Nothing is easy, nothing is impossible

Thirty long years passed.

For an elf it was a blink of an eye in his immortal life, but for Azrael they were the best years of his new life.

Atticus had become a young man and a dear friend.

The elf considered him to be on par with a child and their relationship had strengthened over time.

The boy had taught him French after improving him with a dead gladiator a few years earlier, and Thranduil had begun to take an interest in the many languages of men, realizing that the more he knew of it, the greater the advantage.

Those who had introduced him to new idioms had died, but the basis for learning to speak the new languages correctly was there, like gladiators who spoke them, and so knowledge of the elf had expanded.

Their lives had undergone a remarkable turning point. Whether positive or negative you had to wait to say it.

Their previous master had been assassinated and had no heirs, his estate was auctioned off.

This included them, too.

At the time they were in a cell, on a wagon. Heading to the place of sale.

"Si nous avions des pièces avec nous, je parierais que le prix qu'ils vous vendront sera d'au moins 100 pièces!" (If we had coins with us I would bet that the price at which they will sell you will be at least 100 coins!) Atticus said he loved betting.

"Mais nous ne les avons pas, alors essayez de vous calmer! Votre enthousiasme est hors de propos!" (But we don't have them, so be sure to calm down!

This enthusiasm of yours is misplaced!) Azrael complained.

Fortunately none of the other gladiators present spoke their idiom, so that they could have a modicum of privacy.

"J'ai une idée!" (I got an idea!) Atticus said.

"A doit? Tre mieux que "s'évader pendant l'enchère"!" (Must be better than "auction escape"!) complained about the elf. Your son's defect was irritating. He was stronger than him: he couldn't shut up!

"Vous avez dit que c'est un avantage de conna'tre plusieurs langues ......” (You said it's an advantage to know many languages......) continued the boy ignoring his father's black mood.

“Je le reconnais!" (I recognize it!) answered Azrael unstressed.

"Bien! Donc, si les humains croient que vous ne pouvez pas parler leur langue, ils parleront librement devant vous!" (Well! So if humans believe you can't speak their language they will speak freely in front of you!) revealed Atticus as if he had had an illumination.

"Et comment aurais-je obéi aux ordres dans le passé?" (And how would I obey orders in the past?) asked curious Azrael. It was a good idea. Those who had heard him speak the language of the Romans were almost all dead! Considering that in front of the plebs he had only fought and did not give speeches.

"Gr'ce à moi, j'étais traductrice et avant ..... de fouetter?" (Thanks to me that I was a translator and before..... lashes?). A great idea and a great advantage!

Although their future was still uncertain, this was a feature of gladiator life.

Such a sudden change could be beneficial or fatal.

He had learned the movements of every guard and every servant in those years, deciding not to act, but to wait for Atticus to be strong and experienced enough not to be killed during their escape......... and now all that work had faded before their eyes because of that poor man who had been their ex-master!

Once they reached the main square they were taken down to be led to the platform so that all the nobles could admire the goods.

Azrael was not surprised when he saw the large number of slaves for sale and almost all the glances pointed at him.

"Admire this never tamed beast! He killed more gladiators in his master's house than in the arena! He's an elf who lives because of the souls he takes over! How much do you offer for.... the angel of death?" The question answered a choir of concidental voices.

The elf sighed. It would have been a long day.



*



In the end, the buyer had been a Barahir. A poor success lanist, but he had the swoldest bag of the others. He had so many coins that besides him and Atticus had bought many other slaves, gladiators and servants.

They were all stuck on a wagon and started the journey.

Like most of the buyers, Barahir wasn't originally from that small town. He had moved on to the news that “the angel of death” was put on sale.

He came from a port town called Napoli.

Laughter drew the attention of the elf. Two girls were talking and laughing at each other. They were the only ones in good mood on the wagon!

"What are you laughing at? I could have married him and lived in our house forever! Instead he decides to pay his own freedom and go to die in a brothel!” The brunette was like, "Of course you choose these imaginary boyfriends." Did he ever talk to you or just look at you? He could have been an asshole or just a violent one! I think it's better how it went!" The blackberry replied, "Thank you are always adored friend, guide of my steps and........ unso required life breaker!" He commented on the first.

Atticus laughed, attracting the attention of the two young women.

