That was a definite dud --Butterfly I hated Chapter 10!! What do you guys think? Luckily I had a plan for the next part!! I was so bored I decided to do it now…
Chapter 11--Unknown Protection
Legolas was sure he was going to be sick as Arathorn forced the kiss on him, but then he felt a strange tingling going through him. An instant later he realized somehow the spell was broken. With a surge of triumph, he bit down on his attacker's probing tongue-- hard!!
Arathorn howled and jerked back. "How the hell?!" he roared.
Legolas glared at him. "Your mage's spells do not work on me! Do not touch me again or I will do more then bite your tongue!" he warned.
Arathorn's hands clenched into fists then he stormed from the room, yelling for his mage. He locked the door behind him.
Legolas stumbled over to a small table where a pitcher of water, a basin and a tankard sat and washed out his mouth. How did the spell get removed? he wondered. I did not do it; at least I do not think I did. Suddenly he was tired like he was after a healing trance. He staggered over to the luxurious bed and laid down. He was asleep in minutes.
Galen was startled when Arathorn burst into his chambers. "My Liege, you are bleeding!! What has happened?" he asked.
"The spell did not work! He broke it!!" Arathorn yelled. "You failed me! Do it again and do it properly or I will have your head!"
"Yes, my Liege, at once," Galen gulped. He hurried back to the royal suite with Arathorn close behind. They went into the room.
Legolas was so deeply asleep he didn't stir when they burst into the room. Galen hurried to the Elf's side and repeated the spell, only to have it shrugged off. "Someone has put a counter spell on him. The spell worked only an instant before the counter spell dissolved it. It probably had never had to stop a spell until now so it took some time to work No spells will work on him, my Liege. I can not break it," he said.
"GET OUT!!!" Arathorn bellowed. "Find a way or your head will decorate a pike at dusk tomorrow!!"
Galen bowed and fled from the room before Arathorn got any angrier. Arathorn paid no attention. He was glaring at Legolas. "You have prevented me from taking your body, but there are worse things that can be done, elf!!" he growled. He stormed form the room, snapping orders at his guards.
Legolas was awoken when rough hands shook him awake and he was jerked him to his feet by a scowling guard. A pair of plain white leggings was thrown to him.
"Put them on, King Arathorn demands your presence," the guard ordered.
Legolas obey and the guard shoved him roughly ahead of him. "Move, the King is waiting," he said.
"Who cares," Legolas muttered. He was taken to the audience chamber Arathorn waited on a huge throne.
"Bow to King Arathorn," the guard ordered, poking Legolas with the blunt end of his spear. "Kiss the floor
Like hell I will, Legolas thought. "Go play with your stick in a corner like a good boy before you get hurt," he said aloud.
The guard's face turned purple with rage. "Little bastard!!" he hissed.
"Enough!!" Arathorn snarled. "Who put the spell on you that protects you from magic?" he demanded.
Legolas frowned. "What spell? I do not know what you talking about," he said.
Arathorn studied him and saw he was truly puzzled. "I will not take you, I know rape often kills an elf or they will themselves to die," he said. "But you will remain here as a prisoner to force your father to surrender and you will be a slave," he said.
**Meanwhile**
Thranduil read the message for a third time then crumpled the parchment in his hands.
Jadriel eyed his father's stricken face with concern. "Father, what has happened?" he asked.
"Arathorn has my son, somehow he has taken my son!!" Thranduil said. "He demands my surrender in return for his safety."
"Oh, Elbereth, what are you going to do?" Jadriel asked.
"I can not surrender Mirkwood to that tyrant, no matter what--the lives of many must come before the life of one, even if it is my son," Thranduil whispered. His grief and sorrow was obvious in his voice. "Forgive me, Legolas, but I can not!!
Jadriel knelt beside his father, sharing his grief over the youngest Prince's fate that could not be prevented. They sat like that a long time….
That's better--I like Legolas when he's defiant and that spell was ruining it--this is better, Hey--can anyone guess who did the magic countering spell? I'll give a cyber cookie to the one that does!! R/R please!!