Disclaimer- Refer to the first page, I have umpteen other chapters to write, and I think once at the start of each story is enough 4 me
Thanx so much to the 2 pplz who reviewed, this chapter is a little longer, enjoy guys
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Aelon woke at first light the next morning, and looked out the window. She hadn't heard horses, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. She turned over and curled back around her daughter, brushing her blond hair from her face.
" Saalli Legolasse Greenleaf, you remind me so much of your father," she murmured into he daughter's hair.
The young girl curled up into the embrace, and sighed softly in her sleep. Seconds later she closed her eyes, and heard several orcs storm into the chamber, fuming with anger, muttering their foul black speech
And slamming and crashing something around. Aelon extended her hand across to the other side of the bed,
A tear slipping down her cheek. "Legolas," she whispered, barely audible. The next minute she was dragged roughly from her bed by her hair, and thrown across the cold floor, where a man stopped her and drew a knife to her neck before she could move.
"Where is he, where is the last prince," he said through gritted teeth. Aelon choked, he had his arm so tight around her throat.
"I don't know, I already told you he was running an errand for the King," she said desperately, clawing at the arm round her neck. He tightened it, and dug the knife into her throat.
"Lets try again, where is the tree rat?" he sneered in her ear. She could smell alcohol on his breath, not good for her.
"I told you, I don't know anymore about his whereabouts, other than he should be back soon," she mouthed the last bit, because of the lack of air. Tears were running down her cheeks. The man let her loose and gave her a hard slap across the face, tossing her back on the bed. Saalli buried her face in her mother's shoulder.
"Mommy…………." She said softly, "please don't cry"
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As Legolas got closer to the palace he could sense the darkness growing larger in his mind. When his horse balked, he dismounted and let the animal run free, checking his weapons. He held his bow, and had several arrows ready to shoot at the slightest hint of danger. He crept through the trees until they thinned out a little, and he climbed one to get a better look.
There was no activity to be seen the courtyard was empty and silent. A smell tainted his nose. Elf Blood.
Legolas cursed. Something had happened here, and it was not good. He decided to wait for the cover of darkness to investigate things, and made himself comfortable in the tree to rest. He closed his eyes, not to sleep, but to recover a little strength. He had barely stopped his journey since he started, and he needed to stop a little while. When he finally saw the sun set he readied himself. All his arrows were in his quiver. He had eaten and drunk earlier, and hid away his packs to come back for. His daggers were at his side, as were his swords and he had a long knife concealed in his boot. He dropped silently from the tree as soon as the sky was nearly black, and quietly made his way to the palace.
Aelon knelt in the main hall, in front of nearly two thousand Orcs, listening intently to the ramblings of the two men who were in charge. They were both big, and covered in muscle, and she didn't dare doubt for a moment that either of them could fight well. Saalli was kneeling next to her, and sobbing softly into her hands to muffle the sounds. One of the men, Mikal, had hit her earlier for defiance, and it was not a light blow either. There was a deep bruise on her face, which she refused to show anyone. It was very early in the morning, one, maybe two o'clock. Suddenly Aelon heard something, a struggle, it was far away, and the men's insensitive ears did not pick it up. As it got louder, The preaching stopped, and she lifted her head.
There was a shuffling of Uriuk-Hai feet, and the doors burst open. There must have been about twenty of them, and they shoved an elf to the floor. Aelon gasped, looking from the two men to the Uriuk-Hai, her eyes filled with fear.
"So you have finally decided to grace us with you appearance, Tree Rat, I must say, you are a bit smarter than your brothers before you, but it will not save you, either." He smiled cruelly.
If there had been any color in Legolas' moonlit face it drained when he heard theses words.
The Men smiled more. He clicked his fingers at the Uruik-Hai and orcs alike.
"Attack him."
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Ok, hope this chapter was a little better, and it was a bit longer-
R/R, no flames
