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Frodo looked in shock at his friend. He was sure this was Legolas. Of course he was thinner and dirty, but it was the same face, the same eyes. This was Legolas, but what could have happened that made him forget who he was.
"Legolas, you must remember. You are the Prince of Mirkwood. Do you remember me, or Aragorn, your Father Thranduil?" Frodo asked.
"I do not know them, and I only know you are my new Master," the elf said, gazing up at him curiously, probably wondering if he would beat him or not.
"No, I am not your Master, I am no ones Master," Frodo said.
"Then my new name is no ones?" Jelar asked.
"No, I am not your Master, I am your friend," Frodo said softly.
"Friend?" Jelar asked
"Yes, I don't know what has happened to you, Legolas, but I am your friend. I don't own you, I just want to help you," Frodo said gently.
"Help me? I don't even know who I am..." Jelar trailed off.
"I shall help you regain your old self," Frodo said.
"How do you know what is my true self?" Jelar said, then fear crossed his face, he had over spoken his Master, he would be punished now!
"I don't know your true self, no one but you knows that, Legolas," Frodo said gently.
The elf looked up at him in shock. He had expected to be punished, all his Master's hurt him when he spoke out.
"You are not going to punish me?" he asked.
"No, Legolas, why would I punish you?" Frodo asked.
"For speaking out," he said.
"No, I would never punish you, it is not my place. Also, you are my friend, I could never hurt you, just trust me," Frodo said.
"My new name is Legolas then?" he asked.
"Yes, that was always your name before, might as well call you by it now. Jelar is a slave's name anyways, not worthy of you," Frodo said.
Legolas clasped Frodo's right hand and bowed his head over it. Frodo squirmed a bit uncomfortably at the act.
"Thank you, Master," he said.
"I am not your Master, Legolas, as I said, I am your friend. Call me Frodo," Frodo said.
"All right, Ma... Frodo," Legolas said, and gave a weak smile.
"Good, now, lets get you something to eat. When was the last time you ate?" Frodo asked when Legolas finally released his hand.
"About three maybe four days. My former Master was punishing me for disobeying him," Legolas said.
Frodo frowned, disgusted with the treatment.
"Well, no longer. I shall order you a good meal," Frodo said.
"The food isn't good here," Legolas commented.
"Why?" Frodo asked.
"The slaves in the kitchens make it bad as an act against their owners. But the customers are too drunk to care," Legolas said.
"Ahh, alright then. I have some food in my pack, it should last us until we get to Mirkwood," Frodo said, getting up and going over to his pack.
"Mirkwood, Ma.. Frodo?" Legolas asked, correcting himself in time.
"Yes, its where your Father lives. If anyone can help you, it must be he or he may know of someone else who may help you get your memory back," Frodo said then returned to his pack.
"I have a Father..." Legolas murmured to himself.
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Thranduil looked down at the tracks. It was the first sign in a week that they had of Legolas. Every day his fear had been growing. Legolas had been gone for nearly three months now after having been injured in an attack.
As much as he didn't see eye to eye with his son, he loved him dearly, and would give anything to have him back.
A gently hand lay upon his shoulder, "Don't worry, Thranduil, we shall get him back," a gently voice said.
"I know, Glorfindel. But when I catch those that hurt and kidnap him, so help me I'll show them why I am King of Mirkwood," Thranduil said.
"And I shall help you. But for now we must keep going," Glorfindel said.
"Yes, we must," Thranduil said, and pulled back into his saddle.
They then rode off; the other five elves with them came just behind them.
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Frodo looked in shock at his friend. He was sure this was Legolas. Of course he was thinner and dirty, but it was the same face, the same eyes. This was Legolas, but what could have happened that made him forget who he was.
"Legolas, you must remember. You are the Prince of Mirkwood. Do you remember me, or Aragorn, your Father Thranduil?" Frodo asked.
"I do not know them, and I only know you are my new Master," the elf said, gazing up at him curiously, probably wondering if he would beat him or not.
"No, I am not your Master, I am no ones Master," Frodo said.
"Then my new name is no ones?" Jelar asked.
"No, I am not your Master, I am your friend," Frodo said softly.
"Friend?" Jelar asked
"Yes, I don't know what has happened to you, Legolas, but I am your friend. I don't own you, I just want to help you," Frodo said gently.
"Help me? I don't even know who I am..." Jelar trailed off.
"I shall help you regain your old self," Frodo said.
"How do you know what is my true self?" Jelar said, then fear crossed his face, he had over spoken his Master, he would be punished now!
"I don't know your true self, no one but you knows that, Legolas," Frodo said gently.
The elf looked up at him in shock. He had expected to be punished, all his Master's hurt him when he spoke out.
"You are not going to punish me?" he asked.
"No, Legolas, why would I punish you?" Frodo asked.
"For speaking out," he said.
"No, I would never punish you, it is not my place. Also, you are my friend, I could never hurt you, just trust me," Frodo said.
"My new name is Legolas then?" he asked.
"Yes, that was always your name before, might as well call you by it now. Jelar is a slave's name anyways, not worthy of you," Frodo said.
Legolas clasped Frodo's right hand and bowed his head over it. Frodo squirmed a bit uncomfortably at the act.
"Thank you, Master," he said.
"I am not your Master, Legolas, as I said, I am your friend. Call me Frodo," Frodo said.
"All right, Ma... Frodo," Legolas said, and gave a weak smile.
"Good, now, lets get you something to eat. When was the last time you ate?" Frodo asked when Legolas finally released his hand.
"About three maybe four days. My former Master was punishing me for disobeying him," Legolas said.
Frodo frowned, disgusted with the treatment.
"Well, no longer. I shall order you a good meal," Frodo said.
"The food isn't good here," Legolas commented.
"Why?" Frodo asked.
"The slaves in the kitchens make it bad as an act against their owners. But the customers are too drunk to care," Legolas said.
"Ahh, alright then. I have some food in my pack, it should last us until we get to Mirkwood," Frodo said, getting up and going over to his pack.
"Mirkwood, Ma.. Frodo?" Legolas asked, correcting himself in time.
"Yes, its where your Father lives. If anyone can help you, it must be he or he may know of someone else who may help you get your memory back," Frodo said then returned to his pack.
"I have a Father..." Legolas murmured to himself.
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Thranduil looked down at the tracks. It was the first sign in a week that they had of Legolas. Every day his fear had been growing. Legolas had been gone for nearly three months now after having been injured in an attack.
As much as he didn't see eye to eye with his son, he loved him dearly, and would give anything to have him back.
A gently hand lay upon his shoulder, "Don't worry, Thranduil, we shall get him back," a gently voice said.
"I know, Glorfindel. But when I catch those that hurt and kidnap him, so help me I'll show them why I am King of Mirkwood," Thranduil said.
"And I shall help you. But for now we must keep going," Glorfindel said.
"Yes, we must," Thranduil said, and pulled back into his saddle.
They then rode off; the other five elves with them came just behind them.