Nothing is easy, nothing is impossible

She could say with absolute certainty that he preferred the previous life.

Hanna didn't have a spare moment!

While previously he often found himself in Azrael's cell arguing, or rather, chatting with Sara, now, if he did not have to clean the house, which was not immense compared to the previous one, she was at the mistress's side!

Or she was forced to entertain guests by dancing what she called "belly dance"!

The clothing was very .... hot! Too much for your taste!

Furthermore, she was more of a modern dance and was bored to death with the slow movements characteristic of the other!

As if that wasn't enough, they hadn't been able to see Azrael, Atticus or Milo once! And a month had passed!

Fortunately, the elf fully agreed with her! Rare event! At least that was what she said! A shouting had told her that Azrael was indomitable to such an extent that he wasn't even released to train with the other gladiators!

He had been kept in chains since their arrival! Hanna knew he had to show himself aggressive in order to be classified dangerous to be respected.

So it worked in that crazy cage! ... But the fact that her unpredictability had suddenly increased and so long gave her thought.

Why did it act that way?

She was very upset as soon as she learned that they had locked him up and that they kept holding him in chains. Once he got to know him better, he had confided that the first master he had been a slave to had kept him in the dark for years! He didn't want it to happen again!

Not if she could do or say anything about it!

With these good intentions it was directed by the master Quintus Lentulus Batiatus. She had asked to speak to him three weeks ago and had not deigned to receive her, so it was up to her to remind him of his manners!

"I can say I know you very well!" Sara made her jump.

"What do you want?" Hanna asked, guessing on the answer “Since we should be cleaning the tub, I guessed that you were fed up! So I decided to risk my skin with you!” The friend answered, not worried at all.

“What a thoughtful! Thanks Mom!" Hanna said hastily.

Maybe they counted a little too much in Azrael's protection! He would find out once he reached the master!



*



“How do you think you can tame it? In five hundred years no one has ever succeeded!" Lucretia said.

“If you put him to fight with yours, we risk killing them too!" Gaia said, a dear friend of their host, with an out of place enthusiasm. Lucretia smiled, her friend was radiant and positive despite the uncomfortable situation!

What would he have done without his constant support !?

“Has anyone ever done it? I'll be the first then!" Quintus said heading towards the gym.

But his words did not reflect the thought! In a month the situation had not changed!

If he wanted to climb the social ladder, the first thing to do was to become the greatest lanista in the Republic and he could not allow the Angel of death to get out of hand!

Once under he went to talk to the Doctore "What do you think of the legend?" He asked impatiently for his opinion.

“It is unpredictable and too dangerous! I don't want it among my men!" The Doctore replied with conviction.

"Look, we have a problem, but I don't want to be like everyone else who just took off the leash and then put it back in the cage as if it were a wild beast!" Quintus said annoyed "But it's a wild beast!" The Doctore insisted.

"Yes, and we will be the first to tame it! There must be a connection point! He is an elf, but there must be something to bend him! If we managed to obtain his obedience we would have the most powerful legend in the whole Republic in our hands!" The master insisted “Take it to me! In chains with you and three of the best men! I will discover his secret!" Quintus said finally before going back up.

Oenomaus, Barca and Gannicus entered after Azrael surrounded by guards and in chains.

Quintus got up from his seat and although hesitantly, he approached him.

The Master flanked his master with tense nerves, ready to defend him at any moment.

He was aware of the tremendous risk they were taking!

He had grown up with stories and legends about him! And in no time he had ascertained its truthfulness: he was a creature who possessed only the instinct to kill! "You are a legend! But before becoming one, I am sure you were leading a peaceful life! I can help you find your family if you obey my orders in return and call me master!" Batiatus said.

The elf remained motionless, more than a statue, unwilling to respond.

The look and pride that emanated were enough to make everyone present tremble. "The owner's offer is very generous. Reply!" The Doctore said nervously.

Azrael glared at him then returned attention to the master.

Barca hit him with a stick at his side and this was enough to trigger him.

The master stood between the master and the elf in a protective manner, while the other gladiators uncovered their threatening weapons.

A good start is nothing to say!

But the chains only allowed him to fidget as his jailers increased their grip on them by forcing him to his knees. Azrael growled.

