"Adar! Adar!" Feaelen yelled down the hall of the palace. He ran into Thranduil's room and saw his father sitting in his chair.
"Feaelen, what is wrong?" he asked, seeing the worry and fear in his eyes. He stood up and took the neckless Feaelen handed him. His face went pale at the sight. "Where did you find this?"
"In the woods. Where Legolas was patroling. We heard him whistle for help, but when we got there, we found thrtee dead guards and Estel's neckless."
"Very well. I want you to ride to Rivendell and get Lord Elrond. He should know about this at once." Thranduil turned around and just sat back down, his head in his hands. He just lost his youngest. What kind of father was he? He looked up when Alca came in, guilt and sadness in his eyes.
"Adar...I just wanted to say I'm sorry for telling you to let Legolas go out. I never should have said..." he stopped when he saw his father got up and thought he was going to get slapped for something so foolish. He was shocked though when his father hugged him.
"Do not feel sorry, Alca. You did not know what would happen. I didn't and your brothers didn't. Not even Legolas. I just sent Feaelen to get Lord Elrond. Maybe together we can find Legoals and Estel."
"Yes adar." Alca was happy he wasn't in trouble, but he still felt guilty.
"One question though. The guards we found, they were men. They wore black clothing, their hair pulled back and in a pony-tail. I never seen them before."
"Send some guards to go get the bodies. We will keep them here and see if Elrond knows anything about this." Thranduil and Alca walked out of the room and saw Runya walked their way.
"Adar. Did they tell you?"
"Yes Runya. nothing will happen to Legolas." Thranduil looked at the neckless and a small smile was seen on his face. "Knowing Estel, he won't let nothing happen to Legolas."
"Do you think Elrond will be happy to know his son is well and alive?" Alca asked.
"Yes. Although, he will be sad that now Legolas was kidnapped by the same people that took Estel."
"Elrond will help," Runya said. He started to laugh a little and then added. "Legolas was such a nice brother until he met Elronds three sons."
"I agree with you there brother," Alca said with a smile. "Legolas never dumped water on us to wake us up."
"I think those three sons are a bad influence on our little brother."
The three elves started laughing. After the laughing stopped, the only thing they could do was wait. They knew Feaelen was a fast rider and could get to Rivendell in two days. Maybe less. They just hoped Legolas and Estel were alright.
*Palace*
Legolas opened his eyes and looked around. He was on a soft, yet hard bed. It was dark and only the lighting from the storm outside gave him light. He didn't remember anything that happened. He only remembered talking to Estel. ESTEL! He shot up only to hiss in pain as he moved his arm. He felt something touch his good arm and he looked over and stared into grey eyes.
"So you are awake, Legolas. I was starting to worry."
"Estel? What happened?" Legolas felt his friend push him back down on the bed. Strong arms pulled him closer.
"Just rest and everything will be explained."
"That's what you said before you knocked me out," Legolas said, a little mad.
"Sorry about that, but I had to. I guess I might as well tell you." Strider sat up and lend against the wall. He pulled Legolas closer to him. "You are now a slave."
Legolas gasped at those words. A slave? This couldn't be. Elves were not slaves. They were free. "I do not understand."
"Ten years ago, someone took me from Rivendell. I could've stopped them and fought, but they said they would kill my brothers and father. I couldn't live with the guilt if that happened. I then found myself in this room. Men and women alike were walking around, going in and out of here. They told me this was were all the slaves lived. King Celva called for me and told me I was going to be his servent till he either kills me or I die. Nothing happened yet. For ten years I served him."
"Why am I here? Why did he take me?"
"He has this thing for pretty males and he heard that elves are pretty. He only uses them for his plesure and if he's mad, his stress."
"I will not be someones slave or servent," Legolas said. His voice sounded so scared, yet he was so stubborn.
"I am sorry for this, Legolas. Since Celva wants you as his servent, you shall be with me. I will try to keep you safe from him, but I don't think I can."
"What's going to happen?"
Strider looked down. Legolas sounded so tired now. He laid him down and covered him up more and pulled him close to his body. He laid his chin on Legolas's head and breathed in. This was not going to end well. He closed his eyes as sleep took over.
The next morning, Legolas's fever broke, but his arm was still sore. The storm outside was still there, getting stronger than weaker. Strider was watching Legolas like a hawk. He knew his friends would keep Legolas safe, but he knew no one would be safe around Celva.
