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'......' talking in elvish
Feaelen reached the gates of Rivendell in three days. He would have made it in two, but the storm in Mirkwood delayed him. He stopped his horse as an elf guard walked up to him, his bow in hand.
'Man ess lin?' [What is your name?]
'Feaelen ess nin. I come to talk to Lord Elrond about his missing son Estel. My brother was kidnapped three says ago.' [My name is Feaelen.]
'Aphado nin,' [Follow me] The guard turned around and started walking towards the palace. Feaelen got off his horse and let another elf take his horse. He followed the guard and stopped when the guard stopped.
"Feaelen. Are you from Mirkwood?" the guard asked.
"Yes."
"Wait here." The guard knocked on the door to a room and opened it and closed. Feaelen heard voices and then the door opened once more. "Please, Lord Elrond is waiting."
"Thank you." Feaelen walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked around and noticed books, tables, chairs, and papers. Elronds study. He looked up and saw Elrond sitting at his desk, book laying open. To his right stood Elladan and to his left was Elrohir. The twins looked up at him and smiled.
"Suilad, Prince Feaelen," [Greetings] Elrond said with a smile. It's been ages since he last seen the princes of Mirkwood.
"Suilad, Lord Elrond. Lords Elladan and Elrohir. Thank you for seeing me."
"It's alright. Now, my guard said you wish to speek to me about Estel?" Elrond motioned for him to sit and Feaelen did so. "Did you not get my letter?"
"Yes Lord Elrond. I acually come with ill news. Legolas was kidnapped three, four days ago. We think the people who took Estel, took Legolas."
"That is ill news," Elladan said. "What makes you think the same people took him?"
"We found this by a dead guard." Feaelen took out a neckless from his cloak pocket. He held it up and handed it to Elrond, who just took it and stared.
"Estel always leaves this neckless behind to let us know where he's been," Elrohir said. "How did this happen?"
"Adar let Legolas go out patroling by himself. Since we were near, it wasn't a big deal. My brothers and I heard a whistel and knew Legolas needed help. He would never whistel unless he knows he's in more danger than he thinks. We arrived to late. Three dead guards laid on the ground. I found Estels neckless. I remembered the letter you sent us and I think the same people took my brother."
"At lest Estel is with him," Elrond said, handing the neckless to Elladan. "Estel will not let nothing happen to Legolas and Legolas is to stubborn to let Estel help him. Now, I'm sure you are tired from your two day travel, so I will have a room for you."
"It took me three days. There are storms in Mirkwood right now."
"That's strange. It doesn't storm often in Mirkwood," Elladan said. He rememeber watching Legolas one day when it stormed in Rivendell. Legolas was so scared of the storm, since Mirkwood gets storms once every year and they only last for an hour. "When did it start?"
"Four days ago I think."
"Well, you will not get far then. Please, rest and eat here. Tomorrow, we will ride to Mirkwood and talk to King Thranduil."
"Thank you Lord Elrond."
"Nothing to thank me for." Elrond stood up and watched his sons show Feaelen his room. Once he was alone, he stared out the window. He was worried about Estel, and now Legolas. Legolas was like a forth son to him. As were all his brothers. It had to be hard for King Thranduil for loseing his youngest. Since his wife died, he's been protective of Legolas as were his brothers. He just hoped that if Estel was with him, he would keep Legolas safe.
*Celva*
Legolas limped out of Celva's room and down the hall. He had two buckets in his hands and walked towards the door leading outside. All while he walked he remembered what Celva did.
/Flashback/
"Now my pet. Time for you to know the rules. One is only speek when spoken to. Two: I can do anything I want to you. Three: you will answer me when question, never question me. Four: tell anyone what I do and I'll kill one slave everyday. Understand?"
"Yes King Celva," Legolas whispered. He laid on the bed, Celva straddling his waist. His body was shaking. This was his first time being kidnapped and he wished Strider to be here.
