Elizabeth stood in front of five elves, all eyes watching her. She looked at the two elves that talked to her in the forest. She finally remembered their names. Elladan and Feaelen. She looked up when one of the elves started to talk.

"Feaelen, why did you bring her here?" Alca asked. "We need to figure out where Legolas is and Estel."

"I know where they are," Elizabeth said.

"You do? You know where our sons are?" Elrond asked. He stood up and looked at her. She looked afraid and yet, calm. "Please, sit and tell us everything." He motioned for her to sit and she obeyed. They were finally getting answers.

"My name is Elizabeth and I come from King Celva's palace. It's not far from here, about a day travel," she started.

"Who is King Celva?" Thranduil asked.

"A slave owner. He goes around villages and takes people who he thinks are either pretty or will do is bidding. Some of us live for about a year or two and then he kills us."

"What does this have to do with us?" Elrohir asked.

"Estel and Legolas are there. She saw them," Elladan said. "Elizabeth, please tell us everything."

"Alright. When they brought Strider...sorry Estel in, he was angry. He said they took him from his home in the middle of the night. He wanted us to call him Strider so Celva wouldn't know about his real name. He told us he lived with elves and wanted to go back, but remembered Celva telling him if he escaped, he would find his home once more and kill his family. He wouldn't allow. So he stayed with us. He was a lucky one. He's been Celvas slave the longest. While he stayed with us, he told us everything about the elves he lived with. He taught us some words and he used the healing herbs he could find and cared for us."

"So he's alright?" Elrohir asked.

"Yes. He's healthy and fine. That's when I left. Now, I'm really not sure."

"Can you tell us anything about my brother?" Runya asked.

She looked into his eyes and then at the other blond elves. They really cared for Legolas and probably would do anything to get him back. "Yes. His name is Legolas? Well, when he was brought in he was sick. Strider said he was posioned so we all worked and helped him get Legolas better. Then, as I was cleaning upstairs, I looked out the window and saw Legolas. It's hard for me to tell you this. I can see in your eyes you care for him and what I'm about to tell you will break your heart or you'll get mad."

"Please. Tell us," Thranduil said. "Even if it's bad you must tell us so we know what expect when we find them." He sat down in his chair and looked at her.

"Alright. I looked out the window and saw Legolas walking outside. His.....his back was covered in blood. Blood just covered the shirt he wore, and it was Celvas shirt, not his. His hair...my god is hair was so short. I think up to his shoulders. He was just a mess. Then he just fell. He hit his head on a rock and then he was still. I was about to tell the other slaves what was going on, but I heard Strider outside asking Legolas if he was alright."

"So when you left he was wounded?" Elrond asked.

"Yes. Knowing Strider, he helped Legolas get better."

"Why did he take my son? Why did he take Estel?" Thranduil asked, trying to be calm. This girl was only helping them. "I'm sorry for being snappy at you."

"It's alright. I don't know why he took Strider, but Legolas....he took Legolas so he could use him as his own pleasure and stress relief." She looked away, not wanting to look at them when they asked the next question.

"What do you mean by that?" Elladan asked.

"He would take any pretty male that catches his eye. Once he finds them, he would use them for pleasure whenever he needed one. He is a sick man. When he's mad or stressed out, he would use them and just beat them. I'm sorry to say this, but that's why he took Legolas. For his own sick pleasure."

"Very well," Thranduil said. He stood up and looked out the window. "Feaelen, will you show Elizabeth her room? I think she would like to rest after all this."

"Yes adar." Feaelen took Elizabeth by the arm and showed her out.

While she was gone, Thranduil turned back around. He was red in the face, but they could tell he was trying to calm down. Elrond walked over to him and touched his arm.

"I know you hate all this. But befor you rush out, we need to think of something. We need to get them out of there alive."

"Let us help," the twins said.

"I thank you for that, my sons, but this is something we need to think about and not rushing into things," Elrond said.

"Alright." They left the study and walked towards their own room. Once there, they smiled at one another. The twins to save the day once more.

"He's going to be mad at us," Elrohir said. He walked over to the drawers and took out his hunting knifes and arrows. "When he finds us missing..."

"I know. We need to do it. Those two are always in trouble and we're always there to help them." Elladan grabbed his bow and knifes.

