Once again, evil had slowly been filtering through the lands of Middle
Earth. It claimed prisoners as it crept through each city, forest, and
field. The dark lord, Sauron was slowly taking control of various cities.
It was no longer safe to walk along, for you risked being taken to one of
the many cities under Sauron's control.
Legolas was camping just hours away from Minas Tirith and over night, it too, was taken under the dark lords control. Unaware of the evil lurking so near, Legolas lit a small fire in order to see on the dark summer night. His keen Elvin ears picked up on low growls from a far distance. He instantly stomped out the fire but it was too late. His fire had already been spotted by the orcs. He readied himself with his bow as he watched the hideous creatures run towards him. He waited until they were close enough to get a sure shot and began taking them out one by one. He fought well, but he was outnumbered. It would only be a matter of time before they reached his camp and he had no one to fight alongside him. He had left Aragorn in Gondor, and him and Gimli had parted ways the night before so he could return to his home as well. He always had the choice of running, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before they caught up to him so he stood his ground and killed as many as he could. At last, the orcs reached him. He drew his sword and continued fighting, but there were too many and eventually the orcs had his hands and legs bound with a chain around his neck.
"Well, Well, Well, what have we here?" one of the orcs sneered as they slowly led the prince back to Minas Tirith as a prisoner. Legolas' only response was a icy blue-eyed glare.
"Its another elf. It seems we have once again stumbled upon our own kind." Another growled.
"You are not of my kind." Legolas said barely above a whisper as he struggled to loosen the thick ropes around his wrists.
"Why, surely you know of our past. The same blood runs through our veins as it does in your own." The orc answered with a terrifying cackle.
"No, you are a beast. A creature as hideous and malicious as you could hardly consider yourself an elf." Legolas snapped back as his jawbone tightened to keep himself under control.
This ended the discussion and silence fell upon them as they continued walking back to Minas Tirith. Legolas strained to hear any kind of helpful hint as to where he was being taken or a way to get out. His mind began racing as the hoarse breathing of the orcs around him became louder and louder. It felt as if his head was spinning. He could feel the hot breath of an orc on his neck and he smelt the strong stench of them as they finally reached the gates of Minas Tirith. Legolas was led to a small building and taken to a rather large Uruk-Hai.
"Another elf?" the Uruk-Hai asked looking the prince up and down. Legolas just gritted his teeth to keep from spitting in his face.
"Where shall I take him, Master?" the orc said.
"201" he growled back. The orc seemed satisfied with the answer as he pulled on the ropes around Legolas' wrists. The orc took him to a small flet with the numbers '201' written on the trunk of the tree it was built in. He Pulled Legolas up the ladder and unlocked the door. He pushed Legolas into the dark, empty room and then slammed and locked the door.
"You will never get away with this! Everyone of you bastards will be killed.." Legolas ranted as he banged his fists on the door.
"The door won't budge. Take my word, I have tried." A soft voice came from a corner of the room.
Legolas was camping just hours away from Minas Tirith and over night, it too, was taken under the dark lords control. Unaware of the evil lurking so near, Legolas lit a small fire in order to see on the dark summer night. His keen Elvin ears picked up on low growls from a far distance. He instantly stomped out the fire but it was too late. His fire had already been spotted by the orcs. He readied himself with his bow as he watched the hideous creatures run towards him. He waited until they were close enough to get a sure shot and began taking them out one by one. He fought well, but he was outnumbered. It would only be a matter of time before they reached his camp and he had no one to fight alongside him. He had left Aragorn in Gondor, and him and Gimli had parted ways the night before so he could return to his home as well. He always had the choice of running, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before they caught up to him so he stood his ground and killed as many as he could. At last, the orcs reached him. He drew his sword and continued fighting, but there were too many and eventually the orcs had his hands and legs bound with a chain around his neck.
"Well, Well, Well, what have we here?" one of the orcs sneered as they slowly led the prince back to Minas Tirith as a prisoner. Legolas' only response was a icy blue-eyed glare.
"Its another elf. It seems we have once again stumbled upon our own kind." Another growled.
"You are not of my kind." Legolas said barely above a whisper as he struggled to loosen the thick ropes around his wrists.
"Why, surely you know of our past. The same blood runs through our veins as it does in your own." The orc answered with a terrifying cackle.
"No, you are a beast. A creature as hideous and malicious as you could hardly consider yourself an elf." Legolas snapped back as his jawbone tightened to keep himself under control.
This ended the discussion and silence fell upon them as they continued walking back to Minas Tirith. Legolas strained to hear any kind of helpful hint as to where he was being taken or a way to get out. His mind began racing as the hoarse breathing of the orcs around him became louder and louder. It felt as if his head was spinning. He could feel the hot breath of an orc on his neck and he smelt the strong stench of them as they finally reached the gates of Minas Tirith. Legolas was led to a small building and taken to a rather large Uruk-Hai.
"Another elf?" the Uruk-Hai asked looking the prince up and down. Legolas just gritted his teeth to keep from spitting in his face.
"Where shall I take him, Master?" the orc said.
"201" he growled back. The orc seemed satisfied with the answer as he pulled on the ropes around Legolas' wrists. The orc took him to a small flet with the numbers '201' written on the trunk of the tree it was built in. He Pulled Legolas up the ladder and unlocked the door. He pushed Legolas into the dark, empty room and then slammed and locked the door.
"You will never get away with this! Everyone of you bastards will be killed.." Legolas ranted as he banged his fists on the door.
"The door won't budge. Take my word, I have tried." A soft voice came from a corner of the room.