"He was laughing at you!" Said the brown, "That's not true! You were the last one to speak!" she defended the other.

"I am Atticus and I laughed at the conversation not of one of you in particular!" He tried to recover the situation.

“I'm Sara, while my friend forgets about good manners is Hanna!" Said the blackberry.

"Where are you from?" Atticus asked "That's a good question!" Hanna answered, crossing her arms to her chest, "Where are you from?" "I’m from a land near the Rhone River!" Atticus said.

"And.... you?" Sara asked the elf who sat next to the boy they were conversing with and who paid attention to the conversation.

He stared at her and Sara felt helpless. It was as if she could read her soul with those Lapis lazuli that she found herself in place of the eyes.....

"And where did this come from?" wondered the girl mentally. Especially because his eyes were more like aquamarine since they were of a wonderful clear celestial.

"He doesn't speak your language!" Atticus intervened, realizing with a glance that Azrael was not bothered, in fact, he seemed amused, which was even stranger.

Few things could attract the elf's attention as if in his millennial life he had already seen it all!..... Likely!

"And you'd be so kind from...." began Sara to be interrupted "Translate!" From Hanna.

Atticus laughed nodding "D'où venez-vous?" (Where do you come from?) he asked his father, acknowledging that since he had met him, it had never occurred to him to ask him such a question.

"Ce n'est pas leur affaire!"(It's none of their business!) answered annoyed the elf, stiffening.

The boy was surprised at his father's reaction. He didn't seem to want to remember. and maybe he wasn't wrong. He had no memory of his life before slavery because he had been too small for memories to take root, while his father surely remembered everything as if it had happened yesterday!

"He said he won't tell you!" He translated "Maleducated!" for the girls. Answered the most reckless "If my question has offended him I apologize!" Sara said, looking at the elf in fear.

"I don't think so, it takes much more to make him angry!" He calmed her down.

"If I forced him to dance the samba, would I be able to undermine that crazy self-control he has, on every movement he makes?" Hannah asked seriously and then self-criticized with a "I did the rhyme! I would say it wasn't really a rhyme..... what's called that rhetorical figure....?"

"But that....." Sara was interrupted by the sound of a heavy door being opened.

They had arrived.



*



Seeing the luxurious villa where their master lived it had become apparent that Barahir had to have a very interesting story behind him.

A mere lanista could never have afforded all that!

They were immediately divided and Azrael was astonished when he found himself in a small room made of stone walls and furnished better than he had ever seen.

There were bars at the door, however, only at the top, and being almost all wooden, they gave him more privacy than he had ever had!

Looking out from the bars he saw that all the cells were made like this and did not be surprised by the multitude of corridors present.

“Azrael?" Atticus’ voice made him realize that he was in the cell next to his “C'était quelque peu inatendu!”(This is quite unexpected!) the elf said to refer to the improvement of their situation.

“Pas autant que ces filles!”(Not as much as those girls!) answered Atticus smiling at the thought of the two exuberant young.

“Je crois qu'ils cachent plus qu'ils ne disent! C'est la première fois que vous vous vous souciez des femelles de votre race!” (I think they hide more than they say! This is the first time you've ever cared about the females of your kind!) said the elf sure he was right and curious to see how his son would react to his provocation.

“Bien súr! Les elfes femelles ne sont pas there! Je dois être satisfait!”(Of course! The female elves are not here! I have to settle!) tried to joke Atticus.

“Ne change pas de sujet!”(Don't change the subject!) Azrael took it back. Humans ignorance was incredible!

“Je suis parfaite pertinent!”(I'm perfectly relevant!) Atticus tried to defend himself.

They couldn't say anything but a shame stopped the peace of that beautiful evening.

That noise was a 6'2" girl with brown hair named Hanna.

"No! Please, no! Let me go!" She was desperate to scream the poor woman while the guards dragged her without any cure.

“Nous devons vous aider!”(We must help her!) said Atticus that he couldn't see Azrael that he had comfortably lay down on his new bed and he had a great deal of it.

“Bonne chance!”(Good luck!) says the elf. Even though the stone walls could feel good only because Atticus had glued to bars with his face.

“Tu dois m'aider!”(You have to help me!) his son begged him.

“Je n'y thought même pas!” (I don't think so!) resolute answers Azrael.

