Wow, thanks for your support and welcome to my new reviewers--mild Non-Con--no worse then usual….
Chapter 10--Captive Royalty
Hours passed and Legolas was getting angry as well as nervous. He was also hungry and thirsty. He wondered how long he'd been unconscious. I hope Silverheart escaped, he thought. Finally he heard a key turn in the lock and the door opened. It was Arathorn.
"I see you are awake, I am sorry to keep you waiting. I had other business waiting, but you know of that, do you not, Prince Legolas?" Arathorn asked. He closed the door. "The blue silk flatters you."
Legolas stood, watching him warily. He felt horribly vulnerable.
"I have sent a message to your father with a lock of your hair. We will see how much he cares for his son," Arathorn said. "Servants are bringing our meal up shortly. We will dine together."
"I want nothing from you," Legolas retorted. "I remember what you ordered done to me!!"
Arathorn sighed. "A regrettable error on my part, but if you had told me who you were it would not have happened. I would have kept you for myself. Do not worry, this time it is only I that will touch you," he said.
"I will not allow you to lay a finger on me!!" Legolas retorted, eyes flaring.
"We will see, after we eat," Arathorn chuckled. His eyes dropped down Legolas' body. Someone knocked on the door. "Ah, I believe dinner is here." He turned and opened the door.
Legolas glanced around then his gaze fell on a gaudy vase. He snatched it up and threw it at Arathorn. His aim was slightly off and the vase hit Arathorn between the shoulder blades instead of the head. The force was enough to send him lurching forward as the vase fell to the floor and shattered. Legolas winced at the crash of dishes and a loud thud.
After a couple of minutes Arathorn reappeared in the door. Splotches of food covered his clothes and he glared at him. "Have Galen brought here at once," he ordered over his shoulder. He entered the room and closed the door. "That was ill-mannered of you, I would think that a Prince would have better manners," he said.
After about twenty minutes someone knocked on the door and Arathorn opened it. A thin man with dark hair, a goatee and a mustache entered the room and bowed. "How may I be of service, my Liege?" he asked.
"I believe you know. We discussed it earlier while my new concubine was resting," Arathorn said.
Galen looked at Legolas. "Very well, but he must be held still," he said.
"That can be done," Arathorn said. He summoned to guards who immediately began to advance on Legolas. With nowhere to run, Legolas was seized then dragged over to the mage.
Galen chanted for a long time then nodded to Arathorn. "Speak the restrictions and I will end the spell," he said.
"He may not leave the castle without my permission, disobey my commands, take his own life or harm me," Arathorn said.
"As you command," Galen said and finished the spell. "It is done."
"Good, you may leave us," Arathorn said. The wizard obeyed and closed the door behind him. "Come to me, Legolas," Arathorn ordered.
Legolas had to obey. He shuddered in disgust as Arathorn pulled him into his arms and lowered his head to kiss him.
"No," Legolas protested. He still couldn't move away and Arathorn's lips covered his. Legolas clamped his lips together defiantly.
Arathorn laughed. "You will learn to accept what will be," he said. "Open your mouth for me, little one, I wish to taste you."
Legolas obeyed, but gagged as Arathorn took procession of his mouth again. He had no choice……
Poor Legolas--here we go again!! R/R please!! (I am so evil!!)