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for sale, hehe. So here you are, another chapter, hope you enjoy.
Chapter 6
Legolas struggled to get out of the bed, his mid-section burning as though a fire was aflame from within. The young elf rolled out of bed and clenched his teeth, willing the pain to be gone. But the unnatural pain only seemed to spread, reaching his chest and squeezing his lungs agonizingly. Legolas stood, panicked in an effort to leave the pain. He moved about senselessly, clear thoughts evading him as he was forced to focus on nothing but the pain.
The elf prince slammed into a wall and slid down it, grabbing at his chest and gasping in valiant efforts to breathe. His foot struck out on its own accord and smashed a small table that had been placed along the wall. Only one thought entered his mind, and that was of the food he had eaten not so long ago.
"The wretch did it," he gasped, trying to push himself off of the wall, "the she-devil poisoned me." He was talking to himself through clenched teeth, trying to make sense out of what was happening.
He had a sudden flash of his dream, when the elf-maiden had been standing beside him, her voice low and caring, and himself feeling that he trusted her despite all else. Of course, that was all gone now. He was certain that this new pain had been her doing, as all of the torture he had endured since being brought here had been her fault. His thoughts were growing as fiery as the pain within him, and he wanted nothing more than for her to be in the room with him right now, then he could take the pain out on her.
But his thoughts were dowsed once again by the mind-numbing fire, and he was forced to his knees. He was panting quite loudly, but he swore he was not going to scream. He was almost positive the she-elf would be outside his door, knowing what she had done to him, and waiting to hear him break.
No, Legolas shook his head though it dizzied him to do so, he would not break. Legolas rolled back onto his heels, once again concentrating in an attempt to will the pain away. His efforts went unheeded. Switching gears, he instead hoped that he would pass out from the pain and be freed from it that way. But moments ticked by, and he remained agonizingly aware of what was going on.
Ai Elbereth, Legolas sent his thoughts up to the one Valar that loved elves above all else. The creator and keeper of the stars that the elves held so dear. And perhaps she heard his prayer, for Legolas finally fell forward, his senses leaving him.
Legolas was rudely awakened by a rough slap across his cheek. His sightless eyes jerked, and expression came into them as his senses awoke. The she-elf came into his vision, her black eyes boring down into his. She straightened when she knew he was awake and took a few steps back. "My lord wishes to see you," she said.
Legolas ignored her for the moment and looked down on himself. He was sprawled on the bed, but the last thing he remembered was being on the floor in agony. He looked at her suspiciously, "How did I get in the bed?"
She gave him a non-plussed look. "Obviously you put yourself into it. Now kindly get out of it, for my lord summons you."
Legolas slid up into a sitting position, but did not bother to go any further than that. He was not going to move out of that room until he had something figured out. Last night's events were confusing, and he wanted to make sense out of them. He could remember himself being in pain, but he could not exactly remember the pain, and there was no sign of it left in his system. Obviously he had been poisoned, but he could feel none of that inside of him either. He felt fine.
The she-elf was getting impatient. "I was under the impression that all young princes were taught courtesy, yet you refuse to oblige an order that is given to you by an elf higher than yourself."
Legolas finally broke his thoughts off of the night before and turned his gaze onto her again. "It is indeed rude to not answer a higher elf," he spoke softly, "but in this case I have no fear of defying an elf higher than myself."
The she-elf's fathomless eyes suddenly blazed as she caught onto his subtle insult of her own lord. She went for him, closing the small gap between them much faster than Legolas had anticipated. She pulled him forward with an iron grip around his throat.
"My lord is in truth much higher than you could ever perceive being. I will not stand by and see an arrogant, meaningless prince belittle him. Now get up and walk on your own feet or I will have you bound and led in."
When she was done speaking, she released her grip and threw Legolas back down. He dragged in a pained breath through his crushed throat while immediately pulling himself back up. Keeping true to his earlier promise, he would never let her see him beaten.
Not wishing to be chained again, Legolas swung his legs to the side and gracefully stood. He used every ounce of strength left in him to appear totally unaffected by her harsh treatment. He did not even allow himself the breath that he desperately needed, but forced himself to breathe in normal amounts of oxygen. His pride would not be dimmed.
The she-elf turned promptly on her heel and walked through the door. Legolas followed grimly, but did not bother to walk too quickly. He would go on his own time. As Legolas passed through the door, he glanced over at the wall, and his eyes fell on the small table standing up beside it. He had a sudden flash of his foot blindly striking it down last night in the midst of the throes of pain, smashing the piece of furniture. It was standing in a pristine state, with not a mark on it.
