A/N: Sorry it's so short, I didn't feel much like writing. Besides, this is more of a filler than anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or make any money from this.
Rivendell:
Legolas and Aethelred had been shown back to their rooms and told to stay there almost an hour ago. They were sitting
"I don't understand!" said Aethelred, suddenly, causing Legolas to jump in surprise. "I've gone through any possibility I could think of, and nothing makes sense! Why are they keeping us here? They don't need to, we could be out there working, we're healed enough to be. They can't want us for pleasure, there are prettier elves here for that. They don't want us to be servants or they'd have us working right now. They want to teach us to read and write, maybe they want us to copy their texts or write for them? They… I don't know!"
Legolas thought for a moment, "You're right, it doesn't make sense, but," here, his voice dropped to a whisper, "Since when do Masters do anything that makes sense? They have always been needlessly cruel."
Before Aethelred could answer, there was a knock on the door. They stiffened, had the other person heard them?
When they called to enter, Gellyth walked in, some books, quills, ink, and parchment in his hands.
"Lord Elrond wanted me to be the one to teach you two," he said by way of explanation.
They nodded.
"When will we be allowed up?" asked Aethelred.
Not for a while I should think. You were in terrible shape when you got here. I shouldn't be surprised if you spent several days abed," said Gellyth.
Legolas and Aethelred glanced at each other. Several days? They thought they'd been in pretty good shape. No broken bones or dislocated joints, minimal cuts, and they had not been violated yesterday, nor the day before.
"Bad shape by our standards," said Gellyth, seeing their reactions.
"What does our master do for punishments?" asked Legolas.
"Legolas!" Aethelred hissed. He needed to learn tact quickly. People would only put up with so much disrespect before they lost their temper after all.
"Punish?" ask Gellyth, curiously.
"Yes, does he like using whips or burns or knives, what does he tend to use?" asked Legolas, ignoring Aethelred's growing look of horror.
Gellyth laughed, "Surely you are joking! Lord Elrond would never harm a soul unless it be some spawn of Morgoth or his minions."
When no one replied, he stopped laughing, "You really meant that did you not? My apologies, I have never met someone who would ask something like that. Truly, Lord Elrond would not harm you. He is a healer, it would be pointless to injure you only to have to heal you again."
Legolas nodded, though he looked far from reassured.
"Let's get a start, shall we? There are several forms of elvish…"