Where were Hanna and Sara? What had he done to them?



*



The following morning the master and master had summoned Atticus.

Both he and the boy had been kept in chains along with the problem.

The master had realized that they were the only ones who could calm him down and be obeyed during his anger!

"Do you know Azrael well?" Batiatus asked.

“Yes sir. Since I was a boy. It was he who taught me to fight, it is thanks to him that I survived for so long and became a champion!” The respondent answered.

"Besides you, has he ever shown affection or interest in someone else?" Asked the master.

"Yes!" With that statement he attracted the full attention of his interlocutors.

“They are called Hanna and Sara. They are at the service of the mistress. As far as I know Azrael cares about them more than anything else. Treat them well and make sure they can talk to each other frequently and he will obey any of your orders!" Explained Atticus.

Once the gladiator was out Lucretia emerged from his hiding place "The slave tells the truth!" She stated with conviction.

"What do you mean?" The husband asked suspiciously.

"Yesterday the two slaves in question abandoned their duties ..... a clumsy attempt to try to talk to you!" Gaia told that it was the shadow of her friend.

“As a punishment they fasted. Now that I know how precious they are, I can say I am relieved that I have not given them more severe punishment! " Lucretia said with satisfaction.

A week passed.

Azrael had always remained locked in his cell in chains. He noted with disappointment that Atticus and Milo would not be able to endure that situation much longer! They were increasingly impatient and the stress was far too much!!

But the fact that they brought them more to eat than usual, that is, a whole loaf instead of a tiny piece, made him understand that the new master had something in mind.

He did not refuse food. If they had made him fight he had to be in force to survive.

He kept thinking about the two girls.

Their behavior had always been the same, but from what he could understand, Batiatus was very different from Barahir!

They could have gotten into serious trouble with a wrong word! And the Romans do not easily forgive. Even the smallest skirmish!

Lucretia looked at the precious booty with interest.

Azrael's two women were in front of her. One had long dark hair, while the other had curly and dark brown hair.

They had shown themselves very capable and useful! "What's your name?" Lucretia asked "I am Sara!" The brunette replied "My name is Hanna!" Said the hedgehog.

"Do you know Azrael?" Quintus asked. "Yes, he is our friend!" Hanna replied. "This is a good news!" The Doctore who had just arrived said.

"Master, he is ready!" Quintus smiled and went to the gym followed by the Doctore and the two girls.

Thranduil rose abruptly when the door of his cell was opened. He couldn't believe his eyes! What were they doing there?!

Hanna was the first to run up to him and hug him, closely followed by Sara.

Atticus and Milo wasted no time, kneeling in front of the master, but smiling in the direction of the two girls.

"Well! I love seeing these family reunions!” The master said with dark satisfaction.

“If you fight and win for me, calling me master, I promise you that they will be treated in every respect. I will not let anyone else touch them except you and I will allow you to meet them once a week!" Fifth said impatiently to find out if the plan had worked. Azrael broke away from the girls and looked badly at both the Master and the master. Hannah stepped between them.

"Accept! I am sure that we will have a great time here! Melitta is a servant who has been working in this house for many years and has been very welcoming and caring!" Sara joined her friend "Then the gladiators here seem more civilized!".

Shit! Azrael would have understood that they were lying!

But it was better to be seen faithful and obedient instead of unpredictable and aggressive, Sara was firmly convinced of this! Eventually the elf gave in.

The only thing he had hoped for in those years was to keep them safe and this seemed an opportunity not to be missed.

Azrael knelt in front of the two men, his back ached from shame ..... then raised his head "Si je les connais en sécurité, je vous obéirai! J'exécuterai vos commandes ........ principales! "(If I know them safe, I will obey you! I will carry out your every order .... master!) Said Azrael.

"He said that if you treat us well, accept!" Sara translated "And ask if we can see each other more often!" Hanna added.

The girls had learned French so well that they looked like Parisian towns!

And that was why Sara took a quick look at her friend ..... to make her understand not to get too big!

Quintus laughed “Well, you will be satisfied. Now go and train! And listen carefully to the indications of the Master!" He said before going out followed by Hanna and Sara.



