Greetings from England! Sorry for the delay in updating……… Here's the next
chapter, I hope you like it!
Alyssa
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Legolas felt numb as they led him through the dark halls. Was this the way back to his cell? He thought of Sarie, and wondered what they would do to her.
He struggled as hard as he could, but the idle days in his cell had drained all the fight left in him. The red sun rose higher, illuminating a war-torn country.
Why? Legolas thought in despair, I have done nothing to deserve this much. Even as I am led to my death, all that I care for has been taken. I look out and see war and hatred, not the forests that were home to me. At least I see the sky.
He saw many young elven maidens working. They glanced up as often as they dared, fear in their eyes. The strong prince of Mirkwood, a picture of an elf's graceful deadliness, was being led to his death. Legolas looked away, ashamed that for all his training and preparation, he was unable to escape when it really counted.
The elves that were leading Legolas did not look at him, would not talk to him. They stared forward on what seemed to Legolas an endless journey. Finally, they got to a door.
Please, let my death come quickly, Legolas prayed, although he knew death would not be quick and easy.
He was thrust roughly into the room and as he knelt on the dirty floor, dirty blond hair in his face, he felt hot tears of frustration in his eyes. He felt so weak, so helpless!
Legolas stood despite his physical fatigue. He would not die cowering on the floor, but would die as one of royalty should, proud and standing. He waited now for his own murderer.
~*~
It was just after Legolas had met Sarie, when they were still very, very young that they became best friends. They competed over everything, but would share secrets, hidden places, and treats. They were nearly inseparable.
Once, Sarie was taking Legolas to a place she had found. "It's so pretty," she said.
Legolas made a face. "I want to practice with my bow and arrows." He said, holding them in her face in an attempt to make a point.
She laughed and brushed them away. "Of course we can practice," she held her own bow up. "Once we're there, we can do anything. No one knows about it."
Legolas had been warned to stay away from any plants e did not know, which weren't many. But now he found a lot of strange plants right in front of him. Sarie went right through.
"Sarie – we shouldn't."
"Don't tell me you're scared, Prince Legolas!" Sarie said with exaggerated shock.
He was not about to let a girl be braver than him. He crossed cautiously over. "I was just trying to protect you." He said.
"Oh, thank you," Sarie said, a twinkle in her eye. Then she went through some very dense brush, Legolas at her heels.
They finally got to a small clearing, full of wildflowers, with a waterfall and small pond with water lilies.
Legolas pulled out his quiver of arrows and his bow. "This is great, Sarie! We can practice then swim."
Sarie was glad he approved. "I bet you can't hit that hole in that tree," she said, indicating.
He tried and tried, but he couldn't. Finally, Sarie came over and positioned his hands and helped him out.
Legolas felt a small warmth in his cheeks when she hugged him for hitting the target. It was a strange feeling.
Legolas thought, What's going on?
~*~
The large door was thrown open and an elven warrior stepped in.
"Ah," he said. "The Prince of Mirkwood. What a pleasure." His voice was as cold as steel, not a trace of compassion lay in it.
Legolas straightened even more.
"Proud you are now………" The warrior said. "But in a few hours you will be telling me all you know, screaming for mercy."
Legolas wondered how this elf was so different. War was one thing, but he seemed as though he was enjoying this. Legolas looked him in the eye but said nothing.
"I have ways, Prince Legolas." The warrior grinned terribly. "And now it shall begin."
Please r/r!!!!
Alyssa
~*~
Legolas felt numb as they led him through the dark halls. Was this the way back to his cell? He thought of Sarie, and wondered what they would do to her.
He struggled as hard as he could, but the idle days in his cell had drained all the fight left in him. The red sun rose higher, illuminating a war-torn country.
Why? Legolas thought in despair, I have done nothing to deserve this much. Even as I am led to my death, all that I care for has been taken. I look out and see war and hatred, not the forests that were home to me. At least I see the sky.
He saw many young elven maidens working. They glanced up as often as they dared, fear in their eyes. The strong prince of Mirkwood, a picture of an elf's graceful deadliness, was being led to his death. Legolas looked away, ashamed that for all his training and preparation, he was unable to escape when it really counted.
The elves that were leading Legolas did not look at him, would not talk to him. They stared forward on what seemed to Legolas an endless journey. Finally, they got to a door.
Please, let my death come quickly, Legolas prayed, although he knew death would not be quick and easy.
He was thrust roughly into the room and as he knelt on the dirty floor, dirty blond hair in his face, he felt hot tears of frustration in his eyes. He felt so weak, so helpless!
Legolas stood despite his physical fatigue. He would not die cowering on the floor, but would die as one of royalty should, proud and standing. He waited now for his own murderer.
~*~
It was just after Legolas had met Sarie, when they were still very, very young that they became best friends. They competed over everything, but would share secrets, hidden places, and treats. They were nearly inseparable.
Once, Sarie was taking Legolas to a place she had found. "It's so pretty," she said.
Legolas made a face. "I want to practice with my bow and arrows." He said, holding them in her face in an attempt to make a point.
She laughed and brushed them away. "Of course we can practice," she held her own bow up. "Once we're there, we can do anything. No one knows about it."
Legolas had been warned to stay away from any plants e did not know, which weren't many. But now he found a lot of strange plants right in front of him. Sarie went right through.
"Sarie – we shouldn't."
"Don't tell me you're scared, Prince Legolas!" Sarie said with exaggerated shock.
He was not about to let a girl be braver than him. He crossed cautiously over. "I was just trying to protect you." He said.
"Oh, thank you," Sarie said, a twinkle in her eye. Then she went through some very dense brush, Legolas at her heels.
They finally got to a small clearing, full of wildflowers, with a waterfall and small pond with water lilies.
Legolas pulled out his quiver of arrows and his bow. "This is great, Sarie! We can practice then swim."
Sarie was glad he approved. "I bet you can't hit that hole in that tree," she said, indicating.
He tried and tried, but he couldn't. Finally, Sarie came over and positioned his hands and helped him out.
Legolas felt a small warmth in his cheeks when she hugged him for hitting the target. It was a strange feeling.
Legolas thought, What's going on?
~*~
The large door was thrown open and an elven warrior stepped in.
"Ah," he said. "The Prince of Mirkwood. What a pleasure." His voice was as cold as steel, not a trace of compassion lay in it.
Legolas straightened even more.
"Proud you are now………" The warrior said. "But in a few hours you will be telling me all you know, screaming for mercy."
Legolas wondered how this elf was so different. War was one thing, but he seemed as though he was enjoying this. Legolas looked him in the eye but said nothing.
"I have ways, Prince Legolas." The warrior grinned terribly. "And now it shall begin."
Please r/r!!!!