A-hoy-hoy! I just wanna warn u guys that I wrote this after a combination
of fries, hamburger, gingerale (YUM!), a mint and half-a-humungo-pixie-
stick, just in case I get too descriptive or too fast or too farfetched!
Komprenday? allrighty! BTW, in case u didn't know, the big man is Helwar
(eek!) don't worry! He's almost finished... I hope!
Chapter 19
Legolas wasn't surprised when the smell of blood increased as they headed through the castle. The Hunters had shown no mercy in their invasion except, it had appeared, in his case. They didn't even tie his wrists together or put a rope around his ankles. He knew that they wanted him in good condition for whatever was to come.
His mind raced desperately with questions. Where was his father? And Otrinity... was she still alive? How many innocent people had they killed? How could he get out of this once more... if he could.
The Hunters seemed to know there way around the palace almost as well as any servant. They lead him through the passages and corridors until they finally came to the throne room. Legolas stared beyond the greasy headed men towards the two throne chairs where he and his father had before sat. He felt a pang of awful worry shoot through him as they passed through the room towards the doors that faced the north into the courtyard.
Legolas glanced around in every direction. The sun was rising to his right in the east and the flowers were beginning to blossom, oblivious to the horror that was occurring before them: The siege of Mirkwood.
"Now," said Helwar ahead. The men around Legolas all halted as though on a silent command. The only sound, other then Helwar's pacing steps, was the unsettling wind in the trees and the constant plinking of the small spring that wound through the flowerbed. Legolas made sure that his glaring stare never left Helwar as he paced.
"Why must you stare at me like that Legolas?" he asked after stopping his agitating movements. "We've known each other for years. You know me don't you?"
"I know you." said Legolas through gritted teeth. "And I know why you're here."
"Oh you do, do you?" he asked. "Why might I be here, in the kingdom of Mirkwood, miles away from my home and family, with my guards leading you into this courtyard?"
Legolas wasn't sure how to put it, but they both knew what was going on.
"I was in your way." he answered after a moment of strenuous thought. "You wanted to murder Otrinity and I always stopped you from doing it. This way, you can get rid of both Otrinity and me and..." he drifted off, not wanting to say it. "The elves of Mirkwood." Helwar nodded. His face seemed rather satisfied.
"Close, my friend, but-"
"Don't call me your friend!" Legolas snapped, attempting an escape through the large Hunters around him that resulted in a rough push back.
"As I was saying, prince," a small hint of anger seemed to tap that word. "You are close, but yet far off. You see, over the past years of our knowing each other, I have tried to kill that 'pony' of yours many times and yes, you did always get in the way. Last time, I was planning to get rid of you once and for all. To destroy you and the throne of Mirkwood. However, our last meeting caused the want for more. I will get more then a handful of deaths and a lost crown. This time I will have the death of you," he nodded towards a corner hidden by a hedge where two guards emerged. Between them, was Legolas's struggling father.
"Legolas!" he cried, pulling and twisting but unable to escape from the grasp of his captors.
"The death of your father," Helwar stepped closer until he reached the edge of the ring. He leaned forward, over the locking arms of his cronies. "And the death of that dreadful little mule." Legolas stepped up to the man until they were face to face.
Legolas noticed know that he was much taller then himself, and possibly stronger in the body. His only chance was to beat his mind.
"You won't." he said. He glanced at his father. "You may kill me, and the king, and Otrinity..." he felt a sour pain welling up in his throat as he said those words. "But the people of Mirkwood are strong and they will not let you live your life in the happiness and satisfaction of the pain you have caused."
"Silly little prince." he muttered. "First you are stupid enough to get involved, and now you say I will not prevail? I have murdered half your palace in one night! That is not even a quarter, nor an eighth of my men! I told you long ago we had three hundred and six men. As of now there are over five hundred waiting just outside your gates. They have blocked off every chance of escape. You people will perish. However, not before they see there king and prince fall." He backed away slowly, taking in his sick glory of his last words.