*



Gannicus was in a good mood even if Melitta, the wife of Oenomaus, threatened to spoil him by fear of tragedies before they happened!

"Gannicus!" A voice alarmed him and he found himself nailing the Gaul to the wall Crixus. The recruit had taken a little too much freedom.

"Don't ever surprise me from behind!" He warned him before loosening his hold.

"I'm sorry! Do you have any suggestions for a simple recruit?” Crixus asked, however he seemed to be affected by the other's forearm pressed on his throat.

"Follow the instructions of Oenomaus and you will get the brand, until then, you have to stay away from me!" He snarled before releasing.

He was surprised to see Oenomaus himself, to join them at that moment. He seemed amused by his behavior, but tried to ignore it.

"I don't just want to get the brand, I want to become a champion!" Crixus said panting.

"There is only one way to become champions ........" Gannicus began to answer but stopped when he saw Azrael come out at the end of the corridor "....... don't let anyone beat you!".

Crixus also noticed the elf's presence and wisely decided to go back to the cell.

The angel of death advanced, probably headed for the bathrooms.

Gannicus had the courage to observe it thoroughly.

He hadn't had a chance to do it well since he'd been in chains in a cramped cell since he'd arrived.

But now he understood what the other gladiators meant when he heard them talk about the legend.

The elf was truly imposing, both in height and in physical constitution.

His bearing was both graceful and threatening at the same time, as if his incredible strength shone through with the slightest movement. Not only that given by muscles! But the thing that struck him most was his eyes.

Icy and at the same time deep, as if they could perceive even the smallest of its secrets! Azrael didn't break eye contact until she passed him.

Gannicus was smart enough not to dare challenge him, not even with the most harmless of gestures.

“It's chilling! I didn't feel so helpless even with Teocoles!" Oenomaus said watching the elf disappear behind the curve that led to the bathrooms.

“And we're just watching it! Think if we had to face it on the sand!" Gannicus said he could not take his eyes off the spot where the elf was gone.

"Gannicus, the great champion of capua, do the knees tremble in the presence of the angel of death?" Oenomaus mocked him. Even if he could say he wasn't the only one. Even the Master was afraid of it! And he, with the gladiators, had years of experience behind him!

"Only a fool would not be afraid!" The friend admitted, giving the other a worried look. "I'm afraid I have to give you reason!" Oenomaus answered.

That elf didn't do anything good!



*



A few days passed.

“Thank you for listening to us, especially because I saw how humiliating it was for you! Now things are much better!" Hanna said sitting down on the bed in Azrael's cell next to him.

"Where's Sara?" He asked, surprised not to see her arguing with her friend.

“She went to Atticus! Having no more communicating cells, he said he feared he would feel alone! Watch! If he wanted to try, just say it!" Hanna complained.

The elf stiffened. Apparently the girl hadn't sensed Sara's true intentions, instead he did. He would find a way to thank her later.

"Sara confided to me that she would have liked to become a doctor in your world!" The speech began. He had to feel the ground.

"Yes, and I ...... I wanted to learn how to build ... houses!" Everything he took for granted was much more difficult to explain here!

"Isn't that a job just for men?" Azrael asked curiously.

From the few descriptions received he had been able to ascertain that things were very different from them!

“Yes, but who thinks about the project? You have to have in mind what you want to build otherwise something horrible will come out!" Hanna replied before emptying the glass of water in one sip.

“The heat is unbearable! And to think that we are almost half naked all the time!" He observed.

"Why are you always attacking me when I come to the villa?" He asked wanting to understand the reason for that strange behavior.

At the beginning she had always been at the side of the mistress, but lately she and Sara became his shadow every time he was summoned.

Both privately and during extravagant parties. But not to speak, they ignored him by staying at one palm from the nose, talking among themselves!

“Maybe because we don't see each other often compared to before? But do you use the brain from time to time?" She asked annoyed.

“If this is your motivation, I would ask you to stop. They will struggle to believe that I am heartless if I allow a stupid girl to stand between me!” The elf disappointed and offended said that he had eluded his question with such insolence.

"Stupid? Is this how you see my friendship with Sara? Or are you just jealous because we don't involve you?" She asked feeling hurt

"Well! I bow before his majesty and promise that I will respect your will! But if someone jumps on me, the fault will be entirely yours!" Snarled Hanna growled, getting up abruptly and making an awkward bow.

