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Chapter 9--Directions To Free An Elf

Jaisia charged into the castle full tilt, hooves clattering on the stone floor. She burst into the throne room and skidded to a stop.

Aragorn looked up. "Jaisia, I just received a--" he began.

"Ransom note," Jaisia finished. "I know-- I talked to Legolas through the bond."

"Could he tell you where he was?" Aragorn asked eagerly.

"No, he was unconscious when they brought him there, but he is unharmed," Jaisia said. "What do we need to do to get him back?"

" We are to meet east of the city away from the gate in three days. They want one thousand gold coins, it is to be brought in a wagon, I may have one person with me, but both of us must be unarmed. One kidnapper will drive off the wagon then Legolas will be returned to us there and then," Aragorn said.

"That is a lot of gold, can I go with you to deliver it?" Jaisia asked.

"I cannot think of anyone better," Aragorn said.

**Meanwhile**

Legolas had never been so bored in his life. The room was dark though his exceptional eyesight made him able to see. Unfortunately there was nothing to see, the room was empty except for the paltry furnishings. Legolas paced around the room. It wasn't much help nor was it particularly amusing. The whole miserable situation was very frustrating. Legolas wondered how long he would be held before the exchange took place. He still wanted to escape before it happened.

Finally he paused and examined the shutters. Perhaps I could force them open and escape, he thought. It would be something to do anyway. He shoved against the shutters with all his strength, but nothing happened. Legolas muttered a few curses under his breath and shoved harder. All the sudden something gave and the shutters flew open. Legolas almost toppled right out the window, but he managed to catch himself. A key rattled in the lock. Legolas quickly yanked the shutters shut again and faced the door. He hoped no one had seen the shutters open.

One of his captors came into the room, dressed as before, carrying a tray of food. "I brought supper," he said. He put the tray on the table. "Enjoy your meal, sire."

Legolas disliked the mockery in his tone of voice. "For all I care you can shove your food up your arse," he snapped. By Elbereth, I have been around Jaisia too much; I am beginning to sound like her!! he thought.

"Do what you want, elf. I do not care if you eat or not," there man said. He left and relocked the door behind him.

Legolas had seen it was still daylight and so he decided to wait until it got dark. He went over to see what was on the tray. "Porridge, I hate this so called food--" He picked up the spoon and stabbed it into the bowl. Much to his disgust it stood straight up. "-- If I did not know they need me alive I would swear they were trying to poison me with disgusting food," he muttered. He decided to skip supper, losing one meal wouldn't kill him, but the food might. He stretched out on the bed and waited for night. After what seemed like hours it got dark. No one came for the tray-- probably fearing Legolas might throw the tray at whoever entered. It wasn't such a bad idea; the porridge was probably a lethal weapon in itself. Legolas went back to the window and shoved the shutters open. He carefully clambered out and smirking in triumph, fled into the night….

Hahahahaha, this chapter was to amuse myself, hope it amuses all of you too! R/R please!!!