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It's been a while, but I'm back!
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Lauregalen stared at his bedroom wall. He felt as though there was an empty place where his heart was, and it hurt so much. How could he have let Legolas get captured. True, he himself was only the human equivalent of a seventeen year-old, but he still should have looked out for Legolas. He knew that his brother would get into some type of trouble, but never imagined it to be so severe.
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Arwen decided to quickly leave before her brothers found her, not that they would be mad at her. They would want her to be cruel to whoever was in their room. By the sounds of the screams, he sounded very young. Arwen came to her room and entered. She tried not to think of the young elf that was being tortured, but it kept coming back into her mind. No, thought Arwen, I'm not going to sit here and do nothing.
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Legolas breathed a sigh of relief when Elladan and Elrohir exited the room. In the end, all of his efforts were wasted when he was forced to bow down to the twins. He felt like a weakling. Ada and Laure wouldn't have bowed down, he thought, I'm such a disgrace to Mirkwood. No one probably misses me, since I'm so weak. A wave of annoyance hit Legolas as his stomach growled with hunger. I'm so hungry, I would even eat Ada's cooking right now.
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Arwen entered her brothers' room as silently as she could. What she saw made her feel deep pity for the little elf. An elfling was lying on the ground, and apparently had been crying. The whip marks didn't look too good either. She tried to talk to him, but he just looked away. When she tried to help him up, he flinched. Arwen was at a loss for what to do.
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Legolas heard someone open the door, and realized it was a she-elf. She couldn't have been that much older than Legolas. When she looked at him, Legolas turned a shade of red; he still wasn't wearing leggings. The she-elf tried to talk to him, but Legolas was too scared to reply. When she reached out to him, he flinched, thinking she was going to hurt him. She didn't look like she was going to, but Legolas didn't feel like trusting anyone except Thranduil and Lauregalen, not after what just happened. Just then, Legolas heard footsteps and his fear increased tenfold. The she-elf must have heard it too, because she turned pale-more pale than she already was. The door opened and Legolas heard,
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
It's been a while, but I'm back!
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Lauregalen stared at his bedroom wall. He felt as though there was an empty place where his heart was, and it hurt so much. How could he have let Legolas get captured. True, he himself was only the human equivalent of a seventeen year-old, but he still should have looked out for Legolas. He knew that his brother would get into some type of trouble, but never imagined it to be so severe.
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Arwen decided to quickly leave before her brothers found her, not that they would be mad at her. They would want her to be cruel to whoever was in their room. By the sounds of the screams, he sounded very young. Arwen came to her room and entered. She tried not to think of the young elf that was being tortured, but it kept coming back into her mind. No, thought Arwen, I'm not going to sit here and do nothing.
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Legolas breathed a sigh of relief when Elladan and Elrohir exited the room. In the end, all of his efforts were wasted when he was forced to bow down to the twins. He felt like a weakling. Ada and Laure wouldn't have bowed down, he thought, I'm such a disgrace to Mirkwood. No one probably misses me, since I'm so weak. A wave of annoyance hit Legolas as his stomach growled with hunger. I'm so hungry, I would even eat Ada's cooking right now.
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Arwen entered her brothers' room as silently as she could. What she saw made her feel deep pity for the little elf. An elfling was lying on the ground, and apparently had been crying. The whip marks didn't look too good either. She tried to talk to him, but he just looked away. When she tried to help him up, he flinched. Arwen was at a loss for what to do.
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Legolas heard someone open the door, and realized it was a she-elf. She couldn't have been that much older than Legolas. When she looked at him, Legolas turned a shade of red; he still wasn't wearing leggings. The she-elf tried to talk to him, but Legolas was too scared to reply. When she reached out to him, he flinched, thinking she was going to hurt him. She didn't look like she was going to, but Legolas didn't feel like trusting anyone except Thranduil and Lauregalen, not after what just happened. Just then, Legolas heard footsteps and his fear increased tenfold. The she-elf must have heard it too, because she turned pale-more pale than she already was. The door opened and Legolas heard,
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"