"Did something happen?" Asked the elf whose anger had dissipated under sudden concern.

“Would it make a difference? The master said that if you rebel he will whip you!" She tried to scare him.

"Tell me!" He hated when he completely changed the subject!

“Open well those antennas that you have in place of your ears: I am doing very well on my own! I am a woman and even if making me think I am your lover all over the world made me stand up, it does not mean that I could not have done it without you!" Hanna said showing an unusual boldness.

"You are scared! You are terrified! What happened?" He insisted.

“They are my cabbages!" She screamed impatiently.

"You informed me! Now these "cabbages" concern me too!" Azrael replied using her colorful terminology. Hanna gave an exasperated verse.

How unbearable he and his stubbornness were!

But are we sure that some of his ancestors had not secretly mated with a dwarf?

"If that's the case, then tell me what they did to you during the first years of captivity!" Azrael stiffened suddenly.

The memories, those memories that had never left him, returned like a hurricane. He looked at her angrily. He asked her never to ask him and now she was using that weakness of hers against him.

He could not have won it!

“I know they didn't just keep you in the dark and in chains! "You made me aware" and if I have to obey, I would appreciate that you received the same treatment to prove how it feels!" She explained with a satisfied smile on her face.

"My experiences cannot be compared to yours!" The elf growled.

But Hanna was not intimidated.

"And what do you know? You do not know anything! You don't know what I went through! Nothing in my life, yet you're ready to preach to me!" She screamed furiously putting her hands on her hips threateningly.

“I don't want to know about your past life! But of the present one! If you don't tell me what's going on, I can't protect you!" He replied, feeling anger rise inside him like a stormy sea.

"Who said I want your protection?" She asked offended.

"Your actions!" He pointed out.

"You misunderstood! You can't understand what's going on in the head of a stupid girl! Even with thousands of years of life behind you! And to think that until recently I was convinced that with old age we became wiser!" Hanna said with mock disappointment. "Are you afraid! I can see the fear in your eyes! Don't push me away! If you do, you are denying protection not only to yourself but also to Sara!" Azrael said in a cold and accusatory voice.

"Leave her alone! It does not matter! This is a discussion between you and me! If I don't want your useless protection it doesn't mean that she shares my thoughts!" Hanna screamed, stepping on the pitcher and throwing it against the wall.

Could not .... should not hit him! It would go from reason to wrong in less than a minute! But he shouldn't have allowed Sara to get in the way!

Azrael smiled mockingly.

Cornering her was the only way to make her give way!

Hanna saw him right away and weighed the next words he would use well, he couldn't let him win!

"You say I'm afraid?" Hanna asked furiously.

"Well, if my actions show the fear I feel, yours is as if I had hung a sign on the edge of the kingdom of Mirkood with the words “I am a cowardly fairy creature! "...." the girl continued gesturing as if he had been deaf "..... since you have locked yourself in a bunker as if the atomic bomb was imminent! Lightning news: it doesn't exist yet!" "You're saying nonsense!" He pointed them out.

"Instead they make sense! It is you who are late to understand! And then why does everything have to make sense? Why can't it be confused and messy instead of forcing itself to be the opposite ?!" She snapped.

"Does love have to make sense?" Hanna asked, leaving him speechless.

He was silent waiting for her to continue.

The girl was panting, perhaps from too much gesticulation or screaming, and looked on the ground in terror, as if she could not understand having asked that question.

Yet she was sober!

Usually it was alcohol that loosened her tongue!

Everyone is responsible for their actions!

Who is the cause of his ill cry himself! He could use all idioms, but now the omelette was done! She therefore decided to complete that madness by launching himself in a rocket.

"I ..... I feel different when I'm with you! But in a good way! I feel at home, even though I'm probably a thousand miles away!" She said sincerely looking him straight in the eye. Thranduil smiled.

But there was no mockery in his expression this time.

“I'm not the one who makes you feel these emotions! It is you who in these years have shown yourself who you really are. A strong and tenacious woman who manages not to get knocked down even when everything seems against you!" Thranduil said welcoming her into his arms when she sat on his knees.

