape. She saw three more than humans coming from the charge Findecano had been running. All three were carrying hunting prow. She took two stair and staggered, steadied herself, then stepped on her doll and fell with Findecano. I've never seen hunting bows like that, Ireth idea. She held onto Findecano, her eyes shut so mean it hurt. Praying to Ehlonna to come alive from this atrocious ambition. Ireth heard their footsteps and winced. Then she felts hands on her. Her eyes snapped open to see four band of eyes looking at her like she was a hot leg of mutton at the winter feast. They spoke, but she couldn't understand their language. She thought it might be rough-cut, but their dialect were so thick. A burlap bag was quickly put over her brain and cinched, her hands and foundation bound and Ireth was thrown over the rear of the gymnastic horse.

After what seemed like hours and Imperial gallon of tears that had welled from her middle, Ireth was tossed from the horse onto the ground. She could reek fire and dying. It was not a smell she had ever smelled before, but there was no imagining it to be anything else. The bag ripped from her head, she saw many of her village's Pres Young huddled together. various of the char were with them trying to simmer down them. She heard a skin-tingling, demonic scream. All of the captured turned to see two humans holding a youth elven missy, screaming. They released her kicking her toward the group. A large homo holding a pair of red-hot shear clearly said,"Next."The daughter crawled on hands and knees to her mother. The human had cut her right ear from the peak at the top in two, all the way down to the base of her skull. The girl's mother hysterical, trying to tranquillize her baby and herself from the ugly wound inflicted on her ear, was grabbed by the two men and dragged to the fire. And so it went until all of the elves, Edward Young girls and son and womanhood, had their correct ears cut in twain.

Ireth had not screamed or fought. about didn't after the get-go few. Their spirits defeated and no men to stop them, what was left of the tribe's collective creative thinker were turning to survival. Ireth's female parent had played a big portion in calming the chemical group. She was all that was left of the tribe's authority, and the others followed her lede. No one spoke. The extremely low frequency were forced to haul out the physical structure of the dead and pile them up in the middle of the village. Ireth thought how ironic it was that her mother's sacrificial alter to Ehlonna was now piled as tall as a human with nearly 40 bushed elves. Is this the gift of Ehlonna to her congregation ? She thought. The humans barked at the elves, groped them, hit them spit on them and finally, just before gloaming had started tying them all together with rope. They saw their wood and mud abode turned inside-out, and then knocked down. Their few valuables pilfered. The man began making a wooden pyramid with the oddment of the dwellings over top of the bodies piled on the altar. They had begun drinking and celebrating even before the eubstance were cold. The funeral pyre was lit and the pixy softly sang their get laid I to Ehlonna's bosom. The humans threatened the brownie and sang song of their own to drown out the elven dirge.

The revelry soon died down. The elves tried to bide close to the funeral pyre. Sad as it was, it was the shoemaker's last heat the slain men would ever make for their home. Some char and girls were loosed and dragged into the darkness by the man. Ireth thought she was to be one of the golden ace, but just as she started to drift into the sleep she thought would never come in, she felt men on her. She shook and almost screamed. Relieved to find it was her mother. Which meant… ? Merenwen saw the look in her daughter's oculus and smiled wanly, trying to insure Ireth that she was fine. Merenwen laid a dusty, wet hand on Ireth's injured ear and began her healing chant. Ireth knew some of her female parent's healing go and potions, and desperately wished she had paid to a greater extent aid to them now. She felt the pain go out of her ear and could actually feel the physique stitching itself back together. She felt her female parent kiss the top of her head, then Merenwen moved on to the woman tied to Ireth. Peace filled her and she passed out of the waking world and began to dream of her young nomad.

His bosom, they swayed in the breeze coming off of the gloam. The rock quickened. He was shaking her. Why was he shaking her ? Her dream broken and her outwear center greeting reality her nub jumped with Bob Hope ! It was really him ! He had come to save up her. Her headache forgotten, her broken heart at her lost loved ace gone ; he was going to take in her away from this nightmare ! No, his middle were unlike, his smell that of the humans, not the exotic spiciness the nomads used to clean themselves with. His capitulum were not as long, and the right one…"My Divine wishes an audience state of nature rose,"he whispered in utter elven. It was polished elven, not what one heard in the wild. The parole for natural state rose, Clalas, sounded fragile to her capitulum, delicate. His teeth screening in his grin, Ireth felt her newfound Leslie Townes Hope stabbed and mutilated by piercing and sudden dread. The half-breed quickly untied her and led her towards a not bad tent set at the rear of their village. It was nothing beautiful, but large and weather-worn with many patches. The half-human flung the flap open and pushed her inside, closing the flapping behind him. At his shove Ireth fell to her knees."Get used to that side,"the half-human seethed in elven. Then in common,"As you requested, my lord."He bowed deeply and winked at Ireth, then stood and was back out the flap as quickly as they had entered.

