Helloooooo! I'm BACK! With two chapter!
Thank you so much for the reviews guys! (and yes, class is boring...I take night courses...)
And yes...Thranduil is not the nicest elf on earth...but it makes it all the more interesting... ;) hahaha So hold on to your seats! 8-)
Chapter 7
Cold Dark Cell
Harlette failed to recall what had happened after her demented act of earlier: spitting shamelessly on the mighty King's feet. Well, he deemed it his right to know what her business in his dark garden consisted of, and, she believed it her right to spit at his feet, given the fact he was a big bully with overgrown assurance. He was probably trying to compensate for something he didn't have...which would explain why he behaved like such a troll.
Anyway, Harlette was ushered out of the great hall. Everything happened so fast, and before she knew it, she was being pushed down an infinite number of stairs, her vision assaulted by the growing darkness of many corridors.
The guards, and the detainee, walked by various crowded cells enclosing the frightening silhouettes of more than one monster; beings disfigured by slime and mire, claws, growls, crooked noses and evil eyes. The romantic novelist would later learn of the existence of orcs.
At last, she was brought in a small, cold, unfurnished dark room.
She remained there for a couple of hours until, seemingly, the king had taken pity (or further condensation) upon her vulnerable state, and had sent for guards to bring her some bread and covers. But Harlette refused everything, coughing and shivering as she did. 'I'll accept the water, but he can shove his bread and his covers up his arse. Make sure you tell him that,' she had spat. The door closed with a clang.
She was bruised and weary and wondered of Christine and her parents' whereabouts. Did they know of her disappearance?
Everything had happened so fast and most dramatically. Harlette had lost her temper before the king of darkness -so she called him- when she should have remained sober, gently asking him about this alien world. But no. She did not do any of that, so what did she expect from him if not harsh treatments -she was lucky enough he did not behead her.
She stayed confined there for a whole day, and despite the guards giving her water and bread-bread which she went on declining- now and then, neither the wind nor even the idea of some lonesome ghost came to visit her. The only sound that dared interrupt the silence of it all were her breathings and the clang of the door each time it closed.
It only had been a day, but it felt like it had been a week in this icy room. Time crawled and there was no one around. She was utterly alone in darkness and she hated darkness and she cried, wishing all this to be but a silly nightmare.
Despite the hunger and the cold, tiredness gathered upon her eyelids and she gave in to sleep.
