Chapter 4
After the strange man had disappeared, Legolas could not prevent him from falling into the darkness. But strangely enough, there was something calm and peaceful about it, for there was no pain.
She was disturbed, however, when the prince was brutally torn to his feet. Immediately, his head protested with sharp pain and the blond elf gritted his teeth so as not to groan in pain. Black dots danced before his eyes, so he stumbled after the figure who had put her hand roughly around the slender arm and pulled it with him.
When his vision became a little clearer, the archer found himself in a dark passage. Outside his cell. Immediately his survival instinct kicked in and the beautiful warrior tried to free himself from the much too rough grip of another, stocky human. It wasn't the man from before, but that didn't make Legolas any more likable.
But his attempts to free himself were hopeless. The man was much stronger than the elf and the movement only made the headache worse. The prince suppressed a frustrated snort. Great, where was he taken to now? His heart beat faster at the thought that came to him. Would the strange man from earlier now start to make his threat come true?
The archer bit his lip with determination. No sound would leave his mouth. The man kept pulling him roughly around and this slowly got on Legolas' nerves. "Could you perhaps do it a little slower and gentler," the elf asked angrily, but the man did not seem to think it necessary to look at him at all. "Shut up, dirty elf."
The archer rolled his eyes. Why was everyone here so nice? But the rest of the way, the beautiful warrior kept silent, because he was sure that further statements would only make his condition worse.
The human pulled him into a dark room. The prince blinked several times to look around. The room was empty. Except for the strange man from before, who stared at him with a cruel smile. Everything in Legolas contracted in fear, but he refused to show even the slightest movement.
The man who had brought him here threw him to the ground and the prince could only just catch himself. Harsh and amused laughter resounded from the strange man in front of him and the elf straightened up immediately, although the pain shot straight back through his banged head. But the archer would certainly not lie down before the human. His pride would not allow that.
The man approached him grinning and the beautiful warrior forbade himself to step back, although he would have preferred to flee. Smiling, the man Legolas stroked the smooth skin on his cheek and the prince almost trembled with disgust. He did not want to be touched by this disgusting creature. "You belong to me now, elf."
This time, the elf could not stop himself from laughing scornfully. How daring was this man? "I belong to no one!" A strange and insane expression came into the eyes of the man who worried the beautiful warrior. What was he doing? "You are a very confident and proud being, but we will be able to do something about that."
With these words, the man pulled the archer with him. The Mirkwood elf did not resist, for he knew that this would only make the pain worse and would bring nothing. " Get on your knees." But Legolas did not care. He would never kneel before this disgusting creature.
The man's face twisted with rage and he kicked the elf in the back of his knees so that he went down to the ground with a surprised gasp. Immediately his hands were bound and a cold shiver ran down the archer's back when he noticed that the man had pulled a knife and was grinning at him angrily. For a brief moment, the prince closed his eyes. 'Help me, Aragorn,' he whispered in his thoughts.