**Narmo**
"Legolas, what troubles your mind?" I asked, seeing that he was staring at the forest.
"Nothing," he answered, as though snapping back into reality.
He seemed upset. I had to do something to take his mind off what it was on. Upon a whim, I dashed into the forest, without a further word to him. I heard him call my name, and then leave the path, following my trail. After several minutes, I could no longer hear the steady beat of his feet. I stopped to rest in a glade, moonbeams breaking the midnight dark, with a small stream rushing through it. After several minutes, I was beginning to leave, when someone grabbed me from behind. I was not alarmed, thinking it only Legolas in one of his sudden embraces that came so frequently. But then, I felt cold steel against my throat. I tried to slip free, but my captor put his free arm around my chest, holding me in his vile embrace.
"Kneel," he commanded me.
As he forced me to the ground, I knelt. He moved his knife from my throat, down to my chest. It was Legolas' knife. He stepped in front of me, cloaked with black raiment, so that I could see neither his face nor figure. The sparse moonlight that filtered through the foliage made shadows and pools of light on his cloak.
"You are a pleasant sight to my eyes," he said, "especially under my control."
He laughed in a playfully demonic way.
"I should not be bound long," I replied, resistingly.
I lashed back and forth, trying to free myself, but alas! My attempts were in vain. Seeing that I was trying to free myself, the man knocked me to the ground and kicked me into submission.
"You are under my control," he said. "Do not spoil yourself. You are a beautiful thing. I would not have you think something as folly as your escape."
"It is your mistake to think that I would surrender," I replied. "Have mercy and kill me now, for I would do only the same for you."
"Indeed, you will beg for death before the end, Narmo," he said. "But I will sustain you. It will be more fun that way."
He touched my right cheek and I pulled away. I tried to free myself, and again he kicked me. I felt pain in my ribs stab through my chest, burrowing its way into my entire body. He laughter rang through the breathless forest.
"I should not like to hurt you like this," he said. "You would not be fit for my work."
I decided to try a new and more dangerous strategy.
"You have but to release me and I would do anything for you," I said, sweetly.
"Anything?" he asked, obviously curious of what my meaning was.
"Anything," I replied.
He looked me over carefully, as though he were thinking it through.
"No," he said. "You do not fool me."
"Your sick desires repulse me," I said, as obviously, that is why he wanted me.
"Aye, sick," he said, as though remembering something. "Long have I hunted you and my desires have only brooded. You should have surrendered yourself to me earlier and your service might have been more to your liking."
I looked at him disdainfully, hatred running through my body. He pressed the knife against my chest even more, Legolas' knife. Legolas, he was Legolas.
"Indeed," he continued. "The hunter has now been captured by the prey and the prey shall have its games."
I shuddered at his last words. I tried to stand up. He knocked me back onto the ground with his foot, lying my down on the ground.
"You shall be of more use there," he said, a demonic tinge to his voice.
The man sat down on my hips, pinning me to the ground. I lay there, sprawled out, exhausted, terrified. There was nothing that I could do. For the first time in my life, I felt helpless. I moaned in agony, the agony of pain, the agony of being defenseless, as he undid the silver clasps on my tunic in a feverish way. I moaned and tried to twist out of his reach. He pinned me to the ground by my shoulders, still managing to keep the knife against my chest. The man was on the clasp of my tunic.
"Long have I waited for this; you shall not spoil my victory with vain attempts at escape," he said. "If you surrender, it will go more to your liking."
I realized that the only way that I wouldn't have to play out his sick fantasies would be help, any help. Never before had I had to rely on someone else to save me. I had always taken care of myself, but with my best friend turned against me, I had nothing else, nothing to pull strength from.
"Do you surrender?" he asked.
"No and you shall never have me willingly," I said.
He sadly shook his head. I screamed for help, my words indistinct, the sound shattering the breathless night. The man, obviously surprised at my cry, slashed my chest, as he jumped at the sound. He stared at me for a few seconds, as though contemplating what to do, and then dashed into the forest, leaving me on the ground, and the knife beside me.
I lay there for a couple of moments, my breaths coming sharply and sporadically, the terror melting from my body. I knelt and then stood up. I was safe. It had all happened so quickly in a haze of horror. Standing up, I saw blood drip to the ground from the deep wound on my chest, but at the same moment, I heard someone speeding through the underbrush. Legolas! His knife! I quickly re-clasped the hooks on my tunic as he entered the glade, looking as he had before.
