Chapter 27
The Offer
"Hello Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood," the young man told him. He slightly squeezed the hand he had grasp of and began to give a small giggle. "I have come to you with an offer. If you quit your current pilgramage I will giv eyou something you desire most. I can give you this." With the final word, he gave a wince of his eyes and a spell was cast. A lady elf appeared in front of Legolas. She was the most beautiful sight Legolas was ever gifted to view. She wore a evening gown and a golden tiara was placed upon her head. Striaght blonde hair lengthed to her waist and covering her shoulders. Legolas was severly smitten.
The man smiled in triumphance as he saw the effect the woman had on Legolas.
"She will be yours if you agree. She will easily give her life for you... for love..."
"Who are you?" Legolas managed to say. "I am here to help. All you are required to say is yes and she is yours."
Legolas thought hard and finally decided on a reply. "I don not know."
"Fine," the man told him. "I will give you a small sample."
The man released Legolas' hand and stood up. He lifted his hand and give it a flick...
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Legolas was teleported to another place. He felt memories that never existed before appear, obviously telling him what he was doing and where he was. Legolas was terrified when the memory transfusion was complete.
He was in a slave mine for a castle. Dressed in rags infested with lice, which probably once belonged to a previous worker who somehow died. His other clothes were stripped away from him and given to one of the soldiers. Man had begun to loath the elven kind and decided to use the remaining ones in Middle Earth for slave labor. They managed to capture Legolas and executed Rouge, Ryken, and Amwy for being near an elf. All three of them were hung in the courtyard and Legolas was forced to watch.
He was below a castle, in a cave. He was supposed to dig out any valuable minerals he found. But since he had just arrived, he just stood there glancing at his soroundings. Many other male elves were working themselves to death, knowing either way they were going to die. Some chose not to work and were either beat to death or executed.
A guard noticed Legolas standing still, not working. He immediatly took his whip and swung it at Legolas' back. It left a deep gash which began to bleed uncontrolably.
"GET TO WORK!" The Guard screamed at him. Legolas was to weak from the blow he had just recieved to work. The guard took another swing, and then another, leaving Legolas' back a bloody mess. He then looked at Legolas as usless and began to hit him again, this time he intended to kill Legolas. He struck more than his back now, giving Legolas blows ot the face and kicking his sides,
"Stop this immediatly!" Screamed a feminine voice from afar. Legolas kept his face on the cool dirt, unable to lif this body. The guard ceased and looked at the speaker.
"But my lady!" The guard replied.
"Do you question me?" She said clamly.
Another voice appeared. "Do as she says!"
"But my Lord!" Legolas heard a sword being un-sheathed and a sound of flesh being cut. Legolas felt something hit the ground and turned his eyes to see. The guard was decapitated.
"Quickly," the woman's voice ordered. "Carry him to the infirmary!"
Someone rolled Legolas over and picked him up in their strong arms. Legolas' face began to swell, dimming his vision, so who could not get a great picture on who was saving him from a painful death.
He was taken to a large room and gently put down on a combfortable bed. His shirt was removed by rough hands and his back was cleared of its blood.
"Will he live?" The woman anxiously asked.
"He is elven, his chances of living are far greater than his dying." Legolas suspected that this was a doctor of some sort.
A burning pain went up and down his beaten back as a lotion of some sort was placed on his back.
The doctor spoke again. "The only thing I can ask is that one of you wash his back constantly. If a efl has a broken heart of some kind, it could weaken their strong immunities and lead to infection."
Legolas was once again raised in strong arms and taken into a chamber.
"I will keep him in my Chamber for now, dear sister. It would be questionable if you kept him in yours."
"Yes, that would be best," the woman replied. "But I will assist you part of tonight."
Legolas was placed onto a nicely cushioned bed and soon felt a wet rag slide its away across his tortured back.
A cold cloth was placed near his face to bring down the swelling.
When he could finally see clearly again, he saw his two saviors. One was a handsome man, he bor red hair down to his upper back and hazel eyes. He wore a crown on his head, indicating he was a prince. But the woman was what caught his sight. The woman the mysterious man had offered him. She was dressed then same way as the man had showed him.
"Hello," she told him. "What is your name?"
Legolas felt fear come over his mind, he had acquired this from his fake memories. He feared that if he spoke ot the princess or prince that a guard would find him and finish the job. He began to shiver...
"He is shaking now!" The woman shrieked. "What shall we do?!"
"He is afraid...," the prince told her. "He has learned this from the slavehood he was given. The only cure is time."
They placed a blanket over Legolas, who had grown cold from a fever he had developed.
The woman took a hold over one of Legolas' hands while the man cleaned his back periodicly.
But Legolas was still deadly afraid...
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O'kay, In school we are reading the Diary of Anne Frank. This is how I got the idea for the slave labor etc. Things in the Hollacaust were absolutely horrible!
But thats beside the point. I still don't know if I will go on with this story or not. Motivate me by just telling me if oyu like it or not. It seems that only like three people read it to begin with, which makes me feel my efforts are wasted.....