"Lock them up." he said. "Take them to the highest balcony that overlooks any public location. The gate will do fine."
Legolas had to be forced out of the courtyard.
Chapter 19
Legolas wasn't surprised when the smell of blood increased as they headed through the castle. The Hunters had shown no mercy in their invasion except, it had appeared, in his case. They didn't even tie his wrists together or put a rope around his ankles. He knew that they wanted him in good condition for whatever was to come.
His mind raced desperately with questions. Where was his father? And Otrinity... was she still alive? How many innocent people had they killed? How could he get out of this once more... if he could.
The Hunters seemed to know there way around the palace almost as well as any servant. They lead him through the passages and corridors until they finally came to the throne room. Legolas stared beyond the greasy headed men towards the two throne chairs where he and his father had before sat. He felt a pang of awful worry shoot through him as they passed through the room towards the doors that faced the north into the courtyard.
Legolas glanced around in every direction. The sun was rising to his right in the east and the flowers were beginning to blossom, oblivious to the horror that was occurring before them: The siege of Mirkwood.
"Now," said Helwar ahead. The men around Legolas all halted as though on a silent command. The only sound, other then Helwar's pacing steps, was the unsettling wind in the trees and the constant plinking of the small spring that wound through the flowerbed. Legolas made sure that his glaring stare never left Helwar as he paced.
"Why must you stare at me like that Legolas?" he asked after stopping his agitating movements. "We've known each other for years. You know me don't you?"
"I know you." said Legolas through gritted teeth. "And I know why you're here."
"Oh you do, do you?" he asked. "Why might I be here, in the kingdom of Mirkwood, miles away from my home and family, with my guards leading you into this courtyard?"
Legolas wasn't sure how to put it, but they both knew what was going on.
"I was in your way." he answered after a moment of strenuous thought. "You wanted to murder Otrinity and I always stopped you from doing it. This way, you can get rid of both Otrinity and me and..." he drifted off, not wanting to say it. "The elves of Mirkwood." Helwar nodded. His face seemed rather satisfied.
"Close, my friend, but-"
"Don't call me your friend!" Legolas snapped, attempting an escape through the large Hunters around him that resulted in a rough push back.
"As I was saying, prince," a small hint of anger seemed to tap that word. "You are close, but yet far off. You see, over the past years of our knowing each other, I have tried to kill that 'pony' of yours many times and yes, you did always get in the way. Last time, I was planning to get rid of you once and for all. To destroy you and the throne of Mirkwood. However, our last meeting caused the want for more. I will get more then a handful of deaths and a lost crown. This time I will have the death of you," he nodded towards a corner hidden by a hedge where two guards emerged. Between them, was Legolas's struggling father.
"Legolas!" he cried, pulling and twisting but unable to escape from the grasp of his captors.
"The death of your father," Helwar stepped closer until he reached the edge of the ring. He leaned forward, over the locking arms of his cronies. "And the death of that dreadful little mule." Legolas stepped up to the man until they were face to face.
Legolas noticed know that he was much taller then himself, and possibly stronger in the body. His only chance was to beat his mind.
"You won't." he said. He glanced at his father. "You may kill me, and the king, and Otrinity..." he felt a sour pain welling up in his throat as he said those words. "But the people of Mirkwood are strong and they will not let you live your life in the happiness and satisfaction of the pain you have caused."
"Silly little prince." he muttered. "First you are stupid enough to get involved, and now you say I will not prevail? I have murdered half your palace in one night! That is not even a quarter, nor an eighth of my men! I told you long ago we had three hundred and six men. As of now there are over five hundred waiting just outside your gates. They have blocked off every chance of escape. You people will perish. However, not before they see there king and prince fall." He backed away slowly, taking in his sick glory of his last words.
"Lock them up." he said. "Take them to the highest balcony that overlooks any public location. The gate will do fine."
Legolas had to be forced out of the courtyard.
