Chapter 2
Legolas touched his lips. What was going on? He walked, dazed back to the party. "Legolas!" He heard a voice say. He looked around and saw Arwen. Legolas had to tell her what had happened.
"Arwen, come. I must tell you what happened with Uruviel. She is not as she seems," Legolas said. He led her back to the garden and told her what happened.
"So? She likes you!" Arwen said, not understanding. "Why---"
"No! You do not understand. She has negative intentions, I am sure. Uruviel is here to spoil something, and I am suspicious." Legolas said, trying to convince her.
"Come Legolas, the night is almost over. Uruviel or not, we must attend at least the last of the celebration." Arwen led him back to a table covered in silk cloths. As they sat down, food was served to them. To Legolas's dismay, Uruviel joined them. "Lovely night, no?" she said.
The night was in fact not that lovely in the least. The sky was cloudy, threatening to burst at any moment and soak them all. The air was cold and bitter, and the wind was fluttering the candles.
"No, it is not," Arwen laughed, speaking Legolas's thoughts. "The stars are vailed, and it is no night for a party!" Uruviel glared at her.
"Legolas, can we sit... alone?" Uruviel said, almost begging. Legolas begged Arwen to stay without using a word, but with his eyes. Arwen nodded.
"Legolas and I are close friends, Uruviel. We, in fact, would rather be left alone to talk amongst ourselves of what friends converse upon," Arwen said, perfectly, as if she had rehearsed the words. Legolas nodded.
"Yes, of-of course!" She stammered, stung by Arwen's words. "I was going to say hello to your father anyways." Uruviel nodded to Arwen. She quickly stood, and the light in her face seemed to flicker some, as if to reveal a poltergeist underneath.
"Thank you, Arwen." Legolas said. He could not finish his thanks, for Thranduil stood at the head table, and the instruments that were playing sad tunes ceased for the moment.
"Thank you for coming to our celebration! Unfortunately, the night is coming to an end, and it is time for the elves of Mirkwood to rest. Please make way to your designated rooms, which will be given to you shortly!" He clapped his hands, and the guests began to retire.
"Finally," Arwen yawned. Legolas and she headed into the castle. Legolas stepped into his quarters and gladly dressed into his nightgown. He collapsed in his bed, and thought of all that had become of him that evening. Eventually, he began to drift into unconscious sleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ahh!" Legolas woke with a start, and quickly reached for the sword that he kept on the side of his bed. He felt that something was wrong. He looked around his dark room but saw nothing. He kept feeling for his sword, but could not find it. Legolas frowned. He knew that he had left it there last evening ...
Suddenly a candle lit somewhere in the room. He looked for the source of the light, and saw Uruviel sitting on his windowsill. She was holding Legolas's sword, unsheathed. He quickly jumped out of his bed. "What is your meaning here? It must be two past the mid of night!" Legolas was weary, and quickly headed for his quiver, which he usually had suspended above his clothing chamber. It was absent.
"Look, Prince Legolas, you have no choice. You are outnumbered. You are coming with me, and now." Uruviel smiled.
"You are but alone, and what do you mean? I shall go nowhere." Legolas said, his eyebrows narrowed, and his expression troubled.
"Oh, yes you are, and nay, I am not alone." Uruviel waved her arm, and several elves, all male, leapt obediently from hiding. She smiled, patiently, and said, "Come, now, Legolas, you are mine now."
Legolas thought of a way to defend himself, but what did he have besides his own body? They had his beloved quiver and bow, and his sword was also held captive. He quickly put his hand underneath his mattress, and soon found what he seeked. A knife, though small, that Uruviel had obviously missed. Legolas smirked, and the elves and Uruviel pressed in on him.
"I do not want to kill my own kin, but it seems I have no choice!" He thrust the knife into the heart of the first elf, and quickly withdrew it to strike another foe. Legolas was just about to plunge the knife into his next victim when an icy cold blade met his flesh, not breaking his flesh, but holding his neck in a vital position.
Legolas cautiously looked up, and saw that Uruviel was wielding the blade. It was actually shaming to know that a maiden was holding him so. He knew what to do, however. He put his hands on hers, and keeping his neck far away from the sharp metal, he flipped kicking her head. Uruviel withdrew the sword, and fell to the floor, unconscious.