"You taught me that!" She replied sinking into that embrace and putting her face in the hollow of her neck.

She had missed her! Cabbage had missed her!

That sense of security and protection felt when she was a child, when her mother hugged her, or when her father pulled her up to show her that he was the rock he could always lean on!

"It's not something you can teach!" The elf took it.

Hanna pulled away from him to look him straight in the eye "I love you!" And he felt filled with joy and euphoria when he said those two simply wonderful words!

He was finally home!

He tried his lips and they exchanged a passionate kiss until they had to come away in order to breathe.

Hanna laughed like a fool, Thranduil laughed as well, falling back on the bed with her on top.

Her laugh was beautiful! Deep and articulated. Perfect!

Something that fans of the movie "The Hobbit" dreamed of!

Hanna straddled him trying again to contact her lips. His hands, gentle but strong, caressed his body making them feel an unknown fire inside him that grew rapidly and impetuously!

The girl knew what was about to happen, but she was not afraid, no more!



*



It can be born anywhere

Even where you don't expect

Where you wouldn't have said it

Where you wouldn't look for it



It was unfortunate that Sara did not possess her own singing talent.

The fact that he managed to hit the melody of some sentences was pure luck!

In this way Francesca Michelin could have heard the discordance even from a world away!

"How to ruin a wonderful song!"Hanna thought before deciding to cut it.



It can grow on earth

Where the sun does not reach

He opens the fist of one hand

Change the meaning of words



Love doesn't make sense

Love has no name

Love bathes the eyes

Love warms the heart

Love chatts its teeth

Love is not right



"Ouch! What a bad dog! But what need was there! If you don't like the song then change playlist!" Sara protested massaging her arm on the injured point, where the sandal had struck mercilessly.

“Don't you think you overdo it a little bit? If you act like that now what will you do when I get married?" Hanna asked amused.

She really missed listening to the songs of their world and trying to sing them together with her dear friend out of tune! Pure fun!

"Are you going to get married?" That question made her forget homesickness instantly!

"Bad choice of words!" She mentally recovered.

“I claim to be the number one witness! You choose number two! But remember, it can't be Attic. Cabbage! Since he considers him as a son ....... it means that you have already become a mother!" Sara said with so much joy that she was moved.

"But if he's older than me!" Hanna pointed out.

"But you did some brainwashing!" The other reminded her.

"Yes, but because they are a first-rate nuisance, not for maternal duty!" Specified her friend. Curse!

"The intentions were not those, but in the light of the new events everything changes hopelessly!" Sara found.

They left the slave room in a hurry, only to stop the race in front of a stranger. An old man with a fierce look.

"And who are you two?" Asked the man in question.

The two girls lowered their heads in respect. Everything about him shouted that he was not an ordinary person, his tone of voice, his bearing, his clothes ...

“My name is Sara, while she is Hanna. We are Azrael's lovers!" The girl replied keeping her eyes glued on the marble slabs.

If he hadn't, he could have fully enjoyed the terrified expression on the face of the poor old man who managed to recover rather quickly.

"Forgive me! They hadn't told me anything about your presence! I can say that I am happy to meet you and impressed to know that the wild beast let himself be approached, even if by two beautiful girls like you!" The man said, showing himself much more courteous than his master.

"Don't call it that!" Hanna burst like a firecracker.

Sara, after growing old suddenly, but not having suffered in the least thanks to her immortality, tried to stem the damage “I know you find it hard to believe sir, but that's not what everyone thinks! We are very fond of him!" She said lowering her head, hoping that Hanna had the good sense to do the same.

"You are faithful to him! In life you never stop being amazed!" The elder said with a big laugh.

"Where's my son?" This question sent them into total confusion. "Son?" Asked Hanna lost "But who are you?" Sara asked even if observing him well she realized that the stranger was all too familiar!

“I'm Titus Lentulus Batiatus, head of this gladiator school! Could it be that you haven't heard of me?" The man asked, both impressed and outraged.

The girls were unable to stop their jaws from abandoning themselves to the force of gravity, staring at him like two idiots.

The first to recover was Sara "Excuse me very much ... master! I know where he is .... his son! Follow me!" She said before turning and starting to walk.

