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that's about it.
Author's Note: You all thought I had left you huh? But fear not, I have battled through writer's block and come out the victor. Trust me, there is much more Legolas torture to come!
Chapter 7
A small amount of time passed in which the two traveled through winding passages of hallways. Legolas tried to keep track of the twists and turns, but he soon gave up due to the exhaustion still plaguing him. He had thought that he would feel better in the morning after a night's rest, but obviously last night had not been all that restful.
The she-elf finally paused at a door and looked back at Legolas. She regarded him with contempt before pulling the large door open with a sigh. She stood to the side and glared at Legolas, not wanting to have to talk to him any more than necessary. Legolas understood her intentions and stepped past her through the door. The she-elf's eyes never left him as he walked, and as soon as he was past the threshold the heavy door slammed. Legolas started slightly, then cursed himself for doing so. He glanced back at the door, and had an odd feeling sweep over him.
What strange elves these had to be, he thought, for they did not even make their doors out of the strongest wood. It was iron. In fact, Legolas looked around the room he found himself in, most of what they had in this dwelling were made of iron. They might as well have been dwarves as far as their tastes went. Legolas shrugged off the seemingly unimportant fact and took a deep breath, steadying himself. He held his head high and looked towards the far end of the room where a fire blazed in a huge stone fireplace. Next to the mantle stood the tall dark-haired elf, the lord of this place.
The elf-lord watched as Legolas glanced for a moment around the surroundings and smiled faintly when Legolas finally turned his gaze towards him. He nodded his acknowledgement and then gestured for the young prince to come forward.
Legolas hesitated at the slight invitation and hesitantly placed a foot forward. He walked very slowly towards the elf-lord, taking in everything about the room, the arrangement of the furniture, the height of the ceiling, distance of the walls, lest he might be forced into some sort of action. He wanted to at least to know the environment if he had to fight. Yet he would not make the first move, he would wait to see what this elf wanted from him.
Legolas halted a good fifteen feet from the elf-lord, not desiring to go any further. The elf-lord stared into Legolas' eyes and smiled again, as if he knew exactly what Legolas was thinking and found it funny. Legolas kept his own face smoothed out, training himself to wait.
"Well," the elf-lord finally broke a momentary silence, "I am pleased that we have such a guest in my house."
"I would hardly say guest," Legolas said before he stopped to think about it. He had wanted to say as little as possible, not let the elf-lord know he had the upper-hand. Legolas bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to give in to the elf-lord's goading anymore.
"Either way," the elf-lord was unperturbed, "you are here, so we might as well make the best of it. Come, sit with me and let us talk"
Legolas felt off balanced, but obliged at the elf-lord's words and sat wearily into one of two chairs that had been placed to the right of them. He kept his spine straight, his muscles tightened, ready to spring into action should anything happen. But the elf-lord relaxed and sank into his own chair, and this small action of comfort confused Legolas. He suddenly realized that he truly had no idea what these elves wanted. One minute he was sure he was about to die, the next he was being made comfortable and treated like any other guest. Very disconcerting.
"It has come to my attention that you may be needing of some help," the elf-lord started. "And not just you, but your very realm."
"If you are referring to the darkness on Mirkwood, it has been nearly defeated. We do not need any further help." Legolas spoke before he knew he had done it and mentally kicked himself. He did not want this elf to know any more than necessary.
"It is not the darkness that worries me," the elf-lord replied in a very serious tone. He sounded as if he would like to add more as to what did worry him, but he left it at that. "And whether you think you need help or not, I believe that you do. And we will do all that we can here to help you."
Legolas could not keep quiet at this. "If all that you desire is to help me and my people, why capture and imprison me?"
"We have our reasons," was all the elf-lord would say.
Legolas wanted to add more pertaining to the attitude of his elves towards him but finally kept himself quiet. He suddenly found his attention focused on a sword that was placed above the intricately carved mantle of the fireplace. It was made of steel that he could tell was extremely strong even from where he sat. It virtually glowed and was covered in ancient elvish runes, some of which Legolas was surprised to see that he did not know the meaning to. The hilt was a mix between gold and some other precious metal and carved into the likeness of a dragon with emeralds and sapphires adorning it.
Legolas had to pull his attention away from the sword when he realized that the elf-lord was talking again. He picked up what seemed like the middle of a sentence, "and whether you like it or not, we will do what is for the best, so it will be better for your own self to just cooperate. That is all I wish to speak with you as of now." The elf-lord rose immediately and Legolas pulled himself up with a start. He felt disoriented, as though he was missing something obvious and should know what it was, but there was nothing. He looked once more around the room as the elf-lord strode lightly to the door and pulled it open. The she-elf immediately came in, fixing her gaze at once at Legolas as though she had expected to catch him doing something not to her liking.
"Come," she commanded Legolas. Still feeling out of sorts and hopelessly confused, Legolas walked towards her. She turned before he made it all the way and started off, not wanting him to be too close. Legolas glanced once more at the thick iron door and then at the dark elf-lord standing next to it. He nodded at Legolas' passing and Legolas looked away. But right before he was completely through the door, Legolas flicked his eyes once more at the elf-lord. The face and eyes of the elf-lord were different than they had been a moment ago, but smoothed over again before Legolas could decipher it. The door slammed a second later, and Legolas had no choice but to follow the she-elf back to the room and be caged in like an animal.
