Alright, so in this fanfic Legolas is what we would call 14, i kinda thought that since Mirkwood was growing so dangerous they'd be alright with someone that young since they need all the help they can get. Besides Legolas was just a stand in and wouldn't be doing it regularly until he was human age of 15. Tauriel is 17 i know canonically she's younger but i couldn't get past this headcanon me and my friends made up. How Tauriel is younger than Legolas in mind and experience while older in age. Also i think of Tauriel as being the protective older sister who'll kill you if you mess with her baby bro. Then Beinion is 16, he's a OC but i hope won't be too annoying? I know they can really suck but i wanted Legolas to have more than just one friend! He's a bit like the older brother who always get you in trouble but is there for you 100%. This story will include non-con and forced prostitution, if you do not want to read about those things then please don't. This story is meant to bring light of what happens and how it could happen to anyone, even a elf prince. Please review!

"Tauriel, Beinion are you sure this is a good idea? I mean this doesn't exactly sound safe in the slightest.."

"When have i ever been wrong or put you in danger?"

"Oh believe me I can name quite a few things where you've put us in danger AND been wrong! Like the time you told us it'd be completely fine to venture into a mysterious dark cave and almost got us eaten by orcs! Really Beinion! "

"That was one time!"

As the three cloaked figures continued to argue they were hastily approaching their destination. It was a town. This particular town, A man's town to be exact, was one many would stray away from. Poverty and disease ran rampant while myths allowed the townsfolk to put blame on anyone but themselves. Yet still arguing and clueless to these tales the three figures continued on.

"You know the stories of what these towns are like Beinion! Tauriel please tell me you agree!" The figure in between the two asked, unease was easy to see on the young man's face and body.

"Legolas don't be such a elfling. Don't you want to celebrate returning from your first patrol?"

"Of course i do! But going into this village doesn't seem like such a good idea. Look at it! It looks absolutely awful."

The three friends stopped and stared around at their surroundings. Buildings covered in dust and grime were what greeted them in return. Horse and other animals droppings were there at every corner you turned. Children and women who looked far too thin and dirty glared suspiciously at each other. Loud drunken shouts could be heard not too far away from what was presumed to be this Village's pub.

All in all this wasn't quite the ideal travel destination.

"How did you guys even allow my father to take me here? He hardly lets me venture outside the palace let alone go to such a place as this!" Legolas asked turning to face his two friends.

"You see, when we suggested taking you out to celebrate your first patrol your father was alright with it." Tauriel answered while looking anxiously at Beinion.

"And?"

"We, ah might of said we were thinking of taking you to Lake-town and see how men act. He sure glared at us! Legolas have i ever mention how terrifying your father is? 'No longer than a few weeks' we told him! He seemed to allow it grudgingly after that." Tauriel answered, refusing to look Legolas in the eye.

"Tauriel i'm not sure you noticed but this isn't Lake-town."

This time it was Beinion who replied for her. "We did say we were THINKING of taking you there not that we actually were.."

Holding in a sigh the prince just gave a look at his friends sheepish smiles before looking back at the vulgar town they encountered.

'Please don't go in, please don't go in, please don't go in..' he silently begged yet his mouth seemed to disobey him.

"We might as well go in then."

"God what is it with men and smelling absolutely dreadful! I swear this place smells worst than a orc corpses!" Beinion muttered quietly, being careful to keep his hood up and voice down to not draw suspicion.

"I have to agree. It's just something about them, perhaps it has to do with something in their blood?" Tauriel said looking around with a frown. Preoccupied and unaware of her surroundings she bumped into a woman and hastily said an apology.

The brown haired woman just glared at her and continued walking.

"Rather rude they are as well."

"Hey guys what's this?" Legolas asked, pointing at a brown building which generated the most noise. It was also the building which smelled the worst.

"Can't you read? Look at the sign, It's a Inn! Those are what men use when travelling. They have rooms for sleeping in at the top and when you walk in you're immediately given food and drink! Though it can cost quite a bit…

Do you want to go in? The sun is setting.."

The three elves looked at each other and thought. It didn't sound appealing in the slightest. The building was old and desperately in need of repairs. Windows were broken and dirt seemed to replace the paint. Yet a new adventure was surely to be expected in a place such as that.

Wasn't it that the victorious ones encountered villains at places like these? Perhaps they would save this town from danger and become heros? Have songs written about them like Glorfindel the balrog slayer?