"And where are you going?" The voice of the ... new master made her turn. He had turned to Hanna who feared he had disrespected him.

"A .... cleaning the floors!" The girl replied lowering her head and expecting a rebuke worthy of what her master's son had sometimes thrown at her.

"No, come with me! Quintus has a lot to explain! " He said before inciting Sara to lead him.

They arrived near a bed with the canopy from which inappropriate sounds came.

I mean, they were in the middle of the hall, hell!

Titus didn't think much about it and flipped the curtains aside.

Hanna and Sara looked at each other to divert attention from that inappropriate scene and try to warn each other that this was not the right time to laugh.

Quintus, Lucretia and Gaia were celebrating big time, having managed to place their man in the final challenge, during the upcoming games to wish the construction of the new arena.

"But why do I always find myself making the third inconvenient!" Sara thought flaming with shame.

Even if there were three of them, the occupants of the bed had to call themselves fourth!



*



“I saw that you bought many men in my absence!" Titus said studying the reaction of his son.

“Yes, and most of them have been very promising! By following your teachings this school has thrived! " Quintus replied flattering him.

"The wrath of a powerful man is not an auspicious one!" The father warned him.

He knew well that it had provoked the anger of Tullius, a skilled and respected businessman who had invested money for the construction of the new Capua Arena. His son had refused to buy his gladiator because he believed he was the champion of their home ..... but besides that, there was something else that troubled the thoughts of the poor lanista.

“Not even that beast whose name I saw! Why didn't you pay for it? Its value at least corresponds to a fortune!" Titus asked impatiently.

"Azrael ........." the son began to say hesitating "..... I ... I won the game!" He admitted knowing full well what the reaction would be.

"You sully the good name of the Batiatus house!" The father accused him.

“I raise it to peaks never reached!" Quintus protested.

“By provoking influential men and taking charge of such a despicable being that he could kill you right away? You are crazy! Either keep it in chains or I'll take care of the problem!" Titus said furiously.

"Solonius confided to me that he saw him train with others! That's why I'm back! He can destroy us and I won't let that happen!" The father said when the son looked at him bewildered after his question.

"Solonius?!" Quintus thought terrified.

Already the relationship with the father was not idyllic, now he also took his friend summoning his father to Capua just to give him other headaches?

Quintus went injured. Although the fear of his father was normal. He himself felt terrified when he summoned him long ago. But he was not a fool as he believed!

"Bring him!" He ordered a servant.

Titus had sat down to rest and was not happy when he saw him arrive.

"Have my orders been executed?" He asked "Yes, father!" Quintus replied, indicating two gladiators who held a third in chains.

"Are you out of your mind?" The father shouted as soon as he recognized the angel of death.

"You said put him in chains! So I did, father. Go!" He said to the two gladiators and they, after fixing the chains on the ground, did as they were told.

"I learned about him! I understood what his heart desires. So I could tame it! You can get closer if you wish!" Quintus said sitting on a chair as if it had been his throne.

Titus remained seated, fear replaced by curiosity.

Azrael looked at the old man. Those eyes lacked the son's arrogance and greed.

"I can't believe this is the same elf I saw in action when I was still a kid!" Titus said incredulously.

Both Azrael and his son gave him a questioning look.

“He was still considered an animal then! They had put an iron collar on his neck and only untied the chain when he was to kill. It was thrilling for the crowd to see how ferociously and cruelly he killed his victims ... instead now he acts like a faithful servant! How did you manage, my son, to tame it?" He asked, looking suspiciously at the elf.

"Is simple! I gave him back his women, who now live here in the service of my wife. And I promised to treat them in every respect in exchange for his obedience!” Quintus said trying to calm his father and not missing an opportunity to brag.

"Obedience and loyalty are very different! Keep it in mind Quintus! I would never have bought it, despite all its fame! It's a decision that will backfire on you, as always!” The paters familia said before retiring.

"Bring him down!" Quintus said with a note of bitterness in his voice.



*



The training proved to be much more pleasant than expected, but only because their companions were half socks!

Every whiplash of Oenomaus signaled that he changed his attacking position, and the recruits were placed side by side in front of him to show what he required.

The Doctore had died the night before. In an uncontrolled rage attack he attacked Oenomaus and ended up being killed.

