Disclaimer: This is not mine. It is Tolkien's.

This fic is RAPE FREE and SLASH FREE. It contains abuse. You have been warned.

Author's Notes

Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing my first fic. I will say this about hose who complain about the theme, I know that Thranduil is not a bad person but I want to see how this fic will work out. If there are those of you who don't like Thranduil being dark please don't blame me. I now have a warning. As for those who complained about in story AN's I've stopped it ok?

Feanen: Thank you. I couldn't be more grateful. Please continue to read.

Lisseylen aka Lady V: Sorry. I know you hate it, but I want to finish what I start. If you do have a problem, please I beg you don't read it ok? I'm sorry. I swear if I write long enough Thranduil will make it up to him. I promise. If you hate me, do so but continue Isengard's Captives. I love your fic even if you hate mine.

Raistlin Majere Archmagus: Thanks. Same to you as to Lady V.

Jocelyn: Don't read this for your own sake.

Elvenbabe: I know. I love Thranduil too. He'll make it up to him if I write long

enough of a story. I keep my promise. No Rape.

Techno-Dann: I agree. Thranduil was a good father. He is just dark in this sotry. For the record, he is a good father.

Lhachel:  Dunno. Just got bored and started to write. I don't know about the slave thing. I am trying to explain it in this story. You'll sort of understand.

Oboebyrd and Enjoying Insanity: I know he wasn't a bad father…

Identity Thief: You keep me going… glad you liked it.

Gumball: My thanks to you.

Roccovende: Thanks. I want to write more.

Angelbird12241 and Chikadee: Both of you rock!

Legolasette: I agree. I love him but its sad to see him in trouble…*sigh*

Kit Cloudkicker and Elven Ranger 13: Thanks.

Vana E: Can I join you? I am EPT too.

Whataboutelevenses: Sorry.

Midnight Princess: Thanks. So much.

Padawan Kimberley: Thanks. Did I change my settings right?

Sych77: Yes, trust me. This is my one and only account and very first fic. I feel sad about flames after all, they are my first ones EVER.

G0th**Chic: *sniff* Thanks.

Confused-anhk: Sorry about the storyline. Hope to get better.

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Sorry…Am I meant to reply to every review? Please tell me. By the way what is canon and Mary Sue…I've always wanted to know… Also will anyone beta me?

Now on with the story for those who want to read.  Italics are thoughts. Keep on reviewing. You keep me going.

Legolas was asleep on the hard floor, his tiny form huddled up. His restful sleep was disturbed when a bell was rung loudly, resonating in the hallway.   

"Get up you slaves, its time for work," the guard shouted loudly, his posture menacing and daring the slaves to defy him.

Legolas rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was stiff from his pitiful position he had slept in. He pushed all thoughts about his father out of his mind. At least for the moment. No, he thought, Ada was not himself. He also knew he wasn't really a slave. Just a servant that would work like the palace staff. He sighed.

"You! Go and see the supervisor…" the guard commanded. He looked suspiciously at Legolas.

"Yes, sir," Legolas said meekly. He didn't want to start a fight this early in the morning. He could see that the sun was barely up. Is this what life is like as a slave? He felt a feeling of apprehension as he realised that he would be seeing the supervisor. I wonder if he'll be nice? I really doubt it.

He had been walking for some time before he realised that he didn't even know where the room was! I've never had to see a supervisor! Legolas mentally slapped himself. Where am I anyway?

He was in a dark dusty corridor with some sort of storeroom. He saw a door down the hallway and heard some people talking inside. He could not decipher what they were talking about though…Legolas decided to knock quietly.

*knock knock* Legolas hand connected softly with the wooden door. The door swung wide open and suddenly a large hand clamped on Legolas' small forearm in a bruising grip.

"Where do you think you are going?" The guard yelled. "Are you listening to the big bad guards talk, you little whelp. I told you to see the supervisor! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Legolas trembled slightly and squirmed. "I did not know the way, sir. I was lost. Please let me go." He felt like he'd done something wrong. But I just got LOST, how was I supposed to know. A sudden anger grabbed hold. Legolas looked at him square in the eye and said, "I've never seen the supervisor before!"

The guard wrenched his arm, bending his broken wrist. Legolas gasped in pain, his wrist forgotten until now. He leant close to the prince and said in a dangerous growl, "You will learn your place, slave prince, or you will suffer." He held a mocking glint in his eye before saying, "Now come along, you will meet the supervisor." The guard gave a mirthless laugh before releasing Legolas' arm.

Legolas sighed silently in relief. He said nothing to give the guard any indication of the doomed feeling he felt. Something bad will happen. I don't trust him. He cradled his tender wrist against his chest as he let the guard lead him down the corridor.