A/N: Again, murderously short. Damn.
Part 46
Legolas woke drowsily, a throbbing pain in his head. He groaned as he rolled over onto his back and found his hands and ankles were bound with rope. He cursed quietly in Elvish.
" Ah, so you've finally woken, my sweet ", came a familiar voice. Legolas struggled to sit himself up without using his hands and saw, to his dismay and disgust, that it was Wormtongue.
" I was quite delighted to hear my master's plans to bring
you here. Of course, he intended for your capture to be
a lure for the heir to Gondor ", he informed.
Legolas' eyes grew wide with fear at the mention of Aragorn.It would work, sure enough. Aragorn would come for him. Come to his death.
" But I intend to make better use of you, and Master said
I may do whatever I like with you, pretty. Perhaps even
after we slay the man, I may have you as my pet ", Wormtongue continued.
Legolas snorted in disgust. " Your dreams are wild ", he said.
" Oh, but they'll come true ", said Wormtongue.
Aragorn was frantic. He didn't know what to do. Legolas was gone. Taken. He could be anywhere, with anyone. Beaten or dead or - worse. How could he not have known? Surely if someone had come into his room he would have realized it, he would have felt Legolas' struggles near him. No, Legolas must've left the room for some reason. And the attacker had waited. Waited for him to meet his fate. Theoden did not want to make any immediate actions until he knew more. Gimli was anxious too. Eomer was serious yet just as worried.
Legolas lay there for hours, not knowing exactly how long. Wormtongue had left at Saruman's bidding, thank the Valar. He lay on the floor,still bound. He prayed Aragorn would not come. And that he himself would not find a fate worse than death.
Part 46
Legolas woke drowsily, a throbbing pain in his head. He groaned as he rolled over onto his back and found his hands and ankles were bound with rope. He cursed quietly in Elvish.
" Ah, so you've finally woken, my sweet ", came a familiar voice. Legolas struggled to sit himself up without using his hands and saw, to his dismay and disgust, that it was Wormtongue.
" I was quite delighted to hear my master's plans to bring
you here. Of course, he intended for your capture to be
a lure for the heir to Gondor ", he informed.
Legolas' eyes grew wide with fear at the mention of Aragorn.It would work, sure enough. Aragorn would come for him. Come to his death.
" But I intend to make better use of you, and Master said
I may do whatever I like with you, pretty. Perhaps even
after we slay the man, I may have you as my pet ", Wormtongue continued.
Legolas snorted in disgust. " Your dreams are wild ", he said.
" Oh, but they'll come true ", said Wormtongue.
Aragorn was frantic. He didn't know what to do. Legolas was gone. Taken. He could be anywhere, with anyone. Beaten or dead or - worse. How could he not have known? Surely if someone had come into his room he would have realized it, he would have felt Legolas' struggles near him. No, Legolas must've left the room for some reason. And the attacker had waited. Waited for him to meet his fate. Theoden did not want to make any immediate actions until he knew more. Gimli was anxious too. Eomer was serious yet just as worried.
Legolas lay there for hours, not knowing exactly how long. Wormtongue had left at Saruman's bidding, thank the Valar. He lay on the floor,still bound. He prayed Aragorn would not come. And that he himself would not find a fate worse than death.