And now they had a new teacher.

Insecure, inexperienced and who was not yet respected!

"Azrael, paired with Dagan!" Said the master. A Syrian. Let's say more an angry billy goat.

"Doctore ...." Atticus tried to stop them, when he caught the murderous look in his father's eyes as he stood in front of his new opponent.

"Obey my orders without saying a word!" shouted Oenomaus angrily.

The man did as he was forced to do, albeit unwillingly.

"أنتكبير, لكنكتبدوامرأةصغيرة. رعشةغزر! " (You are big, but you look like a woman. Shitty asshole!) The Syrian made a bad choice of words and fully showed his strong character ..... with the wrong person!

He also couldn't have known that Azrael knew his language while his son knew about it!

"Great!"Atticus thought, having understood from the tone of the energenian, that he had not paid him a compliment nor had he presented himself.

Milo, finding himself in front of him, sensed his thought and simply held back a laugh. There were many more crazy people around than he thought!

Azrael charged the Syrian like an angry bull and sent him to the ground thanks to the surprise effect since it would have been more complicated without, since they were very similar in physical constitution.

A shower of punches went to Dagan's face.

The slave tried to overthrow the opponent, but it was as if the elf had anchored himself to the ground with hooks since he could not move him in the slightest!

Desperate to gain an advantage, Dagan hit Azrael in the stomach, but he didn't seem to be affected.

After years of torture, his pain threshold was extremely high and a weak blow like that wouldn't have even heard him!

Dagan did not give up and grabbed the other's wrists with his hands.

The elf struggled to shake his arms with such fury that if the Syrian had not let go, his wrist would have broken!

Azrael arched her back in pain when the whip struck mercilessly!

But apart from the body, his expression remained neutral, not showing the annoyance experienced.

Moving!

That slave was so insecure that he gave gentle blows with the whip!

He ignored him outright and started hitting that poor fool who had dared to challenge him so openly!

He felt himself seized from behind and to his surprise, he realized that it was not Atticus, but the Doctore.

"Get it over, damn it!" Oenomaus screamed as he tried to lock his arms.

The Doctore was fully supported on his back. He had grabbed his arms at shoulder height, tightening her grip with her elbows and forearms facing upwards.

It was enough to lift him of weight, making him lose the support on the ground, before making him do a somersault and see him fall, with satisfaction, on the back ground! Out of the corner of his eye he saw the guards move with the intent to stop him, but Gannicus was faster.

With the strength born of the momentum he raged against him, grabbing him by the torso and ending up in the sand with him.

Following the example of their champion, the other gladiators joined the fight, only to find the way barred by Atticus and Milo that would not let everyone go on against the elf.

The screams attracted the attention of the owners who ran to the balcony to understand what was going on.

"You are crazy, for Jupiter!" Titus shouted in shock to see the gladiators raging against each other again.

It was the second time that had happened in a very short space of time and he would have sworn that the presence of the elf was the reason!

But to his surprise nobody seemed to hear him, they were so concentrated in trying to remove Gannicus from the deadly grasp that the elf exercised with both hands, on the neck of the champion!

"Father!" Quintus screamed in terror when he saw him head for the stairs that separated the villa from the gym.

But being ahead of him, Titus managed to get off without even trying to stop him!

Once found in the clearing where the brawl raged, the old man had headed for the cause of so much disorder that he was now intent on trying to kill Barca and Auctus. "You're just a disgrace!" Titus shouted, managing to fully attract Azrael's attention. Quintus stood in front of his father in a protective manner, finally understanding the words that the parent had addressed to him a few days earlier about the elf.

It burned his pride to admit he was right!

"Stay away!" Quintus shouted when he saw Azrael start to approach slowly but firmly "It is your master who orders you!" He tried again.

The gladiators lined up alongside Quintus, Lucretia, Gaia and Titus ready to even sacrifice their lives for masters who would never have moved a finger to help them! Atticus stood still.

He didn't know what was going through the parent's head, but he was aware that he couldn't do anything!

He had tried to stop him and had been rejected and if he didn't listen to him then there was nothing to do!

"Shame on you!!"

Maybe he was wrong.

When he saw Hanna overcome all those imposing men, stamping his feet, the doubt turned into certainty!