"Good." Celva kised him once more and as a reaction, Legolas pulled away. Celva's eyes looked in anger and he grabbed Legolas by the chin, making the elf look at him. "What did I say?"
"Sorry, King Celva. I'm not use to ha...." Legolas was silenced by a slap to the face. His head flew to the left and stayed there.
"That is no excuse." He got off Leoglas and walked to his drawer. "A shame I have to punish you." He opened the drawer and pulled some things out, Legolas couldn't see, and closed the drawer. He walked over to the bed and smiled. "Although, punishing you will be most enjoyable."
He grabbed Legolas by the waist and turned him over on his back. He pulled his wrists behind his back and Legolas felt something wrap around his wrists. Then his ankles were bound together. He felt his shirt being ripped and thrown to the side. Legolas had a bad idea about this. Rules or no rules, he had a pride to protect. He started to stuggle against his bounds, even though Celva was tell him to stop.
"Crazy elf. If I would have known you would give me trouble, I would've had chains ready for you." Celva put a blindfold on the struggling elf and smiled. He pulled his belt off and stood over the elf. He raised his belt and let it go on Legolas's back.
"Ah!"
"Quiet while being punished." Celva brought the belt down once more, in the same spot. He smiled as Legolas jolted up at the impact.
Legolas hissed threw his clenched teeth. He wasn't going yell or scream. That's what Celva wanted and that's what he wasn't going to get. His hands clenched into fists as each lash hit his back. He felt blood flow down his sides, staining the white sheets. He lost count after twenty. His back pained now and couldn't help but let out a low moan.
"Was that a beg to stop?" Celva asked in his ear. "To bad. I'm still mad." He put the belt down on the ground and ran his hands over Legolas's wounded back, making Legolas hiss. "Even when your back is sore and bloody, it's still soft. I always thought elves were pretty. You are the pretties I've seen." He grabbed Legolas's hair and rised it up a little. "This will have to go." He reached behind his back and pulled out his dagger from his pocket and brought it to the blond hair. He cut the hait until it was up to Legolas's shoulders.
Legolas was fighting back tears. This was to much for him now. As long as he didn't cut the tip of his ears, he was going to be okay. He hoped. His back pained him and he winced as Celva rolled him over on his sore back. The rest of his shirt was removed from his body. He felt hands on his chest and he wished he didn't have the blindfold on.
"Now, time for more fun." Celva lit a candle while holding his dagger. He brought the candle closer and put the tip of the dagger on the flame. "When I was a bad boy, my father would beat me till I screamed out. Till that day, I never do. You, my pet, have been a bad elf, one that is never punished by your skin. No bruises, only small cuts, probably from getting glazed by an arrow. You must be the baby of the family."
"You do not know anything about me or my family!' Legolas spat out. Behind his blindfold, his eyes flashed with anger. He heard Celva laughed and hated the sound of it. Whenever an enemy laughs like that, it usually means trouble.
"Now, now. No hard feelings." Celva took the tip of the dagger from the flame as it glowed red. He put the tip an inch from Legolas's chest. He watched as Legolas took a deep breath. He felt the heat but didn't know where it was coming from. When he saw the chest rise up, he put the dagger on Legolas's chest. He laughed as Legolas gasp as the hot metel touched his bare skin. He held the tip there for a minute and pulled it away. He was satisfied when he saw a small burn mark.
"Why do you do this to me?" Legolas asked.
"I would have to slap you for breaking another rule. Since I'm having to much fun, I'll answer any question you throw at me." He put the tip in the flame once more. "I don't know if you know this, but I fancy young men. I love to hear them scream. Their beauty is like the sun as it sets and rises. A hobby I have. Good, is it not?"
"No. What right do you have to do this to any human."
"I have every right. I'm king around here and if I say I want a pretty boy. I will get what I want."
"You can't get what you want. What you'll get is a....." he stopped when he felt the hot metel on his chest. This time, Celva was cutting his chest. He felt blood flow from the wound and winced as the hot metel made contact with his skin.
