Author's Note: I am so sorry for not updating. I had many other stories to update, I apologize. I also had no idea of how I was going to continue this story to be honest. But, I think this chapter will do this story justice in the direction I plan to take this story. I hope you guys enjoy, and don't forget to favorite, follow, and review. Tell me what you think, like, or dislike in a comment below.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Toiken does. Also, this is not a plagiarized version of SkyLeafAlchimists, "All that Remains" I only have her permission for the use of the alias, "Esgal" for my story. In no ways, am I trying to copy her amazing story.
Last Edited- 7/22/15 11:17
Chapter Two
Little Legolas was troubled…
He heard the frantic callings of his Adar, and Naneth.
The bright light that had consumed him after touching his hands to the strange, but intricately made stone.
His Adar, and Naneth disappeared from view, however, Legolas was smart for his age.
His surroundings changed, he wasn't in the gardens beyond the palace of Greenwood, no. He was in a forest that was unknown to him, although, like many other elves that could possibly find themselves in the same exact position. Legolas didn't cry, but thought the situation out, and carefully thought of how he would proceed.
The sun was casted high in the horizon, heat prickled over his exposed skin. It was dangerous to travel over land, especially, unknown land in the day light.
His mind: acting, and thinking like his Adar's in his situation.
He passed many by many trees being little had worked to his advantage. He could travel fast, and light on his feet, unseen in the broad daylight hours of the day. Elves were quick, yet graceful creatures. Legolas gracefully climbed up a nearby tree. Thinking of its branches and leaves would camouflage himself from prying eyes till night fell upon the lands of Arda.
Legolas was prideful, however, not wanting to accept the horrific situation.
Although, as time passed Legolas had drifted off.
Darkness shrouded the land, and the little elfling was in deep sleep… He didn't notice the small band of gruesome hobgoblins coming his way. After a trifling, and exhausting day he had experienced; it wasn't surprising he would be out cold.
As Legolas continued to sleep, his body unknowingly shifted.
Hobgoblins were seconds away from his sleeping form above. For luck, clearly wasn't on his side. His body fell from the tree; now wide awake, and fully alert of his surroundings. Legolas was frozen in fear, more than anything else.
His Adar, had told him many stories of the Hobgoblins that had existed during the Elder Days of Arda. The first age. They were big, ugly creatures. "Cruel, wicked, and bad-hearted," his Adar always warned. Not to mention, slimy. Legolas, was trapped, his little sleeping reprieve now wholly forgotten about.
There was no way the little elf could possibly escape, or even fight the small band of goblins.
His legs couldn't muster any energy, all they could do was kneel down to the cold, hard, dirt-covered grass. Now, Hobgoblins were not considered respectful creatures, so the next thing Legolas knew was darkness.
And, so it would remain for many decades to come…
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He knew nothing. He was no one. No memories to call his own.
Nothing…
He knew he was chained up along a cold, dank wall.
Encased in nothing but darkness, yet his body glowed. Just enough, to see the many features of his person. He could see the platinum-blonde steaks of his hair, now a musty color of what it had been. His clothes, not clean anymore, but smelt of sweat and dirt. All he knew was what he could see with his eyes, and nothing is what he could see.
His name, however, was a mystery to himself and his captors. He had lost his memories, thus he didn't know his name. It was almost as if he had closed off his memories, or hid the memories within the deepest reaches of his mind.
'Hidden,' he thought… Esgal?
A loud thrum pounded in the little elflings ears.
A sharp pain ascended, flooding his senses.
Terrible looking creatures made an appearance; unlocking the chains that kept him imprisoned. He was no one, so he didn't resist when the creatures had lifted him up. Almost carrying his little form along, he wasn't terrified, how could he be if he didn't remember what he should be terrified of? Esgal thought silently, all the while the Hobgoblins led his tiny form to where-he didn't know.