The Offer
"Hello Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood," the young man told him. He slightly squeezed the hand he had grasp of and began to give a small giggle. "I have come to you with an offer. If you quit your current pilgramage I will giv eyou something you desire most. I can give you this." With the final word, he gave a wince of his eyes and a spell was cast. A lady elf appeared in front of Legolas. She was the most beautiful sight Legolas was ever gifted to view. She wore a evening gown and a golden tiara was placed upon her head. Striaght blonde hair lengthed to her waist and covering her shoulders. Legolas was severly smitten.
The man smiled in triumphance as he saw the effect the woman had on Legolas.
"She will be yours if you agree. She will easily give her life for you... for love..."
"Who are you?" Legolas managed to say. "I am here to help. All you are required to say is yes and she is yours."
Legolas thought hard and finally decided on a reply. "I don not know."
"Fine," the man told him. "I will give you a small sample."
The man released Legolas' hand and stood up. He lifted his hand and give it a flick...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas was teleported to another place. He felt memories that never existed before appear, obviously telling him what he was doing and where he was. Legolas was terrified when the memory transfusion was complete.
He was in a slave mine for a castle. Dressed in rags infested with lice, which probably once belonged to a previous worker who somehow died. His other clothes were stripped away from him and given to one of the soldiers. Man had begun to loath the elven kind and decided to use the remaining ones in Middle Earth for slave labor. They managed to capture Legolas and executed Rouge, Ryken, and Amwy for being near an elf. All three of them were hung in the courtyard and Legolas was forced to watch.
He was below a castle, in a cave. He was supposed to dig out any valuable minerals he found. But since he had just arrived, he just stood there glancing at his soroundings. Many other male elves were working themselves to death, knowing either way they were going to die. Some chose not to work and were either beat to death or executed.
A guard noticed Legolas standing still, not working. He immediatly took his whip and swung it at Legolas' back. It left a deep gash which began to bleed uncontrolably.
"GET TO WORK!" The Guard screamed at him. Legolas was to weak from the blow he had just recieved to work. The guard took another swing, and then another, leaving Legolas' back a bloody mess. He then looked at Legolas as usless and began to hit him again, this time he intended to kill Legolas. He struck more than his back now, giving Legolas blows ot the face and kicking his sides,
"Stop this immediatly!" Screamed a feminine voice from afar. Legolas kept his face on the cool dirt, unable to lif this body. The guard ceased and looked at the speaker.
"But my lady!" The guard replied.
"Do you question me?" She said clamly.
Another voice appeared. "Do as she says!"
"But my Lord!" Legolas heard a sword being un-sheathed and a sound of flesh being cut. Legolas felt something hit the ground and turned his eyes to see. The guard was decapitated.
"Quickly," the woman's voice ordered. "Carry him to the infirmary!"
Someone rolled Legolas over and picked him up in their strong arms. Legolas' face began to swell, dimming his vision, so who could not get a great picture on who was saving him from a painful death.
He was taken to a large room and gently put down on a combfortable bed. His shirt was removed by rough hands and his back was cleared of its blood.
"Will he live?" The woman anxiously asked.
"He is elven, his chances of living are far greater than his dying." Legolas suspected that this was a doctor of some sort.
A burning pain went up and down his beaten back as a lotion of some sort was placed on his back.
The doctor spoke again. "The only thing I can ask is that one of you wash his back constantly. If a efl has a broken heart of some kind, it could weaken their strong immunities and lead to infection."
Legolas was once again raised in strong arms and taken into a chamber.
"I will keep him in my Chamber for now, dear sister. It would be questionable if you kept him in yours."
"Yes, that would be best," the woman replied. "But I will assist you part of tonight."
Legolas was placed onto a nicely cushioned bed and soon felt a wet rag slide its away across his tortured back.
A cold cloth was placed near his face to bring down the swelling.
When he could finally see clearly again, he saw his two saviors. One was a handsome man, he bor red hair down to his upper back and hazel eyes. He wore a crown on his head, indicating he was a prince. But the woman was what caught his sight. The woman the mysterious man had offered him. She was dressed then same way as the man had showed him.
"Hello," she told him. "What is your name?"
Legolas felt fear come over his mind, he had acquired this from his fake memories. He feared that if he spoke ot the princess or prince that a guard would find him and finish the job. He began to shiver...
"He is shaking now!" The woman shrieked. "What shall we do?!"
"He is afraid...," the prince told her. "He has learned this from the slavehood he was given. The only cure is time."
They placed a blanket over Legolas, who had grown cold from a fever he had developed.
The woman took a hold over one of Legolas' hands while the man cleaned his back periodicly.
But Legolas was still deadly afraid...
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O'kay, In school we are reading the Diary of Anne Frank. This is how I got the idea for the slave labor etc. Things in the Hollacaust were absolutely horrible!
But thats beside the point. I still don't know if I will go on with this story or not. Motivate me by just telling me if oyu like it or not. It seems that only like three people read it to begin with, which makes me feel my efforts are wasted.....