"This is taking so long, don't you think?" Celva got up from the bed and walked to his bathroom. He filled a bowl up with steaming hot water and walked back to the bed. He sat down and looked at the bound elf, covered in blood, and burns. He pored some hot water on the cuts he made. Legolas jumped as the hot water made contact with his wound. "Enjoying yourself?" He put the bowl on the table and turned Legolas on his stomach once more. He picked the bowl up and just dumped the water on the bloody back.
"DARO!" Legolas screamed. He felt tears running down his cheek. This was to much. His arms hurt from being tied and there were wounds on his arm when the belt hit him.
"I think I'm done with you fo now." Celva untied Legolas and took some covers and cleaned his back and chest. He took the blindfold off and saw Legolas's angered eyes. "You will not tell anyone about this. You do and I'll start killing slaves off one by one. Starting with Strider." He smiled when Legolas's eyes went wide at that remark. "I've watched you two. You seem friends with him, so you breath a word of this to him or anyone else, I will kill him right on front of you. You understand me?"
Legolas was silent. He couldn't see his friend get hurt because of him. He did the only thing he could think of. "Yes, King Celva. I will not tell anyone." His head dropped down so Celva couldn't see his tears.
"Very good. Now, here's a nice clean shirt. Take those buckets by the door and get some water from outside. Then you may go to your quarters." Celva stood up and left the room.
Legolas got up, carefully not to hurt himself. He put on the shirt Celva left and grabbed the buckets. He walked out the door and headed outside.
/End flashback/
Legolas stared up at the dark sky. Water hit his face and he just put a hand to his face and wiped it away. He was thinking of his father. His brothers, friends. Everyone. Would he see them again? How long will he have to stand this torture before he breaks and kills himself? Will Celva kill Strider like he promised? All these questions filled his mind that he didn't notice a hole in the ground. His ankle twisted and he fell down. His head made contact with a rock and then his whole world went back.
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'......' talking in elvish
Feaelen reached the gates of Rivendell in three days. He would have made it in two, but the storm in Mirkwood delayed him. He stopped his horse as an elf guard walked up to him, his bow in hand.
'Man ess lin?' [What is your name?]
'Feaelen ess nin. I come to talk to Lord Elrond about his missing son Estel. My brother was kidnapped three says ago.' [My name is Feaelen.]
'Aphado nin,' [Follow me] The guard turned around and started walking towards the palace. Feaelen got off his horse and let another elf take his horse. He followed the guard and stopped when the guard stopped.
"Feaelen. Are you from Mirkwood?" the guard asked.
"Yes."
"Wait here." The guard knocked on the door to a room and opened it and closed. Feaelen heard voices and then the door opened once more. "Please, Lord Elrond is waiting."
"Thank you." Feaelen walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked around and noticed books, tables, chairs, and papers. Elronds study. He looked up and saw Elrond sitting at his desk, book laying open. To his right stood Elladan and to his left was Elrohir. The twins looked up at him and smiled.
"Suilad, Prince Feaelen," [Greetings] Elrond said with a smile. It's been ages since he last seen the princes of Mirkwood.
"Suilad, Lord Elrond. Lords Elladan and Elrohir. Thank you for seeing me."
"It's alright. Now, my guard said you wish to speek to me about Estel?" Elrond motioned for him to sit and Feaelen did so. "Did you not get my letter?"
"Yes Lord Elrond. I acually come with ill news. Legolas was kidnapped three, four days ago. We think the people who took Estel, took Legolas."
"That is ill news," Elladan said. "What makes you think the same people took him?"
"We found this by a dead guard." Feaelen took out a neckless from his cloak pocket. He held it up and handed it to Elrond, who just took it and stared.
"Estel always leaves this neckless behind to let us know where he's been," Elrohir said. "How did this happen?"
