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Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The boy and the queen where dragged off as the nobles and generals laughed at the sight. Pathetic.. Tree huggers... nothing but whores These words where thrown towards the prisoners as they where dragged outside. The soldiers where rough in their treatment, any hesitation was met with a fist in the ribcage, or a kick in the shins. The ragtag group where pushed outside and guided into separate carriages, the elven boy had to be forced off the queen as they threw him in a separate carriage. Hold your tongue, whore A soldier spoke as the queen wanted to speak up. He dragged her to the carriage and threw her inside. She was forced in a seat next to two armed guards, they held the iron chains, and wore no weapons, in case she made a dash for them. In front of her was a thin man, he had a shaven had and the deepest blue eyes a man could posses, he smiled gently as to calm her. His whole expression was flawed, he tried to calm her, yet he only gave off death and coldness. I take it thou are the fair elven queen. His eyes examined her as if she was cattle. Mewyn, or Maewyn right? He held his fingertips underneath her chin as he lifted it and guided it to the sides, examining her bruises. O pardon me, Where are my manners He leant backwards and grinned. I am Eldric, family retainer of Lancius, heir apparent. He looked outside the carriage as he spotted the elven boy, Me and the lad will be spending a lot of time together, perhaps even daily. He noticed her eyes widening as he said this. But I am sure we will get along splendidly, after all your represent the elven race, so we will act accordingly. He tapped against the side of the door, the carriage began moving, Slowly at first - but increasing speed by the minute.
Thread: The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

All of her words fell on deaf ears, the ringing laughter of the rest of the men in the chamber sure to haunt whatever tortuous nightmares that were to come. The queen and the boy were dragged outside, and she couldnt help but put up a little fight. She was the queen afterall, she couldnt just go quietly. While being dragged she jerked and pulled against the men, but it only resulted in a smarting blow to her ribs and spine. Maewyn gasped against the pain but didnt cry out, also briefly thankful that they did not bruise her face anymore than it already was. Her heart ached when the small boy was pried out of her arms and and she snarled an elven curse at the soldier that dragged her away. As much as she wanted to kick and scream and carry on, she knew it would do little for her situation except to give her more bruises. In the carriage now she was wedged between two burly men, the iron chains they held clanking and jingling ominously just like the shackles that bound her hands. The man opposite them was clearly of some importance, but the queen didnt even deign to acknowledge him until he touched her. Angrily she yanked her chin out of his grip, her gaze poisonous as she dared him to touch her again. Only barbarians such as yourself would not know the ruler of the race you have destroyed. Oh, how she wished they would have just killed her when they killed all of her guards. She would not have to deal with the humiliation of being a prisoner and knowing the fact that all of her loved ones were dead. As she man spoke she catalogued facts, noting that the young human that had threatened her was named Lancius..and that the elven boy would be at the same estate? Her eyes widened in surprise at this, and she felt a burst of happiness that perhaps she would still be able to shield the young lad somewhat. The carriage lurched forward now, and she turned baleful eyes upon Eldric. Somehow I doubt your hospitality.
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The man smiled as he noticed her expressions. He lifted his left leg and crossed it over his right knee. Now then on to business Grabbing a leather-bound book, he opened the locking mechanism and flipped through the pages. Using his long delicate fingers he began scribbling away, asking questions here and there. During the entire carriage ride, he questioned her about her former position, accumulated wealth, foreign lands, he even went as far as to ask for her sizes. The man simply smiled as the girl refused to answer, or curse his entire family. After two long hours the carriage stopped in front of the mansion, it was an old keep, now refurbished into a more 'delicate' design. The old defensive walls where still intact, and a large moat surrounded the area. They stopped in front of the keep and the soldiers escorted her out. This way please a young and gently voice said, as a young lady opened a large wooden door. She was short and had long black hair, her skin was brown- and had a delicate look to it, she appeared to be around the age of fourteen. The soldiers escorted the servant and the queen up the stairs and through a maze of corridors, finally coming to a halt in front of a wooden door, two sentries where posted at the sides, clad in plate-mail. The servant led the group inside and closed the door behind them. The soldiers did not speak a word as they removed the chains around her wrist and quickly left the room. The servant brought up 2 chairs and a small dining table, she then disappeared. A few minutes later she came back, humming a small tune, as she placed a bowl of fruit in front of the Elven female. Please.. eat The room was large but well decorated, it was kept in a clean state. The windows where barred with thick iron rods, and the door consisted of 2 locks. The servant smiled gently as she cleared her voice. I.. I am Amelia, I am a servant of the Valerian bloodline, and have the honour serving you for the time being She kept her head down and did not stir.
