Chapter 4
As I was carried across miles of land I tried not to make noise, knowing the consequences might hurt. We stopped, and then traveled onward stopping only to eat. When the time did come to eat, I was un gagged. Even blindfolded I could tell that the larger portion of the food was given to me, as if my captor wanted me to be healthy and live. My cuts were also given attention to, for I could feel the blood on my face no more, but I knew that the cuts were still there from their stinging marks.
One day, for I did not know whether it was morning or night, I was un gagged so that I could eat. A thought ran through my head, maybe this is my chance to find out where I was and who my captor was. I gathered as much courage as possible and asked my captor, "Who are you?" I could tell that my captor had heard me as he was giving me my food. I flinched as my captor removed my blindfold. It was night, for the stars shone brightly from behind a blanket of trees. He was about my height, maybe even a little taller, and had blue eyes. His hair was blond and long. He was dressed in a weird fashion that revealed that he wasn't from around here. He must be the young man that was following me that morning. Katty had said that that the young man didn't look like he was from around here. His face was fair, unlike any mortal man's. In his hair were two braids that rested behind his ears. His ears were unusually pointy for some reason. I finally knew who he was, or at least I thought I knew.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, and I am sorry we had to meet this way, for there was no time for explanations," he said in a voice so soft and beautiful. I was right! He is Legolas, son of King Thranduil, but he can't possibly be real, can he?
As I was carried across miles of land I tried not to make noise, knowing the consequences might hurt. We stopped, and then traveled onward stopping only to eat. When the time did come to eat, I was un gagged. Even blindfolded I could tell that the larger portion of the food was given to me, as if my captor wanted me to be healthy and live. My cuts were also given attention to, for I could feel the blood on my face no more, but I knew that the cuts were still there from their stinging marks.
One day, for I did not know whether it was morning or night, I was un gagged so that I could eat. A thought ran through my head, maybe this is my chance to find out where I was and who my captor was. I gathered as much courage as possible and asked my captor, "Who are you?" I could tell that my captor had heard me as he was giving me my food. I flinched as my captor removed my blindfold. It was night, for the stars shone brightly from behind a blanket of trees. He was about my height, maybe even a little taller, and had blue eyes. His hair was blond and long. He was dressed in a weird fashion that revealed that he wasn't from around here. He must be the young man that was following me that morning. Katty had said that that the young man didn't look like he was from around here. His face was fair, unlike any mortal man's. In his hair were two braids that rested behind his ears. His ears were unusually pointy for some reason. I finally knew who he was, or at least I thought I knew.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, and I am sorry we had to meet this way, for there was no time for explanations," he said in a voice so soft and beautiful. I was right! He is Legolas, son of King Thranduil, but he can't possibly be real, can he?