Well, here you go, I serve you chapter two.
Discleamer: see the first chapter
I know Aragorn hasn't been born yet when Legolas is around 400 years old,
but in this story he has.
Please, review.
Man in the corner
We rode further. After a few days of traveling, he undid the blindfold and gave me my own horse. He was sure I wouldn't escape, for I didn't know my way back home, I've never been outside Mirkwood before.
We rode on, and after a period that seemed like forever, we stopped at an inn. Their were a lot of people inside and they all seemed to enjoy drinking beer. This was probably something they liked doing, but we elfs still prefere wine. The people drank it one glass after another, like they could go on the whole night long. Another thing that took my attention was that outside man, were their also creatures, like mankind but smaller. I learned soon after that they were halflings or hobbits as they prefer to be called. I also learned that this village is called Bree, and that we stayed at the inn of The Prancing Pony. I thought it was a nice name for such a place.
As you can see, I was good by my senses. You have to know, although my kidnapper seemed aggressive at first, he was quit nice to me through the rest the journey. Well, he hadn't tried to hurt me after all, to my surprise. He knew how to tread me, just like I am, a pearl: if you damage the beauty of it, it will loose its value. The people of my folk loved (and still love) me for my beauty, but others, like this man, took advantage of it. And although he hadn't hurt me, I preferred to be free.
Now, back to my story. As I've told, we were at the inn of Bree, resting from an exhausted journey and waiting for our food that we ordered. I looked around me, and saw few persons who stole glances of me. It seemed they had never seen an elf before. But their was one man who's face was barely visible, in a dark corner, who didn't stop staring at me. It made me feel uncomfortable.
Finally, our meal arrived, and we ate it in complete silence. We had talked a little on the way to Bree. I'm not his slave, just a prisoner whom he gave a little bit of freedom, not to much. He didn't let me run away, he had his raisons. He had kidnapped me, the prince; you don't let a kidnapped prince run away, so he can tell his father all the things that happened to him.
To test how far I could go with this man, I decided to stay downstairs and listen to stories that foreigners told. So when he said I had to go to the room with him, I resisted and said no. Then I found out. After he had asked me again, and I refused again, he slapped me hard in the face and I fell over a chair onto the floor. I was scared again, he seemed to have became more friendly towards me, but I was mistaken. I tried to stand up, and watched around me. Everybody was watching, including the man in the corner. I walked then towards the stairs, and when I was climbing the stairs, I looked behind me one more time. And then, I saw a single tear crossing the man's face.
Please, review.
Man in the corner
We rode further. After a few days of traveling, he undid the blindfold and gave me my own horse. He was sure I wouldn't escape, for I didn't know my way back home, I've never been outside Mirkwood before.
We rode on, and after a period that seemed like forever, we stopped at an inn. Their were a lot of people inside and they all seemed to enjoy drinking beer. This was probably something they liked doing, but we elfs still prefere wine. The people drank it one glass after another, like they could go on the whole night long. Another thing that took my attention was that outside man, were their also creatures, like mankind but smaller. I learned soon after that they were halflings or hobbits as they prefer to be called. I also learned that this village is called Bree, and that we stayed at the inn of The Prancing Pony. I thought it was a nice name for such a place.
As you can see, I was good by my senses. You have to know, although my kidnapper seemed aggressive at first, he was quit nice to me through the rest the journey. Well, he hadn't tried to hurt me after all, to my surprise. He knew how to tread me, just like I am, a pearl: if you damage the beauty of it, it will loose its value. The people of my folk loved (and still love) me for my beauty, but others, like this man, took advantage of it. And although he hadn't hurt me, I preferred to be free.
Now, back to my story. As I've told, we were at the inn of Bree, resting from an exhausted journey and waiting for our food that we ordered. I looked around me, and saw few persons who stole glances of me. It seemed they had never seen an elf before. But their was one man who's face was barely visible, in a dark corner, who didn't stop staring at me. It made me feel uncomfortable.
Finally, our meal arrived, and we ate it in complete silence. We had talked a little on the way to Bree. I'm not his slave, just a prisoner whom he gave a little bit of freedom, not to much. He didn't let me run away, he had his raisons. He had kidnapped me, the prince; you don't let a kidnapped prince run away, so he can tell his father all the things that happened to him.
To test how far I could go with this man, I decided to stay downstairs and listen to stories that foreigners told. So when he said I had to go to the room with him, I resisted and said no. Then I found out. After he had asked me again, and I refused again, he slapped me hard in the face and I fell over a chair onto the floor. I was scared again, he seemed to have became more friendly towards me, but I was mistaken. I tried to stand up, and watched around me. Everybody was watching, including the man in the corner. I walked then towards the stairs, and when I was climbing the stairs, I looked behind me one more time. And then, I saw a single tear crossing the man's face.
