"The first time I saw your face, I got wasted on your love. I'm a total wreck, I'm a basket case, I'm a user, you're my drug." -The Donnas.
We walked for miles, I somehow managed to trip and fall on my face twice. A man with a deep voice helped me back up both times. He had strong hands and I could tell he was muscular, but he was Man, and elf and man don't mix. I didn't know why I was even thinking of it to begin with.
"Unhand me you savage! Do you even realize who you're dealing with?! I will kill you!" I was struggling to get out of the man's clutches.
"Be silent." Was all he said.
What an asshole. He couldn't tell me what to do! I began kicking and fighting to get away even though I had a bag over my head.
"Stop squirming, you'll only make it worse for yourself." The man said.
I didn't listen though and ended up getting myself thrown over his large shoulder. Once again, I was being carried. I was really starting to get sick of being carried. We went on like that for awhile. Once in awhile I would kick him or hit him, in return I'd get a hit to the bottom, but it wasn't the good kind. It actually hurt and eventually I gave up.
All of a sudden me and my companions were thrown onto the ground. They took the bags off of our heads and cut the rope off of the hobbits hands, but not mine.
"Leave hers, she's dangerous and cannot be trusted." The man said.
I looked up and saw him, I could finally put a face to the voice. He had long golden brown hair, he was actually pretty magnificent looking for a human. I tried not to let myself think that way, but I did. He stared at me for awhile before being distracted by one of his men.
*~*Faramir's POV*~*
I was up late that night in my chambers, sitting at my desk, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was her face, it was stuck on my mind. She was beautiful, I knew she was an elf, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. To hell with what was right and wrong. I also knew I couldn't let the prisoners go, so maybe it was a good thing. I decided then I would go talk to her.
"Ah, you're awake. I was hoping you would be." I said to her.
"What do you want?" She said bitterly.
"Just to talk is all."
"Save your breath, I don't wish to speak to the likes of you."
"You being my prisoner, you don't have much of a choice."
"Listen, I'm sorry about your brother. I should have spoke up earlier, but I didn't want Frodo and Sam knowing the truth." I tensed at her words. She knew the truth about Boromir, she may be the only one who knew.
"And what is the truth?"
She breathed a deep sigh and explained.
"I was scouting the area by myself, walking around, looking for any signs of abnormality. I heard Frodo and Boromir in a heated discussion, so I listened in on it from behind the tree. Boromir attacked Frodo for the ring. I cut in and kicked Boromir in the gut. I grabbed Frodo and ran, that is until I heard the heavy footsteps of orcs. Only I found out it wasn't orcs, I do not know what they were. I ordered Frodo to run and find the others while I helped Boromir. There were two of our companions trying to help him, but they were weak. A huge menacing creature reared his ugly head. I told Boromir to take the little ones and run for safety. He done what he was ordered to do, but then as I was fighting the creature threw my sword from my hand and then I tried kicking him and he grabbed my leg and broke it. The bone was sticking out, and the creature grabbed me up by my neck and was strangling me. Boromir must have heard my scream when my leg was broken because he came back. I spoke to him through my mind and told him to save himself. of course he wouldn't listen. He saved my life and because of me he is dead. I'm sorry."