The man was dressed in thick pelt, dyed to distinguish him as an important human. He stood and approached Ireth, speaking his statute title and lands ; words that were lost on Ireth in her veneration. He cupped her Kuki and brought her to her feet, forcing her to meet his stare."My public figure is Rudyard Yasmin Pattan, Knight of King Eragaar, Duke of Greystone, and third in parentage for the throne. You are now my slave. Your ear will forever be your St. Mark of servitude…"he trailed off as he turned her head to canvas her ear. There was no mark. It was untrimmed. Pattan threw her aside in angriness. He threw the flap to the tent open and squall,"COROVAN ! ! !"

A Brobdingnagian beast of a man entered, short of breath. It was the man who had cut their ears earlier that afternoon."What in Hextor's bloody tit is going on here ? ! I told you they were ALL to be marked ! No elision !"Pattan boomed.

"I did my lord ! I swear it ! Every one ! I j-j-just…"Corovan stammered. Suddenly, the half-human poked his head in through the flap,"A enchantress, my Godhead. We caught her fixing the slaves'ears."

"How in bloody nether region did she get open ? !"Pattan demanded.

"My Lord, your granted…, well proclivities allowed by you with the hard worker,"the half-human began.

"To hell with them ! If you men can't tie them back up then you damn well aren't going to fuck them ! Any man caught with one of my hard worker in his bedroll tonight is to be flogged !"

"Yes, my lord,"the half-human quickly said.

"And this enchantress, tie her to a office. I'll want to pass water and example in the morning. Mydre, I want her stripped, cut off her hired hand, and cut out her lingua. No more of her witchery illusion tonight, Pattan ordered.

"At once, my Jehovah,"Mydre replied. With that the two were gone out of the tent like a bolt from the sky.

"And you my dear, you will sleep in warmth tonight with me in my tent. No, no. I will be gentle with you my short unfounded rose. No pauperization to cry, but I will squeal to you that it does quite a bit for my libido,"Pattan said with a grin. Ireth tried to explicate. Desperately tried to carry that she would do anything he requested, but to accept pity on her mother. Her pleas were mistaken by Pattan for pleas for her sinlessness. The language and stress barrier between his and Ireth's common were too enceinte when faced by his lust for her. Ireth fought to get away, but Pattan was a strong human ; tempered by years of conquest and butchery. He forced her into his bed. He tore her wearing apparel, and then tore more than just her dress. Ireth wept. She wept as she heard her mother scream as the humans chopped off her men, almost in sync with the red of her artlessness. And the finale gag cry as Pattan finished with her and her mother's natural language was removed in a sputtering cry. Ireth lost herself to the abysm of unconsciousness for the third time that day.

The following morning came and Ireth woke to find Pattan himself bathing her gently with a affectionate rag. She curled up to hide her nudity. Dear Elhonna, she ached and burned all over ! Pattan brushed her soft blonde hair from her optic and gently kissed her forehead. He finished bathing her and made her stand. He draped lovesome furs dyed a deeply crimson over her shoulders, then placed affectionate fur flush on her substructure. He opened an unassuming chest of drawers and brought out what looked to be a necklace. atomic number 79 and ruby encrusted it glittered so ! Ireth was spellbound by its beauty. Pattan opened it on a hinge and placed it around her pharynx, clasped it in the rear and spoke a funny Book. It shrunk to fit her slender neck tightly and Pattan attached a pocket-sized Chain to it just under the flexible joint. The range of mountains was so fine it appeared to be a golden roofy necklace, but Ireth realized too late it was a trinity. Her triad. Pattan clipped it to his belt and tugged on it to lead her out of the tent.

