Show No Emotion

Being a slave to humans is horrible. Being a slave to Urak-hi is even worse. To be beaten, to be whipped, to be within an inch of death, and then be expected to wake up the next morning and work. It is torture, in its most vile form. That is this elf's life. Not remembering who she was or where she came from, her only knowledge is of the forges and the whips. Her life is solitary, and she has never seen another elf, until one day when a certain elf-prince is captured and jailed next to her. She can't help but be curious about him, and wonder after his innocence. She may not know him well, but she knows one thing: she couldn't let him be broken, not like her.

No one should be like her.

[Lord of the Rings fan-fiction. Not a love story. I own nothing, only my elf character. The rest belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.]