"Legolas, what troubles your mind?" I asked, seeing that he was staring at the forest.
"Nothing," he answered, as though snapping back into reality.
He seemed upset. I had to do something to take his mind off what it was on. Upon a whim, I dashed into the forest, without a further word to him. I heard him call my name, and then leave the path, following my trail. After several minutes, I could no longer hear the steady beat of his feet. I stopped to rest in a glade, moonbeams breaking the midnight dark, with a small stream rushing through it. After several minutes, I was beginning to leave, when someone grabbed me from behind. I was not alarmed, thinking it only Legolas in one of his sudden embraces that came so frequently. But then, I felt cold steel against my throat. I tried to slip free, but my captor put his free arm around my chest, holding me in his vile embrace.
"Kneel," he commanded me.
As he forced me to the ground, I knelt. He moved his knife from my throat, down to my chest. It was Legolas' knife. He stepped in front of me, cloaked with black raiment, so that I could see neither his face nor figure. The sparse moonlight that filtered through the foliage made shadows and pools of light on his cloak.
"You are a pleasant sight to my eyes," he said, "especially under my control."
He laughed in a playfully demonic way.
"I should not be bound long," I replied, resistingly.
I lashed back and forth, trying to free myself, but alas! My attempts were in vain. Seeing that I was trying to free myself, the man knocked me to the ground and kicked me into submission.
"You are under my control," he said. "Do not spoil yourself. You are a beautiful thing. I would not have you think something as folly as your escape."
"It is your mistake to think that I would surrender," I replied. "Have mercy and kill me now, for I would do only the same for you."
"Indeed, you will beg for death before the end, Narmo," he said. "But I will sustain you. It will be more fun that way."
He touched my right cheek and I pulled away. I tried to free myself, and again he kicked me. I felt pain in my ribs stab through my chest, burrowing its way into my entire body. He laughter rang through the breathless forest.
"I should not like to hurt you like this," he said. "You would not be fit for my work."
I decided to try a new and more dangerous strategy.
"You have but to release me and I would do anything for you," I said, sweetly.
"Anything?" he asked, obviously curious of what my meaning was.
"Anything," I replied.
He looked me over carefully, as though he were thinking it through.
"No," he said. "You do not fool me."
"Your sick desires repulse me," I said, as obviously, that is why he wanted me.
"Aye, sick," he said, as though remembering something. "Long have I hunted you and my desires have only brooded. You should have surrendered yourself to me earlier and your service might have been more to your liking."
I looked at him disdainfully, hatred running through my body. He pressed the knife against my chest even more, Legolas' knife. Legolas, he was Legolas.
"Indeed," he continued. "The hunter has now been captured by the prey and the prey shall have its games."
I shuddered at his last words. I tried to stand up. He knocked me back onto the ground with his foot, lying my down on the ground.
"You shall be of more use there," he said, a demonic tinge to his voice.
The man sat down on my hips, pinning me to the ground. I lay there, sprawled out, exhausted, terrified. There was nothing that I could do. For the first time in my life, I felt helpless. I moaned in agony, the agony of pain, the agony of being defenseless, as he undid the silver clasps on my tunic in a feverish way. I moaned and tried to twist out of his reach. He pinned me to the ground by my shoulders, still managing to keep the knife against my chest. The man was on the clasp of my tunic.
"Long have I waited for this; you shall not spoil my victory with vain attempts at escape," he said. "If you surrender, it will go more to your liking."
I realized that the only way that I wouldn't have to play out his sick fantasies would be help, any help. Never before had I had to rely on someone else to save me. I had always taken care of myself, but with my best friend turned against me, I had nothing else, nothing to pull strength from.
"Do you surrender?" he asked.
"No and you shall never have me willingly," I said.
He sadly shook his head. I screamed for help, my words indistinct, the sound shattering the breathless night. The man, obviously surprised at my cry, slashed my chest, as he jumped at the sound. He stared at me for a few seconds, as though contemplating what to do, and then dashed into the forest, leaving me on the ground, and the knife beside me.
I lay there for a couple of moments, my breaths coming sharply and sporadically, the terror melting from my body. I knelt and then stood up. I was safe. It had all happened so quickly in a haze of horror. Standing up, I saw blood drip to the ground from the deep wound on my chest, but at the same moment, I heard someone speeding through the underbrush. Legolas! His knife! I quickly re-clasped the hooks on my tunic as he entered the glade, looking as he had before.