"Adar let Legolas go out patroling by himself. Since we were near, it wasn't a big deal. My brothers and I heard a whistel and knew Legolas needed help. He would never whistel unless he knows he's in more danger than he thinks. We arrived to late. Three dead guards laid on the ground. I found Estels neckless. I remembered the letter you sent us and I think the same people took my brother."
"At lest Estel is with him," Elrond said, handing the neckless to Elladan. "Estel will not let nothing happen to Legolas and Legolas is to stubborn to let Estel help him. Now, I'm sure you are tired from your two day travel, so I will have a room for you."
"It took me three days. There are storms in Mirkwood right now."
"That's strange. It doesn't storm often in Mirkwood," Elladan said. He rememeber watching Legolas one day when it stormed in Rivendell. Legolas was so scared of the storm, since Mirkwood gets storms once every year and they only last for an hour. "When did it start?"
"Four days ago I think."
"Well, you will not get far then. Please, rest and eat here. Tomorrow, we will ride to Mirkwood and talk to King Thranduil."
"Thank you Lord Elrond."
"Nothing to thank me for." Elrond stood up and watched his sons show Feaelen his room. Once he was alone, he stared out the window. He was worried about Estel, and now Legolas. Legolas was like a forth son to him. As were all his brothers. It had to be hard for King Thranduil for loseing his youngest. Since his wife died, he's been protective of Legolas as were his brothers. He just hoped that if Estel was with him, he would keep Legolas safe.
*Celva*
Legolas limped out of Celva's room and down the hall. He had two buckets in his hands and walked towards the door leading outside. All while he walked he remembered what Celva did.
/Flashback/
"Now my pet. Time for you to know the rules. One is only speek when spoken to. Two: I can do anything I want to you. Three: you will answer me when question, never question me. Four: tell anyone what I do and I'll kill one slave everyday. Understand?"
"Yes King Celva," Legolas whispered. He laid on the bed, Celva straddling his waist. His body was shaking. This was his first time being kidnapped and he wished Strider to be here.
"Good." Celva kised him once more and as a reaction, Legolas pulled away. Celva's eyes looked in anger and he grabbed Legolas by the chin, making the elf look at him. "What did I say?"
"Sorry, King Celva. I'm not use to ha...." Legolas was silenced by a slap to the face. His head flew to the left and stayed there.
"That is no excuse." He got off Leoglas and walked to his drawer. "A shame I have to punish you." He opened the drawer and pulled some things out, Legolas couldn't see, and closed the drawer. He walked over to the bed and smiled. "Although, punishing you will be most enjoyable."
He grabbed Legolas by the waist and turned him over on his back. He pulled his wrists behind his back and Legolas felt something wrap around his wrists. Then his ankles were bound together. He felt his shirt being ripped and thrown to the side. Legolas had a bad idea about this. Rules or no rules, he had a pride to protect. He started to stuggle against his bounds, even though Celva was tell him to stop.
"Crazy elf. If I would have known you would give me trouble, I would've had chains ready for you." Celva put a blindfold on the struggling elf and smiled. He pulled his belt off and stood over the elf. He raised his belt and let it go on Legolas's back.
"Ah!"
"Quiet while being punished." Celva brought the belt down once more, in the same spot. He smiled as Legolas jolted up at the impact.
Legolas hissed threw his clenched teeth. He wasn't going yell or scream. That's what Celva wanted and that's what he wasn't going to get. His hands clenched into fists as each lash hit his back. He felt blood flow down his sides, staining the white sheets. He lost count after twenty. His back pained now and couldn't help but let out a low moan.
"Was that a beg to stop?" Celva asked in his ear. "To bad. I'm still mad." He put the belt down on the ground and ran his hands over Legolas's wounded back, making Legolas hiss. "Even when your back is sore and bloody, it's still soft. I always thought elves were pretty. You are the pretties I've seen." He grabbed Legolas's hair and rised it up a little. "This will have to go." He reached behind his back and pulled out his dagger from his pocket and brought it to the blond hair. He cut the hait until it was up to Legolas's shoulders.