Author's Note: You all thought I had left you huh? But fear not, I have battled through writer's block and come out the victor. Trust me, there is much more Legolas torture to come!
Chapter 7
A small amount of time passed in which the two traveled through winding passages of hallways. Legolas tried to keep track of the twists and turns, but he soon gave up due to the exhaustion still plaguing him. He had thought that he would feel better in the morning after a night's rest, but obviously last night had not been all that restful.
The she-elf finally paused at a door and looked back at Legolas. She regarded him with contempt before pulling the large door open with a sigh. She stood to the side and glared at Legolas, not wanting to have to talk to him any more than necessary. Legolas understood her intentions and stepped past her through the door. The she-elf's eyes never left him as he walked, and as soon as he was past the threshold the heavy door slammed. Legolas started slightly, then cursed himself for doing so. He glanced back at the door, and had an odd feeling sweep over him.
What strange elves these had to be, he thought, for they did not even make their doors out of the strongest wood. It was iron. In fact, Legolas looked around the room he found himself in, most of what they had in this dwelling were made of iron. They might as well have been dwarves as far as their tastes went. Legolas shrugged off the seemingly unimportant fact and took a deep breath, steadying himself. He held his head high and looked towards the far end of the room where a fire blazed in a huge stone fireplace. Next to the mantle stood the tall dark-haired elf, the lord of this place.
The elf-lord watched as Legolas glanced for a moment around the surroundings and smiled faintly when Legolas finally turned his gaze towards him. He nodded his acknowledgement and then gestured for the young prince to come forward.
Legolas hesitated at the slight invitation and hesitantly placed a foot forward. He walked very slowly towards the elf-lord, taking in everything about the room, the arrangement of the furniture, the height of the ceiling, distance of the walls, lest he might be forced into some sort of action. He wanted to at least to know the environment if he had to fight. Yet he would not make the first move, he would wait to see what this elf wanted from him.
Legolas halted a good fifteen feet from the elf-lord, not desiring to go any further. The elf-lord stared into Legolas' eyes and smiled again, as if he knew exactly what Legolas was thinking and found it funny. Legolas kept his own face smoothed out, training himself to wait.
"Well," the elf-lord finally broke a momentary silence, "I am pleased that we have such a guest in my house."
"I would hardly say guest," Legolas said before he stopped to think about it. He had wanted to say as little as possible, not let the elf-lord know he had the upper-hand. Legolas bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to give in to the elf-lord's goading anymore.
"Either way," the elf-lord was unperturbed, "you are here, so we might as well make the best of it. Come, sit with me and let us talk"
Legolas felt off balanced, but obliged at the elf-lord's words and sat wearily into one of two chairs that had been placed to the right of them. He kept his spine straight, his muscles tightened, ready to spring into action should anything happen. But the elf-lord relaxed and sank into his own chair, and this small action of comfort confused Legolas. He suddenly realized that he truly had no idea what these elves wanted. One minute he was sure he was about to die, the next he was being made comfortable and treated like any other guest. Very disconcerting.
"It has come to my attention that you may be needing of some help," the elf-lord started. "And not just you, but your very realm."
"If you are referring to the darkness on Mirkwood, it has been nearly defeated. We do not need any further help." Legolas spoke before he knew he had done it and mentally kicked himself. He did not want this elf to know any more than necessary.
"It is not the darkness that worries me," the elf-lord replied in a very serious tone. He sounded as if he would like to add more as to what did worry him, but he left it at that. "And whether you think you need help or not, I believe that you do. And we will do all that we can here to help you."
Legolas could not keep quiet at this. "If all that you desire is to help me and my people, why capture and imprison me?"
"We have our reasons," was all the elf-lord would say.
Legolas wanted to add more pertaining to the attitude of his elves towards him but finally kept himself quiet. He suddenly found his attention focused on a sword that was placed above the intricately carved mantle of the fireplace. It was made of steel that he could tell was extremely strong even from where he sat. It virtually glowed and was covered in ancient elvish runes, some of which Legolas was surprised to see that he did not know the meaning to. The hilt was a mix between gold and some other precious metal and carved into the likeness of a dragon with emeralds and sapphires adorning it.
Legolas had to pull his attention away from the sword when he realized that the elf-lord was talking again. He picked up what seemed like the middle of a sentence, "and whether you like it or not, we will do what is for the best, so it will be better for your own self to just cooperate. That is all I wish to speak with you as of now." The elf-lord rose immediately and Legolas pulled himself up with a start. He felt disoriented, as though he was missing something obvious and should know what it was, but there was nothing. He looked once more around the room as the elf-lord strode lightly to the door and pulled it open. The she-elf immediately came in, fixing her gaze at once at Legolas as though she had expected to catch him doing something not to her liking.
"Come," she commanded Legolas. Still feeling out of sorts and hopelessly confused, Legolas walked towards her. She turned before he made it all the way and started off, not wanting him to be too close. Legolas glanced once more at the thick iron door and then at the dark elf-lord standing next to it. He nodded at Legolas' passing and Legolas looked away. But right before he was completely through the door, Legolas flicked his eyes once more at the elf-lord. The face and eyes of the elf-lord were different than they had been a moment ago, but smoothed over again before Legolas could decipher it. The door slammed a second later, and Legolas had no choice but to follow the she-elf back to the room and be caged in like an animal.