“Vous ne vous souciez pas problemes des autres, même avec vos semblables?”(Did you get into other people's problems with your own people?) he tried to push him the young “N'ose pas me parler de cette façon! Et ne les mentionnez plus!”(Don't you dare talk to me like that! And don't mention them again!) threw the elf reminding him that talking about certain things was a serious mistake, only because of the tone of his voice.

“S'il te plait!”(Please!) insisted his son as stubborn as his father, maybe more.

“Tu sais ce qu'ils veulent he fail?” (Do you know what they want to do to her?) asked Azrael uninterested.

“Non, corn je m'en chiche!”(No, but I don't care!) answer stubborn Atticus.

“Vous voulez avoir des ennuis sur le coup de tête d'une petite fille?”(Do you wish to get in trouble for a child's whim?) asked the elf. That girl had shown her character and she didn't seem to be used to that standard of living. As a slave. It wouldn't have surprised him to find out that he was being a rebel for a simple nonsense.....

“Aidez-la! Tu me dois un 'pas de questions posées', tu te souviens?”(Help her! You owe me a “without asking questions”, remember?) said in the end Atticus, referring to an episode that happened earlier.

“Tu te souviens que je n'oublie pas?"(Remember I don't forget?) asked Azrael to be embarrassed in remembering the unfortunate situation he had found himself in. Many gladiators would have enjoyed having six girls in their cell, but he didn't!

And Atticus was more than grateful to take away that unwanted gift from them by paying a guard to get the girls moved to his cell.

Then he talked about the “without asking questions” but the elf had understood very well what it meant only afterwards, regretting that he had accepted!

“Bien súr!” (Of course!) his son replied knowing that he was in serious trouble but having fun the same since he had managed to win.

"Soyez assurés que je vous ferai payer!" (Rest assured I'll make you pay!) promised the elf before getting out of that bed all too comfortably.

"Je me's you'll inquite le moment venu!" (I'll worry when the time comes!) answered the young man trying to seem safe and casual but feeling the worry already begin to grow within him.

"Vous les humains, vous ? Tes juste bizarres!" (You humans are just weird!) Azrael commented before taking a short run, spinning in the air and kicking the goal. On the first attempt she did not give in, but when she was hit a second time she opened up by slamming into the wall with a great din.

The guards were immediately on him, but for Azrael it was a walk to land them and kill them. It was enough for him to follow the sound of screams to find himself in front of a horrible scene: the guards were trying to rape the.... Hanna!

There was a moment of stalemate as soon as they realized that he was outside the cell, but it lasted a moment and those men also died before they could feel fear.

"I-I didn't need h-help!" She tried to protest the girl and stammered, revealing how shocked she was about the incident.

Azrael tried not to laugh and the fun passed as soon as he heard the voices and footsteps of other men descending the stairs. As a start there was no harm! Barahir would soon realize that he was different!



*



"Why do you think he helped you?" asked Sara to look at the elf unconscious with curiosity “Why Atticus asked him to do it! We have just spoken to him!" Her friend reminded her.

“Yes, I know that. But why? He could have refused!" He punctualized the brunette.

“Indeed, he is not famous for getting along with humans! He either went mad or he wanted to get himself killed." Said Hanna. “That does not change much. Only a fool would seek death!" Sara answered.

"Are you sure? A life like this must not be easy....” “Do you think it comes from Middle Earth?" Sara asked her, "Ask him!" The friend answered.

“Not even dead! I'm not paying! You will....” “I understand!” Hanna broke it off.

They had both locked up together with the elf. They were without chains, and he had them tied to his wrists. I'm going to support them in case he woke up.

“We could not end up in a fantasy movie? No! We are in the past without the slightest chance of using technology to get home!” Hanna complained.

“But elves are imaginary creatures! Besides, I don't think technology could help us. Maybe Gandalf! Magic seems more appropriate for our situation.” She thought about her friend.

"By fantasy I did not mean fairy creatures! But superheroes! We could have gotten together with superpowers! That would have been so cool! But the most interesting thing here is to see half-naked men trying to kill themselves!" protested Hanna.

"And they speak Latin!" Sara specialised “And there is no Coke!” The friend “E does not exist” I shall observe the brunette “Not even Instagram!” costed the brunette “Or Facebook!” ended the other one.