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Maewyn knew this journey, and the rest of her time as a captive, was going to be extremely hard to get through. Idly as the carriage moved she wondered why they hadnt just killed her, and she could only think of a few reasons. Perhaps humans thought it was good sport to keep her alive and watch her suffer? Elves were a mostly peaceful race, so drawn out torture was something she was blatantly unfamiliar with. Earlier the Emperor was speaking about acquiring more land, so perhaps they thought she knew information that would help them out? Unfortunately for them her lips were sealed on that matter. Why else then would they wish to keep her captive? She would long outlive any human they sent to guard her, so it was only a waiting game for her. Then again.. for years there had been rumors circulating that elves knew special herbs and potions that could keep a person young forever, maybe thats what they were after? Whatever the reason, the queen was jolted out of her thoughts when the irritating man began to question everything about her life. Alternately she stayed silent until he got to a particularly invasive question, after which she would swear at him in the human or elven tongue. Humans were barbarians through and through, and Maewyn hoped to escape as soon as she was able to. After an eternity of time spent in the carriage, the elf was almost happy to arrive at their destination. She was quiet as the soldiers lifted her out of the carriage, and instead of more soldiers to greet her she was surprised to see a young woman standing there. Auburn eyebrows raised in surprised, the queen was led through a maze of corridors and into a large and clean room. What surprised her even more was the fact that her shackles were removed! They had been her constant companion for nearly a month, and to prove it the skin of her wrists were bruised and raw. Tentatively rubbing the irritated skin, Maewyn glanced around her new quarters as the young servant hurried to and fro. When a bowl of fruit was produced the queen actually smiled, and drifted over to the table. Thank you, child. All she had been given to eat lately was slop, and although her body had always been an hourglass shape lately she was looking a little thin. Picking up an apple from the bowl, Maewyn acknowledged Amelia. Tell me Amelia, just exactly how long do you think you will be serving me? She hoped to hear anything about her future.
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The young lady smiled gently as she heard her name being spoken. How.. how long? She contemplated the question and her answer as she looked at the elven queen take a bite out of the apple. As long as is necessary my lady She stood up and walked towards a large dresser, it was old antique even, she slowly undid the locking mechanism and slid open the doors, she moved her hands inside and slowly grabbed a few clothing items. These seem to be your size, I hope I guessed correctly She bowed as she place the items on the table in front of the queen. I hope these are to your liking, I was not told of your taste or your... she blushed as she whispered. form She stood up and folded her hands. My lord has instructed me to help you strengthen and get cleaned. I can prepare a bath for you, and even accompany you, if you so desire All the time she remained polite and showed no signs of emotion. An hour passed as Three knocks where heard on the wooden door. Amelia moved towards the door and spoke. Yes... hmhm.. I understand. Yes I will She returned to the princess as she folded her hands again. I have been informed that My lord wishes to speak to you now, to.. discuss the current arrangement She bowed as she blushed. They..The soldiers.. Requested that you should be shackled again, in case you tried to.. escape. She stared at the floor as she moved her left foot gently. Would you be willing to cooperate? I beg thee
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How she had missed the simple pleasure of eating an item grown out of the earth! Elves ate relatively simple foods and dishes, and the heavy porridge and stew the soldiers had offered her had not sat well with the queen. Just the simple bowl of fruit raised her morale, if only slightly. Maewyn was not surprised that the servant could not help her, it wasnt the girls fault of course. Without replying she finished her apple and watched Amelia fetch a pile of clothing, a smile finally curling up on her full lips. Thank you child, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Easily she sorted through the pile, picking up petticoats and a plainly embroidered dress. I think these shall do nicely, and a bath would be wonderful. Although she wasnt happy to be a captive, she would not take out her frustration on a servant. Maewyn had had her maids assist her in bathing all of her life, so she did not order the girl away. Elves were not ashamed of their bodies like some humans seemed to be, and it was a very pleasant experience to have the girl wash her hair. After stepping out of the bath she got dressed, only needing Amelias assistance to lace up the back of her gown. It seemed no time at all had passed before there was a knock at the door, and the queens good mood slowly deflated. No doubt she would not like what was to come. The serene look on her face faded as her lips thinned at the request, but Maewyn nodded. Of course I will cooperate child, lead the way. These humans were barbaric, and she didnt wish the girl to get in trouble if she resisted.