As if sensing each other's thoughts their smiles just grew and a twinkle of mischievous was prominent in their eyes. If only the three adolescent elf's weren't so wrapped up in dreams of glory and fame they might of noticed the set of dark green eyes following their every move.

Walking into the Inn they were greeted with the sight of drunk men and irked bartenders. Assuring themselves that their ears were well hidden beneath the hoods and long hair they allowed themselves to come into view.

Walking up to the bar and taking a seat the three friends motioned for the bartender to come over. Looking rather annoyed at even more customers to serve she walked over and muttered a quick and angry "What do you want?".

"We'll have three ales please my lady."

Nodding the bartender set off to fetch the drinks. Before she left she squinted her eyes and studied their faces.

"Aren't you three a little young to be in here?" She asked.

"Perhaps, but we have money to spend if you let us stay." Legolas said flashing a pouch filled with silver and gold coins.

Eyes widening in surprise all she could do was nod before hurrying off to fetch their drinks. The three suspected that was the most amount of money she ever saw in her life.

"Did you really have to show her all that Legolas? She may think you are a prince! These men are already looking at us with suspicion, god knows what would happen if they believe you to possess riches!" Tauriel whispered angrily at the young prince who in return just gave her a cheeky smile.

"They would sooner think that i am a thief instead of a prince. Look at this town, i highly doubt they would believe such 'royalty' would travel here."

"You know Tauriel, i'm sure his father would ecstatic at lil' ol Las here using his prince status to his advantage. I could just see it now."

"Oh please do shut up Beinion. Just because my father wants me to act in a more regal matter does not mean he wants me to exploit my status. Oh and thank you my lady for the drinks." He picked up his cup of ale and shot Beinion a glare. Taking a sip all was well for a moment until the burning in his throat causes the young elf to gag.

"What is in this! It's disgusting!"

"It's Ale. Now i know it tastes like orc spit but drink it or else you'll draw attention to us." Looking away from Legolas Beinion proceeded to start a discussion with Tauriel on if they would stay here for the night.

As the two paid little to no attention to the prince and Legolas sat there unhappily drinking his ale. Muttering to himself about how he 'didn't deserve this' and 'my father will hear about this' he hardly noticed his friends leave their seats.

This allowed a man to come up unexpected.

" 'ello there lad. Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

"Erm no." replied the blonde haired elf. Nervously he looked over the human trying to figure out what he could want. The man had greasy dark brown hair and tan skin covered in dirt. He wore clothes of the poor and smelled absolutely awful. He looked to be in his fifties but with a town such as this he could very well be thirty.

Having the nagging feel that the man wanted to start a conversation with him the young elf mentally went over what his father drilled into his mind at a young age. When talking with strange people always remember the 6 steps.

"What's yer name lad? Mines Erlan."

Step one: Always give a false name to strangers.

"Oh mines Locien. Nice to meet you."

"Where ya from? Don't look like ye are from around here."

Step two: Tell them as little as possible.

"Oh just travelling around. I want to see the sights of the land before i grow far too old and cannot."

"Ay do i wish i did that when i was a youngling! Are you travelling alone or with others?"

Step three: Seek out people you know. Strength is in numbers.

Looking around he stared desperately for his two friends. Yet it seems that they decided to become much more friendly and "Enjoy" themselves as one would say. Tauriel was over to his right several tables away stuck in a drinking game whom she was winning. Beinion was over to his left flirting with the small amount of ladies in this disgusting place.

Inwardly groaning Legolas casted his attention back to Erlan and flatly replied.

"Yes, i'm with two others."

"Where might they be? You look awfully young, can't imagine someone yer age traveling around without two parents."

Before he could reply Legolas realized that the man had rested a hand on his thigh. Looking up in confusion the only explanation he gave was a mere shrug before urging the prince to continue speaking.

"They're here. In here actually. I should probably go see them ha…"

"Now what's the rush?"

"I just really really think i should go have a chat with them. See how they're doing and all that jazz, so if you'd excuse me.."

As Legolas tried to leave his seat and go over to Tauriel a tight grip on his wrist pulled him back forcing him to sit on the far too old bar seat.

"Now now, no need to leave my company Locien. I'm not that boring am i? Locien. That's a nice name, elvish ain't it?"

Step four: Don't bring any attention to yourself

"Yes it is. My parents were very fond of elves."

"Are yer parents in slave business?"

