Chapter 33
More hours were lost in silence. Legolas had no idea how long they had been here, but he was already longing for the sun and fresh air. It was so dark in here, which was a terrible agony for the elf. He hated darkness and not only because it reminded him of unpleasant experiences. Again, these thoughts came back and the archer cursed himself for thinking in that direction again. It was still so strange to speak of his brothers in the past. They were still there for him. There was a pain in his heart again, but the handsome warrior pushed him back.
There were more important things to think about now. For example, how they should get out of here. Because Legolas had no intention of staying here to find out what Eero would do with them. Eero. The forest elf didn't understand how it was possible that the dark elf was still alive. He had always assumed that his father had killed him. But when the prince thought about it, he realized that he had never explicitly asked Thranduil about it. He had been too absorbed in the grief and guilt that was still present, and later he just accepted it. But now Eero was back. And with him all the memories and the trauma.
The handsome warrior was afraid. But not for himself. No, he feared for the fellowship. Legolas was particularly afraid of Aragorn. Eero couldn't figure out how much the man meant to the prince, because the elf would use it against him and the archer didn't want to endanger anyone.
With a small sigh, the Mirkwood elf leaned his head against the wall. The hobbits were huddled on the floor, obviously trying to sleep, but fear and cold prevented it. The handsome warrior could understand the fear well. Luckily for him, he didn't feel the terrible cold that had to be here. Once again, he was grateful for the resilience of the elves. Gimli was angry and it was more than clear that he was very unhappy with the situation. Boromir seemed lost in thought and Aragorn eyed his friend worriedly. The man knew what was going on in Legolas. They knew each other long enough that they didn't have to say what they felt and still understood each other.
"I'm cold," Pippin whimpered suddenly, attracting the prince's attention.
"We are all cold," grumbled Gimli unkindly, making the hobbits wince. The archer sighed. The dwarf had to learn to be a little gentler with the little creatures. The elf got up carefully and took off his cloak to pass it on to the trembling beings. Sam looked at the beautiful warrior in confusion.
"Aren't you cold, Sir Legolas?" The prince smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Elves are never cold, Sam. On the contrary. They radiate warmth throughout and can pass it on to other beings," Aragorn told the confused Hobbit. Sam was still nodding a little confused as the hobbits huddled together and Legolas gently wrapped the cloak over them.
"Now sleep." Pippin yawned and Merry was half asleep. With a soft laugh, the elf slid down the wall again and sat down on the hard floor again.
"Is there any way out of here?", Boromir asked quietly so as not to wake the tired hobbits. Aragorn sighed in agony.
"I honestly don't think so. Legolas?" The archer knew that the ranger was hoping for good news, but unfortunately, the handsome warrior had to disappoint him. He didn't know anything.
"I don't know, mellon-nin." With a frustrated sigh, Gimli dropped his head to the wall. "Well, great. In other words, we're stuck here and can't do anything." Boromir was about to say something, but at that moment the door opened again.