Chapter 6
Legolas struggled to get out of the bed, his mid-section burning as though a fire was aflame from within. The young elf rolled out of bed and clenched his teeth, willing the pain to be gone. But the unnatural pain only seemed to spread, reaching his chest and squeezing his lungs agonizingly. Legolas stood, panicked in an effort to leave the pain. He moved about senselessly, clear thoughts evading him as he was forced to focus on nothing but the pain.
The elf prince slammed into a wall and slid down it, grabbing at his chest and gasping in valiant efforts to breathe. His foot struck out on its own accord and smashed a small table that had been placed along the wall. Only one thought entered his mind, and that was of the food he had eaten not so long ago.
"The wretch did it," he gasped, trying to push himself off of the wall, "the she-devil poisoned me." He was talking to himself through clenched teeth, trying to make sense out of what was happening.
He had a sudden flash of his dream, when the elf-maiden had been standing beside him, her voice low and caring, and himself feeling that he trusted her despite all else. Of course, that was all gone now. He was certain that this new pain had been her doing, as all of the torture he had endured since being brought here had been her fault. His thoughts were growing as fiery as the pain within him, and he wanted nothing more than for her to be in the room with him right now, then he could take the pain out on her.
But his thoughts were dowsed once again by the mind-numbing fire, and he was forced to his knees. He was panting quite loudly, but he swore he was not going to scream. He was almost positive the she-elf would be outside his door, knowing what she had done to him, and waiting to hear him break.
No, Legolas shook his head though it dizzied him to do so, he would not break. Legolas rolled back onto his heels, once again concentrating in an attempt to will the pain away. His efforts went unheeded. Switching gears, he instead hoped that he would pass out from the pain and be freed from it that way. But moments ticked by, and he remained agonizingly aware of what was going on.
Ai Elbereth, Legolas sent his thoughts up to the one Valar that loved elves above all else. The creator and keeper of the stars that the elves held so dear. And perhaps she heard his prayer, for Legolas finally fell forward, his senses leaving him.
Legolas was rudely awakened by a rough slap across his cheek. His sightless eyes jerked, and expression came into them as his senses awoke. The she-elf came into his vision, her black eyes boring down into his. She straightened when she knew he was awake and took a few steps back. "My lord wishes to see you," she said.
Legolas ignored her for the moment and looked down on himself. He was sprawled on the bed, but the last thing he remembered was being on the floor in agony. He looked at her suspiciously, "How did I get in the bed?"
She gave him a non-plussed look. "Obviously you put yourself into it. Now kindly get out of it, for my lord summons you."
Legolas slid up into a sitting position, but did not bother to go any further than that. He was not going to move out of that room until he had something figured out. Last night's events were confusing, and he wanted to make sense out of them. He could remember himself being in pain, but he could not exactly remember the pain, and there was no sign of it left in his system. Obviously he had been poisoned, but he could feel none of that inside of him either. He felt fine.
The she-elf was getting impatient. "I was under the impression that all young princes were taught courtesy, yet you refuse to oblige an order that is given to you by an elf higher than yourself."
Legolas finally broke his thoughts off of the night before and turned his gaze onto her again. "It is indeed rude to not answer a higher elf," he spoke softly, "but in this case I have no fear of defying an elf higher than myself."
The she-elf's fathomless eyes suddenly blazed as she caught onto his subtle insult of her own lord. She went for him, closing the small gap between them much faster than Legolas had anticipated. She pulled him forward with an iron grip around his throat.
"My lord is in truth much higher than you could ever perceive being. I will not stand by and see an arrogant, meaningless prince belittle him. Now get up and walk on your own feet or I will have you bound and led in."
When she was done speaking, she released her grip and threw Legolas back down. He dragged in a pained breath through his crushed throat while immediately pulling himself back up. Keeping true to his earlier promise, he would never let her see him beaten.
Not wishing to be chained again, Legolas swung his legs to the side and gracefully stood. He used every ounce of strength left in him to appear totally unaffected by her harsh treatment. He did not even allow himself the breath that he desperately needed, but forced himself to breathe in normal amounts of oxygen. His pride would not be dimmed.
The she-elf turned promptly on her heel and walked through the door. Legolas followed grimly, but did not bother to walk too quickly. He would go on his own time. As Legolas passed through the door, he glanced over at the wall, and his eyes fell on the small table standing up beside it. He had a sudden flash of his foot blindly striking it down last night in the midst of the throes of pain, smashing the piece of furniture. It was standing in a pristine state, with not a mark on it.