Did this man just say slave business? Legolas wondered if this was all some joke Beinion or Tauriel set on him. Quickly he decided that Beinion most likely did this to him. Tauriel would just pour a bucket of horse feces on him. While Men are greedy surely they do not sell people as slaves?

Without noticing Legolas's lack in answer Erlan continued on. "If they are i reckon they most likely sell Elves as slaves. Can't blame 'em either, Elves make the best slaves. Long lastin' life and angelic bodies. Hell they hardly are ever used except for in the bedroom if ya know what i mean."

The grip around his wrist became increasingly stronger and the prince wondered what in the world he got himself into.

Shakily and trying to keep any nervousness out of his voice he replied. "I'm afriad my parents aren't elvish slave traders. They just like Elves."

"Aight then. Oi! You, bring me 'nd the boy another drink. But give my friend the special ones, ain't nothing better than em!"

"Oh this isn't necessary really! I am not thirsty"

"Nonsense! 'Ere we go now, drink up!"

Pushing a cup of what could only be described of watery looking dirt Legolas drank from the disgusting cup. He knew he shouldn't have, he should of dropped it and blamed it on his clumsiness or just refuse completely.

Yet could anyone truly blame him? He was in a strange town sitting in a strange place by himself while his friends are gods know where, then a stranger suddenly appears and asks him to drink some odd liquid!

It truly wasn't his day.

Erlan kept looking at him intimidatingly until he finished his drink. Once the glass was drained of all it's contents the man finally let his face soften.

"I have some horses out back if ya wanna see em Locien. Real nice beauties, you'd love them." As the man spoke Legolas started to feel dizzy and nauseous.

Something was wrong.

It couldn't of been the alcohol could it? Elves usually had such a tolerance to it, though he'd never had Human alcohol so perhaps that was the cause? Yet it didn't seem to be affecting Tauriel…

Numbly he heard Erlan ask him a question again, something about going to see horses? Perhaps a bit of fresh air would be nice.. Yet he could not deny it would be foolish, what was step six again?

Step six: Never go anywhere with a stranger.

He heard himself protest but couldn't do anything as the man picked him up and carried him out the door. He probably seemed like someone flat out drunk and that Erlan was just a considerate friend helping him out.

The fact he was getting kidnapped hardly mattered to Legolas, he was much more worried about what his father would say.

Would he lock him in the dungeon? Or perhaps his father would blame this on Beinion and Tauriel. He WAS the crown prince and the last family his father had left. Even if he did get punished surely it wouldn't be so bad?

He felt rope get tightly tied around his hands and feet and realized that maybe his father wouldn't be so forgiving. He did break step five and six, five and six what a funny combination! Two of the most important steps yet he broke them. Oh well, his eyes really wanted to close..

Why did they want to close?

He wasn't a human, his eyes should only want to close when under extreme exhaustion or drugged. He certainly wasn't extremely exhausted when he entered that Inn! So what else could it…

Oh.

As his eyes closed and he fell off to a peaceful slumber his last thoughts were of how utterly stupid he was.

"Tauriel, where's Legolas?"

"He's right her- oh. You're right where IS he?"

The two friends looked widely around the room in search of their blonde friend. It was two hours until dawn when the Inn was finally quiet, the drunks were fast asleep and the sensible people already fell asleep a long time ago.

Yet it seemed as if their prince disappeared in thin air.

"Tauriel perhaps he just went off with a girl? When i was his age that was always on my mind! Hey did i ever tell you guys about that one time.."

"Yes yes Beinion we know you're part perverted dog. And yes you've told us the story about you and Lindeathiel, i'm surprised she didn't run away from you. However we need to focus on loacting Legolas. Can you imagine what Thranduil would do to us if we lost his son?"

Groaning the brown haired elf brought a hand up to his neck as if to protect it. "He would be mad oh he'd be mad. Valar we'd be lucky if he decided to just chop off our heads!"

"Exactly, so this is the exact reason as to why we need to find him!"

The two swept a look around the Inn as if waiting for the prince to be there. When they saw none of him they resorted to lifting up the heads of those passed out, each looking deeply on the faces of the humans.

Despite their hopes and wishes no more then a hour later and a deep thorough check throughout the building the two elves came to the same anxious, undesirable conclusion.

He simply wasn't here.

This wasn't good news in the slightest, wherever the prince was it was most likely dark and dangerous... Why did they decide it was a good idea to visit here? Surely while they were young and idiotic they should of realized something was amiss.

"Beinion, Thranduil is going to kill us."

"I know Tauriel. Believe me i know."