Disclaimer:
Not Mine
A/N:
hehehe... i love legolas..... but you prolly couldn't tell..... Geez but I'm a sadistic li'l bitch..... i hope you guyz like this chapter, I'm kinda proud of it cause i finally got an idea of what is gonna happen :) Sorry about the wait......
Legolas' Mistake
Part Two
Horses. Yes, Frodo could hear them. Horses in the distance. Could it be the bandits returning Legolas to them? Frodo cursed for giving himself false hope.
There was a thud and all the horses rode off.
"Do you think it could be Legolas?!" Frodo asked.
"Maybe, let's go see."
The group ran into the forest and headed toward the possible elf.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Legolas??" Aragorn yelled as they all ran toward what they were all hoping to be their elven companion, "LEGOLAS!???????"
They all reached the clering at the same time, eyes wide.
"What is this!?" Gimli growled, walking up to the person who lay unconscious on the ground in front of them. Gimli walked grufly over to the creature and flipped it over. They all gasped in unison.
"An elf?" Frodo asked, "Is it male or female...?"
"I think it's a girl..." Aragorn replied.
"I ain't a flipping girl man creature," came the choked and shallow response from the elf on the ground.
"It's alive..." Gimli said gazing at Sam and Frodo, obviously displeased. He looked back to the elf, who had fallen unconscious again, "Well, maybe not..."
Aragorn reached down and felt for a pulse.
"It is dead right?" Gimli asked.
"No, he's alive."
"Oh."
"What should we do with him? What say you ringbearer?" Aragorn asked.
"Uh..." Frodo seemed interested with something else. He crouched next to the boy and reached forward, claiming something from the elf's headband. "What is this?"
Aragorn took it and opened it. It was a letter addressed to the King of Mirkwood written in Elvish. Aragorn's eyes got wide as he read it, then his eyes closed slowly and he let the letter slip onto the earth.
Gimli, as well as the rest of the Fellowship, had been watching Aragorn with keen eyes, studying his every move.
"What is it my friend?" Gimli asked tentivly, "Does it speak of our missing comrad?"
"Yes Gimli," Aragorn replied, "But I am afraid that it bears ill news. It tells Legolas has been kidnapped by the Thieves of Ayn. He is being held for ransom and will be tortured and then killed at the hand of their leader if we do not succumb to their demands."
The fellowship was silent until young Frodo spoke up.
"What.... what are we to do...?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas had been going in and out of consciousness several times throughout the last hour or so. He opened his eyes slowly. It hurt. It hurt to move, it hurt to think, it hurt to live. His clothing was torn and bloodied. His beautiful face was bruised and cut. His hair was ragged and dirty. That was it... that's how he felt. Dirty. His delicate hands, chained to a wall by steel manicles, the metal digging into his wrists... This place, this dark tunnel of a place, was desolate. It was like hell. Legolas wished that his captors had killed him instead of keeping him here to shudder in startled fright as rats ran over his bare feet. why dfid they want him? Was he worth something to him or was he just another person to play with?
He sighed and would have broke into tears if he had not heard the footsteps approaching.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yuri awoke in confusion. Instead of the dark, cold cave or hard ground, he awoke in a soft bed in a dimly lit room. He sat up quickly and fell back down almost instantly. He was hurt. His head pounded and he felt a burning pain on his chest. After spending a few moments to calm himself, he pushed himself off of the bed. Hurridly dressing in his poufy white shirt, black pants, kneehigh boots and long red robe that had been cleaned and neatly placed on a chir in the corner of the room, Yuri heard footsteps.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn opened the door only to almost walk right into a short sword pointing at his heart.
"I see you have awakened," Aragorn said.
"Yes, I suppose I have," Yuri replied, using one hand to pushed his short silver hair out of his face, "What of it?"
"Your name?" Aragorn asked.
"You first."
"Aragorn."
"Yuri."
"Good then. Yuri," Aragorn said thoughtfully, "You and I have to have a little talk."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The footsteps, Legolas found out, were those of two brawny men in black clothing and a tall man with an elegent air about him.
"It's that time again, young Prince of Mirkwood," said the eleogent man, "Bow to me now or face the dire..."
"Consequences?" Legolas finished sarcastically. He turned his face to the man, his eyes dangerous and full of rebelian, he uttered one word, "Never."
The man frowned, "Hmm, rather disobediant are we?" He smirked furtively, "I suppose we shall have to teach you a lesson then." He motioned to the brawny men, "Bring him."
Some of Legolas' blood was spilled from him and his inward screamed shattered his ears to silence.
A/N:
Whaddya think? sucks? rules? continue? give up writing entirely?