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The soldiers entered the room and noticed the Elven queen in the gown, one of them actually blushed by the sight. Clearing his throat the other man stepped forwards. I see you are willing to cooperate?, tsk.. fine They led the queen between them as they exited the door, they closed the door behind them and moved in the direction of the light at the end of the corridor. They went this way for five minutes. Amelia was busy explaining the way the city was build, the history, customs and a hundred other things, all at once. She stopped talking when one of the guards explained how much force was necessary to decapitate a servant girl. Standing before a large room the guards stood at the side, Amelia whispered This is the lord's chamber They pushed open the doors in front of her as she made her way inside, a second later a dull thump was heard as the doors where shut again. She now stood in the private quarters of Lancius. It was specious, filled with armour standards, hunting trophies, maps and and old tombs. Most impressive of all was the large window at the end of the room, it almost covered the entire room and illuminated the room. Lance was sitting half on his desk, his arms folded. At first she did not see him, as the sudden change in light blinded her. Welcome he said slowly, his voice still sharp and cold. His leather boots scraped across the marble floor as he straightened up, not wearing his chain-mail any more, he was now dressed in a grey sleeveless tunic. His well trained arms where across his chest as he was staring straight at her, his eyes met hers as he smiled. I see that captivity has not diminished your grace He gestured to a small wooden chair on his left, as he moved towards it. Let accusations and our past out of these walls for today, I am offering my ear if you are willing to set aside your hatred towards me, at least for this meeting He took a seat and filled his and her cup with a fine wine. A drank deeply as he closed his eyes.
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Under the proper conditions and with the right tools, Maewyn was radiant. During her reign all of the elves raved about how she was the most beautiful queen ever, how none could compare to her. Most of it she took to be stroking her ego, but she certainly was beautiful. Hair the color of red autumn leaves hung down to her hips, usually bound by a circlet or crown was now plaited into a plain braid that hung over her shoulder. Under her gown the pale flesh of her midsection and legs were discolored and bruised, but since the fabric of the gown kept her modestly covered the only bruising that was visible was the faint purple shadow over one cheekbone. The gown, although plain, and although she was thinner than normal, was clearly meant for a smaller woman. Therefore the bodice was tight against her chest and torso, before flaring out slightly around her hips. The queen ignored the soldiers, not deigning to speak with her jailors as she was led down a corridor. Indulgently she listened to Amelia prattle on about the city and the history, though at one mans threat to her she reprimanded him. Do not speak to my maid like that sir, or I shall have you removed. Her words were sharp and scathing. Maewyn did not speak again until they reached a set of doors, and silent still she walked inside until the door shut behind her. Pausing to get her bearings, the elf squinted in the sudden flood of sunlight and after a moment could make out the younger man from before sitting atop a desk. Lancius, she recalled his name being, was staring at her. So, the queen met his gaze squarely. Even when he smiled and complimented her she remained motionless, not moving to take the proffered chair. Maewyn waved away the wine and crossed her arms under her chest, glancing out the window longingly before turning back to the youth. You say you are offering your ear, but I doubt you will do anything to help my people. So what am I really here for? Her voice rang out melodiously in the space, not loud but not quiet either.
