@ Irish Babe/Elvish Bride (hey, u changed ur nick didn't u?) – I'm never
going to admit this again, but I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS! There! I said it!
Chapter 35
This time, his dreams went unremembered save for the bursts of flaring pain that were unforgettable.
Shadows speckled his vision like faint ghosts as he blinked his eyes. A bed was beneath him. He was covered by a blanket. Was he safe? No, he could still feel a panic that came from the woods all around him.
By the door was an elf with torn robes and bare feet. His toes and lips were blue, but he didn't tremble. His eyes were so written in fear that Legolas wanted to embrace him.
He couldn't move. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness struck him and something tight clinched his sides and wrists. He fell back against a pillow. He realized that his arm no longer hurt at all, like nothing had happened. He lifted his head weakly to look at it.
It was surrounded by chains. Chains that bound him tightly to his bed. He pulled on them but they were strong. They were bound around his sides, knees, neck and ankles. He was practically immobile. He looked to the elf at the door.
'Why am I chained to a bed?' he asked.
'Oh! Your awake!' the elf's eyes widened as though they had witnessed a miracle. 'I'll go tell her now!' With that, he turned and rushed out the door. Legolas was left alone in the room.
He noticed how cold he felt. He tried to look down at himself, but was unable to see what he was wearing. He could feel the cloth rubbing against him tightly. It was soft and comfortable. Maybe just because he was comparing them to a hard tunic and worn leggings that he had worn for the past two months.
He tugged and pulled against the chains until he was too exhausted to move anymore. He felt as though he drift off back to sleep when the door open.
Two large, dark creatures entered. Long goat-horns stretched out from behind their furry pointed ears and they had lion's feet and a bear's claws. Their clothes were black and red. They each had two swords on their left and right. One had a small rusty key around his neck.
Suddenly, the room got foggy. Legolas was scarcely aware that the chains were being taken off and he was being lifted off the bed. He noticed that he was wearing a long white shirt and light gray leggings. They fit him well. They felt as though they were made for him.
He realized the fog was fading and he struggled with the two elves at his side. His hands were tied tightly behind his back. They were pushing him roughly, but he still struggled.
They were in a narrow hallway when Legolas finally broke free of their grip. He stumbled for a moment, feeling like he was suddenly drunk. He fell forwards and his head struck the cold floor.
He noticed the tiles. The creamy-colored tiles with a light pattern of grays and powder blues. He recognized them.
'What do you want with me?' he said to the two elves that were lifting him up again. 'Why are you doing this?' he knew they wouldn't answer his questions.
He was dragged from that hallway into a tall room. He looked up, still dazed, and saw that there was a hole in the roof. Dark clouds hovered overhead, blocking out any light.
The two guards threw him down on his knees in the middle of the room. Legolas found it hard to stay balanced. His head felt heavy and sore.
Someone else was here.
'Welcome home, Legolas.' said a soft, almost kind voice. Legolas suddenly felt so weak he could no longer hold himself up. He fell on his side, breathing quickly. It was like a large invisible hand was squeezing the air out of him. He began wheezing loudly, the sounds echoing throughout the room.
'I waited for you... for awhile.' said the voice. 'But you stayed away for a long time. I didn't have to wait any longer.' Legolas shut his eyes. He felt so weak, he thought he was dead.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. It was like a wave of force hit him and he was restored. He felt so much better, but was still breathing fast. His eyes widened at the sight before him.
'F... Fa... ther?' he wheezed.
Before him, bound tight to a high post with a beam along the top, was King Thranduil. He was unconscious and there were open wounds all over him, showing through his torn clothing. Legolas felt a wave of sorrow as he noticed how skinny he was and how much pain he was in.
'I decided to have a little fun while you were gone.' Legolas was still breathing quickly when he saw two feet approach him. The barely poked out of the hem of a white dress with a blue stripe that rose up.
Legolas rolled onto his back to see the person who had him lying here, so weak and helpless.
His eyes focused on the person that made the forest panic so brutally.