Legolas was fighting back tears. This was to much for him now. As long as he didn't cut the tip of his ears, he was going to be okay. He hoped. His back pained him and he winced as Celva rolled him over on his sore back. The rest of his shirt was removed from his body. He felt hands on his chest and he wished he didn't have the blindfold on.
"Now, time for more fun." Celva lit a candle while holding his dagger. He brought the candle closer and put the tip of the dagger on the flame. "When I was a bad boy, my father would beat me till I screamed out. Till that day, I never do. You, my pet, have been a bad elf, one that is never punished by your skin. No bruises, only small cuts, probably from getting glazed by an arrow. You must be the baby of the family."
"You do not know anything about me or my family!' Legolas spat out. Behind his blindfold, his eyes flashed with anger. He heard Celva laughed and hated the sound of it. Whenever an enemy laughs like that, it usually means trouble.
"Now, now. No hard feelings." Celva took the tip of the dagger from the flame as it glowed red. He put the tip an inch from Legolas's chest. He watched as Legolas took a deep breath. He felt the heat but didn't know where it was coming from. When he saw the chest rise up, he put the dagger on Legolas's chest. He laughed as Legolas gasp as the hot metel touched his bare skin. He held the tip there for a minute and pulled it away. He was satisfied when he saw a small burn mark.
"Why do you do this to me?" Legolas asked.
"I would have to slap you for breaking another rule. Since I'm having to much fun, I'll answer any question you throw at me." He put the tip in the flame once more. "I don't know if you know this, but I fancy young men. I love to hear them scream. Their beauty is like the sun as it sets and rises. A hobby I have. Good, is it not?"
"No. What right do you have to do this to any human."
"I have every right. I'm king around here and if I say I want a pretty boy. I will get what I want."
"You can't get what you want. What you'll get is a....." he stopped when he felt the hot metel on his chest. This time, Celva was cutting his chest. He felt blood flow from the wound and winced as the hot metel made contact with his skin.
"This is taking so long, don't you think?" Celva got up from the bed and walked to his bathroom. He filled a bowl up with steaming hot water and walked back to the bed. He sat down and looked at the bound elf, covered in blood, and burns. He pored some hot water on the cuts he made. Legolas jumped as the hot water made contact with his wound. "Enjoying yourself?" He put the bowl on the table and turned Legolas on his stomach once more. He picked the bowl up and just dumped the water on the bloody back.
"DARO!" Legolas screamed. He felt tears running down his cheek. This was to much. His arms hurt from being tied and there were wounds on his arm when the belt hit him.
"I think I'm done with you fo now." Celva untied Legolas and took some covers and cleaned his back and chest. He took the blindfold off and saw Legolas's angered eyes. "You will not tell anyone about this. You do and I'll start killing slaves off one by one. Starting with Strider." He smiled when Legolas's eyes went wide at that remark. "I've watched you two. You seem friends with him, so you breath a word of this to him or anyone else, I will kill him right on front of you. You understand me?"
Legolas was silent. He couldn't see his friend get hurt because of him. He did the only thing he could think of. "Yes, King Celva. I will not tell anyone." His head dropped down so Celva couldn't see his tears.
"Very good. Now, here's a nice clean shirt. Take those buckets by the door and get some water from outside. Then you may go to your quarters." Celva stood up and left the room.
Legolas got up, carefully not to hurt himself. He put on the shirt Celva left and grabbed the buckets. He walked out the door and headed outside.
/End flashback/
Legolas stared up at the dark sky. Water hit his face and he just put a hand to his face and wiped it away. He was thinking of his father. His brothers, friends. Everyone. Would he see them again? How long will he have to stand this torture before he breaks and kills himself? Will Celva kill Strider like he promised? All these questions filled his mind that he didn't notice a hole in the ground. His ankle twisted and he fell down. His head made contact with a rock and then his whole world went back.
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