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Too Close to Home.	By : Solaris Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 2843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six,
�Who was the healer?� asked Legolas.
�It wasn�t even a healer I was at but a jeweler�s home. Whoever the man was left me in their care, stating something about she was in need of a safe haven for a while. I stayed in their spare room for about a week before I had the strength to stand and walk about. I felt helpless there and I tried to help out as much as possible. I became a big help in the store helping people figure out which jewelry to buy and with my eye, I was able to match each piece of jewelry to the person. One day, a man came in, I never seen him before, tall Ranger looking but I doubted that he was one. He came in and asked for the jeweler to create a necklace most suitable for his lady love. He said he be back in a month to claim it. He left leaving us with a small bag of coins as down payment for the necklace.� spoke Mira.
The gray haired jeweler drew for days trying to get something that was perfect for the man�s lady love. Nothing was looking right to him. He was doing that and creating other jewelry for other customers. Finally, he gave up on drawing it or doing the necklace at all.
Mira watched him as he worked for several days and then picked her courage up and asked, �May I try to create the necklace for the Ranger?�
He gave me all the things that I might need to create it. I created this necklace within a day.� Mira said, as she removed the silver necklace from around her neck. In her hand laid a white gem like a star on a silver necklace.
�Mira, that is beautiful! Can you make another just like that one?� whispered Arwen, who fell in love with the jewelry that was in Mira�s hand.
�Alas, I can not make another Evenstar. I named it Evenstar for I had finished it when the evening star appeared for the night. I have tried several times to make a double of it. But each one didn�t come to shed the grace of the original one.� Mira stated gently.
�Father couldn�t we send an envoy to the Dwarves and get some gems from them?� whispered Elladan.
�Hush, Elladan,� stated Elrond.
�Did the �Ranger� return to claim the necklace?� asked Estel.
�No, all year we waited for him to return and claim it. He never showed up. After creating the necklace, I became an apprentice jeweler under the jeweler�s eye. I created several other necklaces and rings but never could make a double of the Evenstar,� spoke Mira, as she placed the silver necklace back around her neck.
A year had passed and the jeweler�s wife was asking about seeing if they could buy her from her father so she would no longer be a pain to him to care for. Mira told them that he would probably resist but would probably let me go to them for a steep price.
�When you arrived here, Mira, we were thinking about leaving Gondor for somewhere else where we could get more money for our work but since you arrived in our store, we refused to leave for our necklaces, rings and hair ties been selling like mad. You are a great jeweler. A dwarf would fall in love with your work when they saw them.� spoke the jeweler.
�I doubt a dwarf would but a woman would. My work is good,� Mira said gently.
�We kept track of how much money each of the jewelry that you sold while under our eye and we think this bag of coins will set you free from your father and you can live here freely,� said the jeweler�s wife, holding a small bag of coins.
Mira looked into the bag to see many gold coins; she poured them out and counted all the coins to find that the bag contained 700 gold coins. Far more coins than my father ever saw or had. Mira looked up at them and spoke, �This many coins may set me free from his hold. I wanted nothing more than to be free from him.�
I took the bag and placed it in my pouch when my father arrived at the store and claimed me as his child. Practically dripping with fake concern about me and apologized for my laziness in their home. Both tried to object to that claim.
Mira whispered, �It�ll be okay, I�ll see you both very soon.�
Mira�s father strode towards their home and as soon as they got back into the house; his demeanor changed from the nice guy to the abusive man he was. Mira was thrown against the wall and was used as a punching bag for his punches. He yelled at her for being a complete waste of his breath. He stopped and ordered her to make dinner and hurry too. He sat down at the table and rapped his fingers on the wood.
Mira picked herself up off the ground and withdrew from her pouch - the bag. �How many coins would you need to have to set me free from your hold, father, where you can consider me dead to you and I can leave this house freed from being your daughter?�
�It depends, Mira...how many coins.� snapped her father.
�How about seven hundred gold coins?� said Mira.
�You would never have that many coins on you!� snapped her father angrily.
Mira walked over to him and dropped the bag in front of him. �Count it while I make my last dinner in this house. That is seven hundred gold coins.�
By the time, Mira finished dinner; her father had finished counting all the coins. Mira served them their meal and had packed a few things from her room and placed the bag by the door ready to leave when she was ready.
�Is that enough for me to buy my freedom from you?� asked Mira, standing by the door.
�Yes, but please have dinner with us one last time,� her father said, gently.