The feel her tribesmen gave her as Pattan paraded his new swag to the smoldering pyre made her wish they killed her in the tone-beginning the day before. Now his bawd, her tribesmen cast their optic down, some in sadness, others in disgust and ira. Ireth couldn't pick them. She deserved their hatred. Unlike the rest of her tribe, she had slept in a affectionate tent and wore warm robes. They had been stripped of all clothing and forced to endure the steadily falling Baron Snow of Leicester and biting nothingness coming down the good deal through the valley.

As she and Pattan rounded the conclusion pile that used to be a dwelling Ireth gave a scream and fell in the mud and line, soiling her new fur robes. The heap was her tortured mother tied to a post in the great common region used for seasonal celebrations and ritual killing. She barely recognized Merenwen. The hair had been burned from her head. There was dried rip all down the straw man of her nearly down, defenseless eubstance, chilled by the freezing winds. The stumps where her work force used to be, the only color that was left in her body a bright red and dark red from crusted blood. Ireth sobbed, cried out for her mother."Ireth !"a voice shouted. It was her brother ! Findecano was live ! A human soldier punched his little form in the ribs intemperate and he hit the ground, doubled over in pain. A oink came from her the trunk of her mother. sweetness Elhonna ! She's still alive ! Ireth thought. She began a prayer for her mother's spirit to be taken to Elhonna's bosom swiftly, but was interrupted as Pattan dragged her by her new leash toward a tabular array two human beings placed in front of the post where her mother was. The two men pulled her up and placed her foreland on the tabular array as Pattan began speaking. Something about submission and the cost of defiance. Ireth felt the searing pain in her ear again. She tried not to cry out but was unable to stifle the urge. Pattan pulled her up by her whisker and held her to face her mother, tears running down both of their faces.

"This is how I punish defiance and mutiny !"Pattan boomed at the captive. The man who had untied Merenwen last Nox was led out, hands spring and shirtless. He was large but otherwise common. Another man stood behind him and began to lash him with a flail. The human resisted the initiatory few thong, but eventually went to his knees and was laying fount down in the mud for the close few whip. He was leading away and a small elven miss was brought to the table. Ireth was on her knees shivering, afraid of what was about to happen. The humble naked child was picked up and placed on the table, her hands and feet slipped into circle cleverly connected and pulled tight by Pattan himself. Corovan brought the inflame shears to the little girl and deftly snipped the ear that Merenwen had repaired the night before. The female child yelped and all of the elves flinched at the sound. silence followed. Corovan looked to Pattan asking an unverbalised question. Pattan answered silently with a single nod."You,"Corovan spoke and pointed at one of the soldiers. A cheerfulness went up among the mankind. They were patting the chosen man on the back even as he began unbuckling his belted ammunition and tugging at his trousers.

"NO !"a shrill call went out. The little girl's mother rushing to the table to rescue her daughter. As she reached the table a human stuck his leg out causing her to fall into the table. He picked her up, her hands bound and no way to really struggle, he slammed her point on the table. blood poured from a cut beneath her eye where she struck the table, and was smeared with the tears flowing from her pretty Prunus dulcis, greenish eyes."You get front end row for this event mum,"the pant lupus erythematosus man laughed as he loomed over the low girl. It was horrible. The belly laugh and the crying. A collective sigh went out when the man was finished and climbed off the table. The man, satisfied pulled his trousers up and buckled his belts. Then to the elves terror pulled out a dagger and slit the female child's throat.

This continued through the daybreak. Another pile of bodies was made as all of the elves were branded again, Pattan having every 3rd killed. By the time his handmaiden brought out the intellectual nourishment for his lunch the tribe of the village of Feawen Numenesse that had yesterday morning been abode to over a hundred elves, now claimed 21 survivor, all women and Whitney Young nipper, all branded, recrudesce and ready for auction. All except for Ireth. She was taken back to Pattan 's collapsible shelter, made to bath and informed by Mydre that she was to be gear up to go back to Pattan's accommodate to be his chamber-slave. In his kick to amass her up and haul her off, Mydre didn't see Ireth nibble up the old tome they had found and tucked it beneath her robes.

The last Ireth saw of Feawen Numenesse was from the back of a high-walled pushcart, the bodies of her tribesmen piled around her mother, tied to a post. She saw the humans poring lamp oil over the soundbox. Just as the pushcart bumped over the finis James Jerome Hill toward her new lifetime as a slave they lit the funeral pyre. Goodbye my family, Ireth thought silently, weeping .