Well, I suppose it's time to tell you that this story is just on the edge
of winding down. Yeah, there'll still be a few more books, but they'll be
the climaxes and the ending. This book has the first climax, so enjoy!
@ Deana – Yeah... he's so noble... Sorry, started daydreaming!
Chapter 28
Legolas was taken into a low corridor that twisted and turned deeper and deeper into the cavern. He refused to be tied up and the men seemed afraid to push him to do something he resisted. His weapons were taken from him, even the blowgun, and he was given different clothes. They were torn and dirty, smelling strongly of blood and sweat. He didn't want to think of who they had come from.
His cell was dark with a small strip of light leaking through a crack in the wall. There was dried blood on the floor, but other then that, the stone room was bare. He was left there behind the closed bars guarded by several men who kept there distance.
Legolas was sure they were afraid of him. Almost scared to even touch him. He smiled at the thought. They deserved to be fearful of someone, after so many people were fearful of them for so long.
Legolas wondered why they didn't think of him as the prince of Mirkwood. The gang members at the farmhouse seemed to know and Redd warned him that they did. Maybe they only knew that Legolas was here, but not that Fermanir and the prince are one and the same. He sighed, relieved that they didn't know who he really was.
The night was long and cold. Legolas didn't sleep at all and was feeling stiff by the morning. His stomach grumbled and he wondered if they were going to feed him, or let him die slowly.
His question was answered when a man with a large sack came down the hall. He threw in a small portion of burnt meat that raised a cloud of dust from the earthy floor. He sighed and kicked it away. The man ignored the gesture and continued on. Legolas guessed that the row of cells lead back into the larger cave where he entered, because he didn't return again that day. And he was feeling it.
He spent another night in the shelter. He was beginning to feel the affect of the silence around him now. He felt desperate to converse with someone. Who would he talk to, the guards? They would cringe away or spit on him. They wouldn't listen to what he had to say.
Legolas was completely surprised when his idea turned around on him.
'Why did you have to kill them?' asked a gang member who had sat down against the bars of a cell opposite him. The strip of light rested across his face, lighting up his eyes. Legolas focused his attention on him, ignoring his hunger and desire to ignore the question.
'Because they were harming others.' he said. 'Harming the innocent.' the man sighed.
'But what if they were innocent in the first place?' he asked. 'What if they had no choice?' Legolas thought it almost sounded like he was asking advice. Before he could replace his puzzled look with a comment, footsteps echoed throughout the tunnel. A man with a long cloak and intricate designs on his helmet appeared from the darkness.
'Bring him.' he said. 'And tie him up.'
As much as Legolas fought, he couldn't overpower the men around him. He hadn't eaten in four days and was beginning to feel the physical affect. He stared at the ground as he walked, his eyes flickering only once to the gang member who questioned him.
Legolas came into the light and blinked. The sight of the river suddenly gave him an urge to dive in and drink. He licked his lips as the men pushed him up a wide staircase he had not yet seen. They crossed a bridge over a chasm into a high circular room. In the middle was a post. Along the sides were several ropes hanging from the ceiling. Legolas's eyes widened at the sight of a dead man hanging from his wrists across the room. He suddenly felt a spear of fear pierce through him as he spotted several things on the floor.
One was a bucket with steaming water.
One was a circle of ropes.
One was a pile of wood beside a crackling fire.
Resting in the fire was a knife.
@ Deana – Yeah... he's so noble... Sorry, started daydreaming!
Chapter 28
Legolas was taken into a low corridor that twisted and turned deeper and deeper into the cavern. He refused to be tied up and the men seemed afraid to push him to do something he resisted. His weapons were taken from him, even the blowgun, and he was given different clothes. They were torn and dirty, smelling strongly of blood and sweat. He didn't want to think of who they had come from.
His cell was dark with a small strip of light leaking through a crack in the wall. There was dried blood on the floor, but other then that, the stone room was bare. He was left there behind the closed bars guarded by several men who kept there distance.
Legolas was sure they were afraid of him. Almost scared to even touch him. He smiled at the thought. They deserved to be fearful of someone, after so many people were fearful of them for so long.
Legolas wondered why they didn't think of him as the prince of Mirkwood. The gang members at the farmhouse seemed to know and Redd warned him that they did. Maybe they only knew that Legolas was here, but not that Fermanir and the prince are one and the same. He sighed, relieved that they didn't know who he really was.
The night was long and cold. Legolas didn't sleep at all and was feeling stiff by the morning. His stomach grumbled and he wondered if they were going to feed him, or let him die slowly.
His question was answered when a man with a large sack came down the hall. He threw in a small portion of burnt meat that raised a cloud of dust from the earthy floor. He sighed and kicked it away. The man ignored the gesture and continued on. Legolas guessed that the row of cells lead back into the larger cave where he entered, because he didn't return again that day. And he was feeling it.
He spent another night in the shelter. He was beginning to feel the affect of the silence around him now. He felt desperate to converse with someone. Who would he talk to, the guards? They would cringe away or spit on him. They wouldn't listen to what he had to say.
Legolas was completely surprised when his idea turned around on him.
'Why did you have to kill them?' asked a gang member who had sat down against the bars of a cell opposite him. The strip of light rested across his face, lighting up his eyes. Legolas focused his attention on him, ignoring his hunger and desire to ignore the question.
'Because they were harming others.' he said. 'Harming the innocent.' the man sighed.
'But what if they were innocent in the first place?' he asked. 'What if they had no choice?' Legolas thought it almost sounded like he was asking advice. Before he could replace his puzzled look with a comment, footsteps echoed throughout the tunnel. A man with a long cloak and intricate designs on his helmet appeared from the darkness.
'Bring him.' he said. 'And tie him up.'
As much as Legolas fought, he couldn't overpower the men around him. He hadn't eaten in four days and was beginning to feel the physical affect. He stared at the ground as he walked, his eyes flickering only once to the gang member who questioned him.
Legolas came into the light and blinked. The sight of the river suddenly gave him an urge to dive in and drink. He licked his lips as the men pushed him up a wide staircase he had not yet seen. They crossed a bridge over a chasm into a high circular room. In the middle was a post. Along the sides were several ropes hanging from the ceiling. Legolas's eyes widened at the sight of a dead man hanging from his wrists across the room. He suddenly felt a spear of fear pierce through him as he spotted several things on the floor.
One was a bucket with steaming water.
One was a circle of ropes.
One was a pile of wood beside a crackling fire.
Resting in the fire was a knife.