A/N Hey! This is my first Lord of the Rings fanfic and also the first fanfic that I've posted up here. I hope you enjoy! Please review and tell me if I can impove anything! And if anyone has any ideas for a title, I'm open for ideas!

'elvin'

'thoughts'

"regular talking"

Chapter One

Legolas struggled while he was being led somewhere by three Men. He did not where, because he was blindfolded. When the Men had blindfolded him they were in a long hallway that was in a big house. The blonde elf tried to get out of the Men's grasps, but he was weary from trying to outrun them before he was finally captured. He was startled when he was slapped across the face, hard. "Stop struggling, you stupid Elf," a gruff voice ordered angrily. "We are entering Lord Collin's halls, so you better behave," the Man continued.

'Curse this "Lord" Collin!' the young Elf murmured in elvish and was rewarded with another slap to the face. "Do not speak that foul language here," the same Man hissed into his ear then pushed the elf forward roughly. "Now keep still, and be quiet. You're just making it worse, struggling and speaking your silly elvish," he ordered.

Legolas felt his arms being grabbed again and he was led forward. "I'll cooperate now," he thought to himself, but kept his head held high, "but only because I can not do much without weapons or with this smelly cloth covering my eyes. I will wait for the right moment." He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a door being opened. The room they walked into was very noisy, but as they walked further in everyone got quiet. With his elvish hearing, though, the blonde could hear quiet whispering.

"My Lord," the man that had slapped Legolas before said grandly. "We bring you a rare gift. An Elf, my Lord, of exceptional beauty. He is a feisty one, mind you, but that can be solved. We found him on our back home."

Legolas heard someone walking towards him and froze when he felt a rough finger brush his pale cheek then move to his lips. "Very nice, Gerald," a deep voice said from in front of him. The Elf snapped out of his stupor and bit the Man's finger. He heard the man let out a startled yelp and then he was slapped across the face again. Only it was much harder this time than before. The Men holding his arms let go of him and he fell to the hard floor.

He landed on his arm and hurt, but he knew it was not broken so he stood up quickly. While taking off the blindfold he ran towards the door he thought they had come through. Strong Men tackled the nimble Elf, trying to catch him. They blocked the doorways and surrounded him. The young blonde held his breath, knowing that he was defeated.

Nathanial walked down though the long halls outside his chamber door, whistling a made up tune. He brushed back his shoulder length, ginger hair with his fingers and pulled it into a ponytail. Some of the shorter strands fell out of the elastic and into his bright hazel eyes. When he reached his destination he sighed. 'I wish father didn't make me sit in his hall everyday," he thought to himself bitterly. 'It's boring and I don't see why I have to be there." He opened the door slowly and instantly noticed that the hall was almost completely quiet.

He saw his father standing in front of a person with blonde hair, but could not make out whom. As he sat down in his chair, which was slightly smaller than his father's, his father slapped the blonde person. 'Ouch,' he thought. He watched as the blonde stood up and removed a blindfold. He gasped quietly when he noticed the pointed ears. 'An elf," he thought in amazement.

The whole hall was in chaos. Men were blocking the doorways while others surrounded the Elf. The women who were in the room were screaming in terror and running around uselessly. Nathanial chuckled quietly at how stupid everyone was being. It was just one Elf, against a whole room of Men. The Elf did not stand a chance. He studied the Elf that was surrounded by almost twenty Men.

He quickly realized it was male. The Elf had long blond hair that was braided in a few spots. He was wearing dark, knee high boots, dark pants and a green tunic. At the moment he was standing in a defensive position, his deep green eyes blazing. That was when the young human noticed the bruises marking his pale face.

"Enough!" Lord Collin yelled. Nathanial jumped from surprise. "Seize this creature and have him punished. He will learn not to disobey me," the russet haired man said angrily. His son winced, knowing what would happen to the Elf. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment. He really did not want this being to go through such torture. It was cruel, and he hated that his father treated other living things in such a way.

"Father," he called out uncertainly. His father looked at him, slightly annoying. The red head stood up walked over to him. "Father, I was wondering if maybe I could have the Elf. You are always telling me that I need a slave. It could be like a late birthday present." He looked into his father's thoughtful brown eyes.

It looked like the Man was about to say no when he smiled slowly. "Yes," he said slowly. Nathanial looked at him skeptically. The Man smiled down at his son and placed both hands on his slim shoulders. "This is a grand idea, my son! You are finally becoming a man! Go," he said excitedly, "go to your quarters and I'll see to it that your new slave is brought to your room. After I get him ready that is."

"Father, what do you by that? I believe that if I am to make this creature obey me I must be the one to straighten him out," he said as roughly as he could, wincing slightly when he called the Elf a creature.

The Man only smiled more widely. "Don't worry, my boy. You will get your fun, I only wish to speak with him," he promised.

Nathanial sighed quietly but smiled back. "Alright, I will be waiting in my chambers," he said and glanced at the Elf before leaving. He winced when he noticed the emerald eyes were looking at him with anger and disgust.