"Strider," Legoals said. He started to call Estel Strider like everyone else and also Celva did know his elvish name.
"Just stick to me Legolas. You are going to meet Celva," Stider said. He placed a hand on his shoulder. Legolas was trembling a little. He didn't blam him. Legolas might be older than him by much, but Legolas was still a child to his eyes. "Just bow when you see him and what ever you do, do not get him mad. Please Legolas."
"I will try, but I don't know if I can do this. I will not let him touch me."
"I know Legolas. I will try to be there but he will always find something for me to do." He stopped in front of two big doors and knocked.
"Enter!" a voice yelled.
The doors opened and there stood Strider and Legolas. Celva smiled as he saw the elf. He was even prettier when he was clean. He stood up and they bowed to him, even though Legolas was frowning under his fallen hair.
"Welcome, elf. Tell me, do you have a name?"
"Yes."
"Do tell."
Legolas looked at Strider, who nodded. "Legolas. My name is Legolas."
"A very nice name. Your name shall be Legolas then. Now, come here." He pointed to a spot in front of him. He watched as Legolas took steps towards him and stop. Celva reached out and touched his injured arm.
"Please King Celva," Strider said, before Legolas flinched away from the touch. "His arm still hurts. It will take some time for it to heal."
"Thank you, Strider. Now, if you go and get your chores done, me and Legolas must talk." Celva smiled and touched the other arm. Strider bowed and took one last worry look at his friend and left.
"King Celva..." Legolas started, but was stopped when a hand was placed over his mouth.
"Do not talk unless talked to. First lesson. Second lesson is this." He placed his mouth over Legolas lips. Legolas tried to pull away, but Celva grabbed him from behind the head. Once the kiss was broken, Celva laughed. "I can do anything I want to you."
Legolas just stared in fear. He wanted Strider here now. He knew if Celva did anythig to him that he didn't want, he would die. Legolas felt himself being led to the bed and pushed down on it. He closed his eyes and waitted for anything that came.
Word to readers. I am not going into detail. A kiss here and there is all I will write. Nothing more. Besides, even I want to kill Celva and I'm writing this story.
"Feaelen, what is wrong?" he asked, seeing the worry and fear in his eyes. He stood up and took the neckless Feaelen handed him. His face went pale at the sight. "Where did you find this?"
"In the woods. Where Legolas was patroling. We heard him whistle for help, but when we got there, we found thrtee dead guards and Estel's neckless."
"Very well. I want you to ride to Rivendell and get Lord Elrond. He should know about this at once." Thranduil turned around and just sat back down, his head in his hands. He just lost his youngest. What kind of father was he? He looked up when Alca came in, guilt and sadness in his eyes.
"Adar...I just wanted to say I'm sorry for telling you to let Legolas go out. I never should have said..." he stopped when he saw his father got up and thought he was going to get slapped for something so foolish. He was shocked though when his father hugged him.
"Do not feel sorry, Alca. You did not know what would happen. I didn't and your brothers didn't. Not even Legolas. I just sent Feaelen to get Lord Elrond. Maybe together we can find Legoals and Estel."
"Yes adar." Alca was happy he wasn't in trouble, but he still felt guilty.
"One question though. The guards we found, they were men. They wore black clothing, their hair pulled back and in a pony-tail. I never seen them before."
"Send some guards to go get the bodies. We will keep them here and see if Elrond knows anything about this." Thranduil and Alca walked out of the room and saw Runya walked their way.
"Adar. Did they tell you?"
"Yes Runya. nothing will happen to Legolas." Thranduil looked at the neckless and a small smile was seen on his face. "Knowing Estel, he won't let nothing happen to Legolas."
"Do you think Elrond will be happy to know his son is well and alive?" Alca asked.
"Yes. Although, he will be sad that now Legolas was kidnapped by the same people that took Estel."
"Elrond will help," Runya said. He started to laugh a little and then added. "Legolas was such a nice brother until he met Elronds three sons."
"I agree with you there brother," Alca said with a smile. "Legolas never dumped water on us to wake us up."
"I think those three sons are a bad influence on our little brother."