They widened at the sight of the elf who had his father half-dead tied to some post.
Chapter 35
This time, his dreams went unremembered save for the bursts of flaring pain that were unforgettable.
Shadows speckled his vision like faint ghosts as he blinked his eyes. A bed was beneath him. He was covered by a blanket. Was he safe? No, he could still feel a panic that came from the woods all around him.
By the door was an elf with torn robes and bare feet. His toes and lips were blue, but he didn't tremble. His eyes were so written in fear that Legolas wanted to embrace him.
He couldn't move. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness struck him and something tight clinched his sides and wrists. He fell back against a pillow. He realized that his arm no longer hurt at all, like nothing had happened. He lifted his head weakly to look at it.
It was surrounded by chains. Chains that bound him tightly to his bed. He pulled on them but they were strong. They were bound around his sides, knees, neck and ankles. He was practically immobile. He looked to the elf at the door.
'Why am I chained to a bed?' he asked.
'Oh! Your awake!' the elf's eyes widened as though they had witnessed a miracle. 'I'll go tell her now!' With that, he turned and rushed out the door. Legolas was left alone in the room.
He noticed how cold he felt. He tried to look down at himself, but was unable to see what he was wearing. He could feel the cloth rubbing against him tightly. It was soft and comfortable. Maybe just because he was comparing them to a hard tunic and worn leggings that he had worn for the past two months.
He tugged and pulled against the chains until he was too exhausted to move anymore. He felt as though he drift off back to sleep when the door open.
Two large, dark creatures entered. Long goat-horns stretched out from behind their furry pointed ears and they had lion's feet and a bear's claws. Their clothes were black and red. They each had two swords on their left and right. One had a small rusty key around his neck.
Suddenly, the room got foggy. Legolas was scarcely aware that the chains were being taken off and he was being lifted off the bed. He noticed that he was wearing a long white shirt and light gray leggings. They fit him well. They felt as though they were made for him.
He realized the fog was fading and he struggled with the two elves at his side. His hands were tied tightly behind his back. They were pushing him roughly, but he still struggled.
They were in a narrow hallway when Legolas finally broke free of their grip. He stumbled for a moment, feeling like he was suddenly drunk. He fell forwards and his head struck the cold floor.
He noticed the tiles. The creamy-colored tiles with a light pattern of grays and powder blues. He recognized them.
'What do you want with me?' he said to the two elves that were lifting him up again. 'Why are you doing this?' he knew they wouldn't answer his questions.
He was dragged from that hallway into a tall room. He looked up, still dazed, and saw that there was a hole in the roof. Dark clouds hovered overhead, blocking out any light.
The two guards threw him down on his knees in the middle of the room. Legolas found it hard to stay balanced. His head felt heavy and sore.
Someone else was here.
'Welcome home, Legolas.' said a soft, almost kind voice. Legolas suddenly felt so weak he could no longer hold himself up. He fell on his side, breathing quickly. It was like a large invisible hand was squeezing the air out of him. He began wheezing loudly, the sounds echoing throughout the room.
'I waited for you... for awhile.' said the voice. 'But you stayed away for a long time. I didn't have to wait any longer.' Legolas shut his eyes. He felt so weak, he thought he was dead.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. It was like a wave of force hit him and he was restored. He felt so much better, but was still breathing fast. His eyes widened at the sight before him.
'F... Fa... ther?' he wheezed.
Before him, bound tight to a high post with a beam along the top, was King Thranduil. He was unconscious and there were open wounds all over him, showing through his torn clothing. Legolas felt a wave of sorrow as he noticed how skinny he was and how much pain he was in.
'I decided to have a little fun while you were gone.' Legolas was still breathing quickly when he saw two feet approach him. The barely poked out of the hem of a white dress with a blue stripe that rose up.
Legolas rolled onto his back to see the person who had him lying here, so weak and helpless.
His eyes focused on the person that made the forest panic so brutally.
They widened at the sight of the elf who had his father half-dead tied to some post.