Mira looked at him with some slight hesitancy before she moved away from the door and sat down. Just as Mira reached for her bread, her father�s fist landed right in her face knocking her out cold.
�I woke up the next morning with a very sore jaw and I was in my own bed. My bag that I readied to pick up and go was now by the bed. I sat up to see my father glaring at me. He yelled at me to get off the bed and get breakfast ready. I told him do it yourself, I�m not a slave to you no more, I�m free to leave this house,� Mira stated.
�But you weren�t correct?� asked Legolas.
�Correct�.� said Mira.
�What do you mean free to leave this house?� asked her father, looking shocked. Her brother chuckled in the corner of the room but was quickly hushed by a glare from their father.
�I paid you seven hundred gold coins for my freedom last night!� snapped Mira.
�Mira, I got no money from you last night.� Her father lied to her. �You must have been imagining things.�
�Liar, I paid you! My brother saw the coins didn�t you?� asked Mira, turning to her brother.
�No, I didn�t see any coins, sister. You must have been imagining things.� Her brother chuckled.
I stared at them in shock disbelief. I had paid for my freedom and ended up back in slavery to my own family once again. I was slapped and whipped for my disobedience to my father. I wasn�t even allowed to leave the house without my older brother walking with me. For about two years, the watching lasted till I was fifteen years old. I started to run away almost each night and be gone for about three days before I got caught and returned to my family for more abuse,� spoke Mira, as she took a long draught of the wine that was in her goblet.
�You were free but he refused to let you go?� asked a shocked Elrohir.
�Yes. He refused to let me go. He refused. He got paid over seven hundred gold coins for my freedom and he refused to let me go. I spent several days when I finally turned 18 years old; plotting my escape when I realized that the only one who I could go to for help was the Steward of Gondor himself � Denethor,� Mira stated calmly.
I knew I couldn�t get inside the castle but I could see him if he rode through town ask him for his aid right there in the street. But my father found out that I was planning something so he beat me to the point where I was bad off. He left to go join the rest of the people to cheer their Steward through the streets that evening. I went there with blood still on my face from the beating. I convinced several people to charge towards the Steward and stop him from moving�
�My lord Denethor, please you must help me?� Mira pleaded with him as she placed her hand on his horse�s neck making him stop. �I�m in great need of your protection. My father is abusing me. I fear he may kill me. I paid him to set me free but he refused to let me go. Please help me?�
Denethor barely even glanced down at the young woman who was standing there pleading with him. �How old are you?�
�18�this been going on since I was five years old. I fear for my life.� Mira pleaded.
�I cannot help you,� said Denethor, dropping some gold in front of her and kicked his horse into moving.
�Are you that blind in not wanting to aid one of your own people and allow me to die by my own father�s hands? If I die, my blood will be also on your head as it will be on my father�s hands!� snapped Mira, as she watched him and his eldest ride off.
Mira didn�t care to even move out of the street when a hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. Mira turned with a very frightened look in her eyes to behold a raven haired man with kind but sad eyes; upon his chest was a white tree.
�Why do you ask my father for help?� he asked gently.
�Because he�s the only one I could think of to help me get away from my death at the hands of my father, sir. I fear for my life. I know if I stay I�ll die,� spoke Mira, looking up at him.
�Why haven�t you left?� he signaled his men to allow her to stay put as one approached her to move her away from him.
�Because my father puts bounties on my head for my return, he�s a bounty hunter and he knows how to get the other hunters to find me. There is no place in Gondor that I can hide for no more than three days before I am found and returned to the abuse,� spoke Mira, not knowing if he could help her or not.
�Then, you must�.� spoke the man.
�Mira! How dare you run off like that?!� hissed a man grabbing Mira�s arm tightly in his grasp.
�Father�.� Mira glanced up at the man.
Mira�s father followed her gaze and saw it was one of the men from the castle. �Sorry for her bothering you sir, she�s not right in the mind. Babbles about that something is wrong within the city.�
He watched as the man dragged the girl away but he didn�t get too far when the man overheard the girl�s father say, �You shall regret going to the Steward, Mira! You shall pay and pay dearly.�

As soon as she was flung into the house, her father went into a terrible rage at her. Not only was she trying to hide her body from his blows; it was his kick that was raining down on her. Mira could not withhold her screams now � she screamed for her very life as each kick and hit sent another loud scream from her lips.
Boom!
Boom!
The door was suddenly kicked in and a shadowed figure stood there�
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