The three elves started laughing. After the laughing stopped, the only thing they could do was wait. They knew Feaelen was a fast rider and could get to Rivendell in two days. Maybe less. They just hoped Legolas and Estel were alright.
*Palace*
Legolas opened his eyes and looked around. He was on a soft, yet hard bed. It was dark and only the lighting from the storm outside gave him light. He didn't remember anything that happened. He only remembered talking to Estel. ESTEL! He shot up only to hiss in pain as he moved his arm. He felt something touch his good arm and he looked over and stared into grey eyes.
"So you are awake, Legolas. I was starting to worry."
"Estel? What happened?" Legolas felt his friend push him back down on the bed. Strong arms pulled him closer.
"Just rest and everything will be explained."
"That's what you said before you knocked me out," Legolas said, a little mad.
"Sorry about that, but I had to. I guess I might as well tell you." Strider sat up and lend against the wall. He pulled Legolas closer to him. "You are now a slave."
Legolas gasped at those words. A slave? This couldn't be. Elves were not slaves. They were free. "I do not understand."
"Ten years ago, someone took me from Rivendell. I could've stopped them and fought, but they said they would kill my brothers and father. I couldn't live with the guilt if that happened. I then found myself in this room. Men and women alike were walking around, going in and out of here. They told me this was were all the slaves lived. King Celva called for me and told me I was going to be his servent till he either kills me or I die. Nothing happened yet. For ten years I served him."
"Why am I here? Why did he take me?"
"He has this thing for pretty males and he heard that elves are pretty. He only uses them for his plesure and if he's mad, his stress."
"I will not be someones slave or servent," Legolas said. His voice sounded so scared, yet he was so stubborn.
"I am sorry for this, Legolas. Since Celva wants you as his servent, you shall be with me. I will try to keep you safe from him, but I don't think I can."
"What's going to happen?"
Strider looked down. Legolas sounded so tired now. He laid him down and covered him up more and pulled him close to his body. He laid his chin on Legolas's head and breathed in. This was not going to end well. He closed his eyes as sleep took over.
The next morning, Legolas's fever broke, but his arm was still sore. The storm outside was still there, getting stronger than weaker. Strider was watching Legolas like a hawk. He knew his friends would keep Legolas safe, but he knew no one would be safe around Celva.
"Strider," Legoals said. He started to call Estel Strider like everyone else and also Celva did know his elvish name.
"Just stick to me Legolas. You are going to meet Celva," Stider said. He placed a hand on his shoulder. Legolas was trembling a little. He didn't blam him. Legolas might be older than him by much, but Legolas was still a child to his eyes. "Just bow when you see him and what ever you do, do not get him mad. Please Legolas."
"I will try, but I don't know if I can do this. I will not let him touch me."
"I know Legolas. I will try to be there but he will always find something for me to do." He stopped in front of two big doors and knocked.
"Enter!" a voice yelled.
The doors opened and there stood Strider and Legolas. Celva smiled as he saw the elf. He was even prettier when he was clean. He stood up and they bowed to him, even though Legolas was frowning under his fallen hair.
"Welcome, elf. Tell me, do you have a name?"
"Yes."
"Do tell."
Legolas looked at Strider, who nodded. "Legolas. My name is Legolas."
"A very nice name. Your name shall be Legolas then. Now, come here." He pointed to a spot in front of him. He watched as Legolas took steps towards him and stop. Celva reached out and touched his injured arm.
"Please King Celva," Strider said, before Legolas flinched away from the touch. "His arm still hurts. It will take some time for it to heal."
"Thank you, Strider. Now, if you go and get your chores done, me and Legolas must talk." Celva smiled and touched the other arm. Strider bowed and took one last worry look at his friend and left.
"King Celva..." Legolas started, but was stopped when a hand was placed over his mouth.
"Do not talk unless talked to. First lesson. Second lesson is this." He placed his mouth over Legolas lips. Legolas tried to pull away, but Celva grabbed him from behind the head. Once the kiss was broken, Celva laughed. "I can do anything I want to you."
Legolas just stared in fear. He wanted Strider here now. He knew if Celva did anythig to him that he didn't want, he would die. Legolas felt himself being led to the bed and pushed down on it. He closed his eyes and waitted for anything that came.
Word to readers. I am not going into detail. A kiss here and there is all I will write. Nothing more. Besides, even I want to kill Celva and I'm writing this story.