"This time it's not their fault." Elrohir opened the window to their room, thanking Runya for letting them have the room lower to the ground. He jumped from the balcony and landed on the wet grass. He watched as Elladan landed next to him. "You think they'll miss us?"

"When will you Rivendell elves learn to be more quieter?" (is that even a word?) a voice said from behind them.

The twins froze in place, afraid that their father caught them, but a laugh told them different. They turned around and saw Alca and Runya standing there, smiles on their faces.

"Going out for a stroll?" Runya asked.

"Yes," Elladan said.

"In the storm?" Alca asked. They knew where the twins were going. They were going to get Legolas and Estel out of that horrible place.

"Alright. We're going to help," Elrohir said. "Care to join us?"

"Wish we could, but adar will know somethings up when we don't show up to bug him like we always do," Alca said. "Since you are going, we will try to give you some time, but be quick and also, be careful."

"We are always careful," Elladan said. "If you excuse us, we have a brother and friend to save." They hugged Alca and Runya and ran off into the direction Elizabeth came from. She told Elladan where King Celva was when they met. They just hoped they would save them in time.

*Celva*

Strider woke with a headache and his side burned like fire. The last thing he remembered was Celva taking Legolas to the dungen. He opened his eyes when a bright light entered his vision. He pulled back and was about to hit the person when he heard them talking.

"Bout time you woke."

Joko? He lifted his head and winced but shrugged it off. He noticed he was in his room once more, this time he was the patient and his friends were helping him. What happened to him? Where wa Legolas?

"You okay?" Joko asked.

"What happened?"

"King Celva threw you in here and said take care of you. Where's Legolas?" Joko helped him sit up. "What happened to you?"

"I really don't remember. I blacked out, but I do remember Celva saying something about taking Legolas to the dungeon...Legolas!" Strider tried to stand up, but fell back in pain. His side was killing him. He grabbed his side and then pulled his hand back to reveal blood.

"You opened the wound," Joko said. "You really should lay still for awhile till that heals." He bandaged the wound once more. "As for Legolas, I'll send someone people and see if he's alright. Celva would no doubt ask someone to check on him." He handed Strider a glass of water and looked at Roboto. "See if Celva wants you to check on Legolas. If he says yes, tell Legolas not to give up, that we're going to help."

"Right away." Roboto walked out of the room and headed for the study, knowing that's where he could find the king. He knocked once and walked in, bowing as he did.

"Roboto, what can I do for you?" Celva asked with a smile. Roboto didn't like it.

"King Celva, I was wondering if you would like for me to check on Legolas? Elves do not like dark places, and I was wondering if you would like for me to see if he's still alive."

"Would you? I had my fun with him and I'm afraid I'll kill him if I go back down there. Yes, you may go." He stood up and handed him the keys. "Please, do take care of him. I must have more fun before I kill him." He laughed and walked out of the study, leaving Roboto to himself.

"Crazy bastered," he said under his breath. He walked towards the door that led to the dungeon and opened it. A wave of blood, decay, and the most, fear hit his face. He really didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He walked down the narrow stairs, thinking if he could get Legoals out of here without being caught, but then he pushed it aside. No one can escape here. Just the one who did, and he hoped whoever it was is living a nice life. He finally reached the end of the stairs and gasped at the sight before him. Legolas was chained to the pole in the very middle of the room.

"Who are you?" Legolas whispered. His voice was rough for screaming and crying. Cuts and welts covered the pale back, dried blood and fresh blood could be seen. His chest was bright red from boiling hot water. His wrists were chained above his head, his right shoulder look dislocated. His face was covered with scratches, black and blue bruises, and a split lip.

"What did he do to you?" Roboto asked. He ran over to the restrained elf and sat down next to him, hopeing to calm the now shivering elf. "Why is he doing this to you?"

"He hates my kind. He wants us gone. We didn't do nothing to him." He sucked in a breath and let it out in a moan. It hurt to breath and it hurt to move. "Where's Strider? Is he alright?"

"He's fine. I think some of your stubbornness went to him. He won't lay down to heal. Now, I can't stay down here to long, but I got a message from Joko. He said do not worry, that we're going to get you out of here."

"You must get everyone out as well. If I am to get free, then so will everyone."

"Alright. I will tell him that. Please hold strong for us, Legolas." Roboto stood up and walked out of the dungeon. As he closed the door, he already thought of way to free everyone. Kill the king.