Trapped

Yes you fool- your twin

When I woke up I was in a small cell, with bars made of elvish metal. My knives were gone, and all my daggers. I was still wearing my armour, and my cloak was draped over me. Groaning, I staggered to my feet, every inch of my body aching. "Cano dio veino?" ((Where am I?)) I said groggily.

I stumbled, falling to my knees, before the bars. I reached out to touch the bars to pull myself up, but when the tips of my fingers touched them, a burning sensation streaked along my body, and I screaming, my back arching and my head burning. I fled to the back of the cell, into the darkness, shaking, and shocked. The guard passed my cell, marching, barely looking, but he was armed with metal, and the pain over whelmed me, and I screamed, and fell unconscious again.

I awoke to keys jingling in my door, and the great heavy metal doors were opened and each of my arms were seized. I kicked out sharply, only to find that a great leather and metal collar was fastened around my neck, and that I was being pulled along by two large chains.

"Let go of me!" I shrieked, clawing at the guards. They took no notice and continued to drag me along.

They dragged me up many flights of stairs, until we reached a long sloping path. Seated on a huge carved throne at the end of it was the elven king, smirking at me in all his robes.

"Ah, the last one" He said coolly, his eyes flashing.

"You dare insult me like this!" I snarled at him.

"You, last time I checked, are in no position to threaten me"

I growled, but didn't say anything.

"Ah, what is this? Wolf got your tongue?" He snickered, grinning

The fury was building inside me, trying to break loose, but I was still held by the chains and the two guards.

"Very well, we will skip the pleasantries. I ask one question. If you answer it truthfully, I will let you go free."

I stared resolutely at the ground in front of me, checking my anger before I answered "What is it?" in a growling tone.

"Where is your brother?"

My mind reeled, and the world spun before me. That memory wasn't to resurface, no matter what happened. I wouldn't let it. It would tear me to pieces.

"My... my brother?" I asked myself shakily.

"Yes, you fool- your twin"

I stared up at him, my eyes narrowed and slim. "No"

"No what? What do you mean?" he sounded taken aback and shocked.

"No"

He suddenly realised what I meant. "Very well. If you won't tell me wilfully, I have other ways of getting the truth out of you."

That night was long and painful. The whip marks on my back and shoulders wept and bled, and I wept with them. Huddled in the corner of my cell, I did not sleep, but nursed my wounds and hatred. This continued for weeks, my wrists being cut and horrible words being written on my arms, legs and back. Sketched around my neck in purple burns were the words Dog Filth.

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Okay, to get this strait, I want to talk about Thrandriul. I know some people love him and everything, but he is very cold here. I know that, and there is a reason for that that will be explained later. I do feature him later as the Thrandril that I know you all love. Thank for reading!
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