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Lance met her gaze as he inhaled. let us speak plainly then He leant against the wooden furniture as he placed his right foot on the other. He was quiet for a few seconds as he tightened his left hand and relaxed it. Let us face facts, we conquered your race utterly, what resistance you people could offer have fallen to the blade. Our forces outmatched yours by at least 5 to 1, and our losses where few. We have without a doubt won He let the thought sink in before he continued. This land, this empire is ruled by the Valerian's - has been for the last 15 centuries. I am Lancius and hair to this empire, I am responsible for the genocide to your country by blood, not by act. He stood up and grabbed his drink, placing his lips on the cup, he tasted the sweet wine. In the eyes of my people I am still a youth, I have had no command in the war with the elves, nor have I fought with one. He started to move towards the desk as he placed the cup on the wooden desk. You hate me for my heritage, you despise me because my father gave you to me. I.. I can understand that you harbour these feelings, and I will not try to persuade you otherwise. I find my self in a position of power, I hold not only your life, but the life of your people in my hands. I could remove the females from my fathers circle, and buy the elven warriors from the mine. He let the thought dwell for a second as he stared at her, he thought hard while his eyes imprinted her perfect form. I believe myself nor evil nor good, I only act in my own and my country's best interest. I need things to strengthen my position, bargaining chips in the court. He walked towards her and placed his hand underneath her chin as he lifter her chin up, staring deep in her perfect eyes. His fingers where powerful, he held her chin gently but he could hold his fingers in place if he wanted it I suggest a trade, I will personally guarantee the safety of the elven adults, and possibly freedom to the elven boy, If.. He let the words linger. If you swear to submit yourself to me, and only me. I desire your knowledge of the land and history, as I do of your own being He let go of her as he moved towards the desk and sat down. What say you, lady Maewyn
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There was clearly no love lost between them, and clearly Maewyn was not happy to be in the position she was in, but she didnt rule a kingdom for 3000 years without gaining some wisdom along with the post. If he wished to speak or give her a proposition, she would listen. Arguing would do her no good, except to perhaps anger him and make her situation even worse. So listen she did, only wincing slightly when he detailed just how much of a victory his kingdom had over hers. In silence she watched him enjoy his wine, listening and pondering on the facts he brought up. While it was true she hated his father and his heritage more, she would not forget how he held a knife to the elven boys neck. Maewyn was standing a few feet away from the desk, but when Lancius mentioned freedom for the other elves in her party she took a step forward. Clearly, this was a subject she wished to discuss. Freedom, you say? Finally she speaks, knowing he will explain just what he wants in return. It was always a trade off with these humans, they never do or give something without wanting something in return. When he approached her and lifted her chin up she met his gaze with no fear, the thoughts in her head churning quickly. So you wish my knowledge and wisdom, as well as my body? She cut straight to the point, not wanting to dance around. This was her chance to bargain, and she was not going to waste it. Watching him sit down at the desk, she took another step forward but did not sit down. Obviously you know what I want my people freed, and I am prepared to give a lot for that to happen. She paused, trying to organize her thoughts into a cohesive unit. Why do you wish for me to submit? Would not it be easier to simply torture the knowledge out of me? There was a small hint of malice in her tone, but the queen was trying to stay diplomatic. I will only agree to trade my knowledge, if you will surely free the elven boy and the rest of my people.
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The young man sighed as he walked around the room. Alas it is more complicated than that, while I can make life better for your subjects I cannot free them. My fathers law decrees all elven born to be enslaved, unless trained from childhood. He grabbed a small note and glanced over it. The youth can be set free, if given an education and position in the keep, In time he could make his own path. The others I am afraid would remain in captivity, the environment of their captivity is something I can change, even make bearable He thought for a minute as he kept quiet, after a few minutes he spoke. I could arrange the elven girls to be kept in your presence, to serve you as servants. That would be the extend of my power in court He smiled slowly as he walked towards her. Yes I desire all you have to offer, you can increase my standing in the realm and relieve me of my urges. He grinned as he took in her body once more. You have been with men before so this won't trouble you to much. What say you to my terms? He asked, his tone cold and demanding. If you refuse, I shall not force myself upon you nor torture you for the information, yet I shall not lift a finger for your people he turned around and placed his hands on the table. speak
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Even as she spoke a plot was beginning to form in her mind, something devious that would solve all of her problems. Once Lancius agreed to free her people, Maewyn would play the part of being submissive and obliging. After enough time had passed that she could be assured her brethren were safe, she could stop the charade and stop helping him. The queen didn't mind if he killed her after that, as long as she knew she had helped some of her people out. Her morale was improving as she though up the plan, but just as quickly as she had thought of it he poked a hole through it. He could not free the elves, and therefore if she were to stop cooperating they would most likely be in an even worse position than the first time. Melancholy filled her momentarily, and she couldn't help but echo his sigh. You're sure you cannot have them smuggled away? The Elven queen was cheered a little to hear the young boy could have a good future, but now was the time to negotiate for the girls and the soldiers. She wouldn't mind having them as her servants, at least that way she could shield them. I would be pleased to have the girls as my maids, however I also wish my soldiers to have posts here and not in the mines. While she spoke it was hard to ignore the way the youth was looking at her, and also his abrupt changes in mood. To test how far his demands went, she glanced up at him demurely and then looked away. What if I have never been with a man? Would you defile me in such a manner? That was a blatant lie, as the queen had had many lovers during her reign, but she wished to see just how far she could push this human youngster. He says he would not force himself upon her, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. I say that we need more negotiation.