"You may know that ...... ah, no shit! I always forget that you are an ignorant donkey ..... "Qu'est-ce que tu fais?"(What are you doing?) She asked screaming.

"Je ne sais pas et je ne veux pas savoir pourquoi vous avez soudainement décidé de devenir fou en attaquant tout le monde, mais arrêtez-le immédiatement!"(I don't know and I don't want to know why you suddenly decided to go crazy attacking everyone, but stop it now!) she said raising a hand when Azrael seemed about to answer her.

"Êtes-vous si handicapé que vous ne comprenez pas que propriétaire pourrait nous blesser aussi à cause de votre comportement irresponsable? Je m'en fiche si ça peut être humiliant! Mais je ne resterai pas là pendant que vous détruisez ma vie! Tu as dit que j'avais peur, oui, c'est vrai! J'ai peur! Mais c'est toi qui me fais venir! J'espérais ....... après avoir enduré les cruautés de mes cousins pendant des années, pour la première fois, d'avoir quelqu'un qui se souciait de moi au point de mettre de côté la fierté et d'avaler un peu de fumier is hidden conceals signifiait me protéger! Va me faire foutre! Pour moi!(Are you so crippled that you don't understand that the owner could hurt us too because of your irresponsible behavior?

I don't care if it can be humiliating! But I won't stand by while you destroy my life! You said I'm afraid, yes, it's true!

I'm scared!

But you are the one who makes me come!

I was hoping ....... after having endured the cruelties of my cousins for years, for the first time, to have someone who cared about me to the point of putting aside pride and swallowing some dung .. ...... if that meant protecting me!

Fuck me!

For me!).

“Hanna reigns!"Sara thought looking at her friend with pride.

She wasn't sure if she was in full reason, since they were unaware of the reasons behind Azrael's fit of anger, but leveraging compassion was a good strategy!

The elf remained impassive, as always, in the face of such a rage and observed for a long time the girl while Atticus explained to Titus and Quintus, in broad terms, that she had given him a good lecture and praised the kindness with which she had been treated by the bosses (lie!)! Leaving aside the details that at the time were of no importance and lying to make sense of that river of words.

"On your knees!" Hanna ordered "Show some respect to the bosses!" She said pointing to the ground with a finger.

Azrael obeyed and knelt in front of Hanna and once on the ground, she broke the contact with her eyes, which she had kept all the time, lowering her head.

"What a jupiter thunders me!" managed to say Gannicus amazed.

Titus, much more relaxed than a few seconds before, turned to his son "You managed to get his loyalty through them!" He said pointing to the two girls, who stood in front of the elf, muttering incomprehensible words among themselves.

Quintus and Lucretia were more surprised than the paters familias and the gladiators put together!

"Then you're not as foolish as I thought! Apparently your father had underestimated you!" The old man said with a smile.

"You honor me father!" Quintus replied, raising his head full of pride.

"You honor yourself! When you act according to common sense and ingenuity!" Titus said to him.

"I was wrong about you too!" He said turning to Lucretia.

"Only a true Roman patrician would understand and act accordingly!" He said surprised that what he had always considered a snake, was actually a woman with a good heart who had managed to win the benevolence and admiration of two slaves in such a short time.

Hanna had crossed her arms over her chest, her breathing was tight and fast, in an attempt not to drop any tears from her eyes.

It had been difficult to say those things!

But it was something else that destroyed it!

Sara had put her arm around her shoulders trying to cheer her up.

A glance between the two was enough to make a whole speech without having to articulate a word.

The elf they read about would never have given way so quickly, especially in front of a little girl!

Thranduil had broken .........

Because of them!

Notes:

A new master! Things are going better than I expected!
In this chapter and in the following one I will refer to the events of the Prequel of the Spartacus Series!
When Spartacus had not yet arrived in the house of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus.
Azrael decides, for the first time, to bow in front of his master, reaching a level of submission never reached ......... for the sake of Hanna and Sara.
How long will it hold?
For the first time in decades, Thranduil (Azrael) is left free to tour the gladiator gym.
What do you think?
And finally the relationship with Hanna kicks off!
As expected, Thranduil explodes!
Do you believe that girls are right?
Have a nice evening,
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