“Think of how many like we could have achieved.” Hanna said to turn her attention to the elf again and pointing it with a hand “Meeting with the great ruler of Bleak Wood!” “It is Mirkwood!” The friend “Whatever! The important thing is to understand each other!” Hanna said, "And I doubt he's Lee Pece! I read that the elf has a terrible character!” Said Sara.

The girl approached Azrael kneeling next to him. The elf was lying on the side and slow and regular breathing, it was clear that he was unconscious.

“Do you want to worship him for much longer?” asked Hanna to have a good time with the lovely look that her friend addressed to the elf.

"No!" rested embarrassed Sara by falling on the ground, "Right! You like Legolas!” Running the friend “Shut up!” I'll whisper the brunette by looking at the elf worried.

“I do not think he will wake up soon! They have done him with the holidays!” Hanna said to refer to the numerous bruises on her face, head and body probably. Luckily clothes kept from finding it. You could have said that Thranduil was the most puedient gladiator in ancient Rome!

"Right!" Exclaimed Sara “What?” asked the other one, "You have a crush on Aragon! Normal you care about him!” Said the brunette.

"No! My favorite character is another one!” Hanna specify “Bilbo?” tried Sara

“He is an old man who is decrepit”. Said the friend “Elrond?” The friend tried again, "He's old too!" insisted the brunette! “Ancient! There is a great difference!” Sara pointed out to her “And then depends on the time at which they are. Bilbo may not have left with the company yet! Or he might not be born yet! Unfortunately, it is not easy to understand how old he is, just by looking at him!" she found it.

“So you say that the prophecy of the end of the era, the second darkness and the happy ending that Elrond cannot see may not yet have been pronounced?” asked Hanna for a fool.

"Ask me questions I cannot answer." She defended her friend.

Meanwhile, Hanna had approached the elf, and she was watching him curious.

“Is it good?” Sara asked, "Go easy! Legolas could become jealous!” The girl laughed at her.

"Look at this strength! The ears are so funny!" "Watch out!" set Hanna to her friend as soon as she realized that when she looked closer, she had hit the elf's shoulder with hers, and that the latter rolled, lying on her back.

The girls held their breath fearing to wake him, but a few seconds passed a sigh of relief. It is a pity that the elf also sighed deeply by making them shake.

"I can hide you that a magician has taken me from my stomach, who comes right to my heart." Sara said ahe tried to keep the tone of his voice.

"Stop it!" The friend took it back.



*



It's been a week. From what he heard, Atticus could say that the two girls had been very lucky. Not only were they saved, but now they were serving the mistress.

It turned out that, apparently, one of the guards who attacked Hanna was the mistress's mistress and she decided to keep them for revenge. Two buds not yet in flower were considered very rare!

His father had already recovered from the reservoir welcome and now they were training with the whip sounds in his ears.

Fortunately, despite the thousands of thoughts that crowded his mind, Azrael could follow training, enough for his son to suspect nothing.

Days earlier he woke up in the cell and felt the girls were there. They wouldn't shut up and he had to make a huge effort to avoid reacting when they mentioned Gandalf and his woods!

They knew who he was and knew he had a son!

But the most shocking thing was they knew about Lord Elrond's prediction! They couldn't be spies! They were too young and naive!

And besides, when they talked about Middle Earth, they seemed like two girls telling each other a story.

They said everything and nothing!

And he was sure they knew a lot more about him and the people of Arda!

He would have found out their secrets! For the safety of Middle Earth!

Atticus's wooden sword passed terribly close to his face and Azrael decided he had enough. With the wooden shield, he managed to disarm the opponent and then rotate on himself before he hit Atticus with his training sword.

The poor man moans down on his knees, but the sad expression lasted little on his face before a gaze of challenge painted himself in his face.

His father had been merciful with little revenge! Not enough to hold him off, but no one gets satisfied with it, so he didn't complain! Azrael seemed more upset than usual and asked why. His father was his fate, or the Elves who were caught with him and had never heard of.

In the end, Atticus decided not to think about it, his father would soon confide himself or curiosity would help him shed light on everything!

Notes:

I was planning on putting the two best friends in the first place!
And I must confess, I had a great time writing dialogue!
Let me know what you think!
Have a good day,
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