Not Mine
A/N:
hehehe... i love legolas..... but you prolly couldn't tell..... Geez but I'm a sadistic li'l bitch..... i hope you guyz like this chapter, I'm kinda proud of it cause i finally got an idea of what is gonna happen :) Sorry about the wait......
Legolas' Mistake
Part Two
Horses. Yes, Frodo could hear them. Horses in the distance. Could it be the bandits returning Legolas to them? Frodo cursed for giving himself false hope.
There was a thud and all the horses rode off.
"Do you think it could be Legolas?!" Frodo asked.
"Maybe, let's go see."
The group ran into the forest and headed toward the possible elf.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Legolas??" Aragorn yelled as they all ran toward what they were all hoping to be their elven companion, "LEGOLAS!???????"
They all reached the clering at the same time, eyes wide.
"What is this!?" Gimli growled, walking up to the person who lay unconscious on the ground in front of them. Gimli walked grufly over to the creature and flipped it over. They all gasped in unison.
"An elf?" Frodo asked, "Is it male or female...?"
"I think it's a girl..." Aragorn replied.
"I ain't a flipping girl man creature," came the choked and shallow response from the elf on the ground.
"It's alive..." Gimli said gazing at Sam and Frodo, obviously displeased. He looked back to the elf, who had fallen unconscious again, "Well, maybe not..."
Aragorn reached down and felt for a pulse.
"It is dead right?" Gimli asked.
"No, he's alive."
"Oh."
"What should we do with him? What say you ringbearer?" Aragorn asked.
"Uh..." Frodo seemed interested with something else. He crouched next to the boy and reached forward, claiming something from the elf's headband. "What is this?"
Aragorn took it and opened it. It was a letter addressed to the King of Mirkwood written in Elvish. Aragorn's eyes got wide as he read it, then his eyes closed slowly and he let the letter slip onto the earth.
Gimli, as well as the rest of the Fellowship, had been watching Aragorn with keen eyes, studying his every move.
"What is it my friend?" Gimli asked tentivly, "Does it speak of our missing comrad?"
"Yes Gimli," Aragorn replied, "But I am afraid that it bears ill news. It tells Legolas has been kidnapped by the Thieves of Ayn. He is being held for ransom and will be tortured and then killed at the hand of their leader if we do not succumb to their demands."
The fellowship was silent until young Frodo spoke up.
"What.... what are we to do...?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas had been going in and out of consciousness several times throughout the last hour or so. He opened his eyes slowly. It hurt. It hurt to move, it hurt to think, it hurt to live. His clothing was torn and bloodied. His beautiful face was bruised and cut. His hair was ragged and dirty. That was it... that's how he felt. Dirty. His delicate hands, chained to a wall by steel manicles, the metal digging into his wrists... This place, this dark tunnel of a place, was desolate. It was like hell. Legolas wished that his captors had killed him instead of keeping him here to shudder in startled fright as rats ran over his bare feet. why dfid they want him? Was he worth something to him or was he just another person to play with?
He sighed and would have broke into tears if he had not heard the footsteps approaching.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yuri awoke in confusion. Instead of the dark, cold cave or hard ground, he awoke in a soft bed in a dimly lit room. He sat up quickly and fell back down almost instantly. He was hurt. His head pounded and he felt a burning pain on his chest. After spending a few moments to calm himself, he pushed himself off of the bed. Hurridly dressing in his poufy white shirt, black pants, kneehigh boots and long red robe that had been cleaned and neatly placed on a chir in the corner of the room, Yuri heard footsteps.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn opened the door only to almost walk right into a short sword pointing at his heart.
"I see you have awakened," Aragorn said.
"Yes, I suppose I have," Yuri replied, using one hand to pushed his short silver hair out of his face, "What of it?"
"Your name?" Aragorn asked.
"You first."
"Aragorn."
"Yuri."
"Good then. Yuri," Aragorn said thoughtfully, "You and I have to have a little talk."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The footsteps, Legolas found out, were those of two brawny men in black clothing and a tall man with an elegent air about him.
"It's that time again, young Prince of Mirkwood," said the eleogent man, "Bow to me now or face the dire..."
"Consequences?" Legolas finished sarcastically. He turned his face to the man, his eyes dangerous and full of rebelian, he uttered one word, "Never."
The man frowned, "Hmm, rather disobediant are we?" He smirked furtively, "I suppose we shall have to teach you a lesson then." He motioned to the brawny men, "Bring him."
Some of Legolas' blood was spilled from him and his inward screamed shattered his ears to silence.
A/N:
Whaddya think? sucks? rules? continue? give up writing entirely?