Legolas observed his opponents, and saw that there were maybe ten elves or more. As he ran in to attack them, more elves came from the shadows. A very large elf was holding shackles that were to hold him.
He made for the door, to spread the alarm, to run for help. But as he did, elves blocked the way. They formed a circle around Legolas, and soon he was helpless. They knocked his knife away, and gripped his hands. He struggled wildly, but it was no use against so many antagonists. The large elf came forth, and soon Legolas found himself bound and gagged. Uruviel finally regained her consciousness, and saw that her prize was won. "Let us flee," She said, "Before the foolish Mirkwood elves discover!"
That was the last thing Legolas saw as a elf hit him hard over the head. He slipped from consciousness and the absence of light overtook him.
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Legolas touched his lips. What was going on? He walked, dazed back to the party. "Legolas!" He heard a voice say. He looked around and saw Arwen. Legolas had to tell her what had happened.
"Arwen, come. I must tell you what happened with Uruviel. She is not as she seems," Legolas said. He led her back to the garden and told her what happened.
"So? She likes you!" Arwen said, not understanding. "Why---"
"No! You do not understand. She has negative intentions, I am sure. Uruviel is here to spoil something, and I am suspicious." Legolas said, trying to convince her.
"Come Legolas, the night is almost over. Uruviel or not, we must attend at least the last of the celebration." Arwen led him back to a table covered in silk cloths. As they sat down, food was served to them. To Legolas's dismay, Uruviel joined them. "Lovely night, no?" she said.
The night was in fact not that lovely in the least. The sky was cloudy, threatening to burst at any moment and soak them all. The air was cold and bitter, and the wind was fluttering the candles.
"No, it is not," Arwen laughed, speaking Legolas's thoughts. "The stars are vailed, and it is no night for a party!" Uruviel glared at her.
"Legolas, can we sit... alone?" Uruviel said, almost begging. Legolas begged Arwen to stay without using a word, but with his eyes. Arwen nodded.
"Legolas and I are close friends, Uruviel. We, in fact, would rather be left alone to talk amongst ourselves of what friends converse upon," Arwen said, perfectly, as if she had rehearsed the words. Legolas nodded.
"Yes, of-of course!" She stammered, stung by Arwen's words. "I was going to say hello to your father anyways." Uruviel nodded to Arwen. She quickly stood, and the light in her face seemed to flicker some, as if to reveal a poltergeist underneath.
"Thank you, Arwen." Legolas said. He could not finish his thanks, for Thranduil stood at the head table, and the instruments that were playing sad tunes ceased for the moment.
"Thank you for coming to our celebration! Unfortunately, the night is coming to an end, and it is time for the elves of Mirkwood to rest. Please make way to your designated rooms, which will be given to you shortly!" He clapped his hands, and the guests began to retire.
"Finally," Arwen yawned. Legolas and she headed into the castle. Legolas stepped into his quarters and gladly dressed into his nightgown. He collapsed in his bed, and thought of all that had become of him that evening. Eventually, he began to drift into unconscious sleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ahh!" Legolas woke with a start, and quickly reached for the sword that he kept on the side of his bed. He felt that something was wrong. He looked around his dark room but saw nothing. He kept feeling for his sword, but could not find it. Legolas frowned. He knew that he had left it there last evening ...
Suddenly a candle lit somewhere in the room. He looked for the source of the light, and saw Uruviel sitting on his windowsill. She was holding Legolas's sword, unsheathed. He quickly jumped out of his bed. "What is your meaning here? It must be two past the mid of night!" Legolas was weary, and quickly headed for his quiver, which he usually had suspended above his clothing chamber. It was absent.
"Look, Prince Legolas, you have no choice. You are outnumbered. You are coming with me, and now." Uruviel smiled.
"You are but alone, and what do you mean? I shall go nowhere." Legolas said, his eyebrows narrowed, and his expression troubled.
"Oh, yes you are, and nay, I am not alone." Uruviel waved her arm, and several elves, all male, leapt obediently from hiding. She smiled, patiently, and said, "Come, now, Legolas, you are mine now."
Legolas thought of a way to defend himself, but what did he have besides his own body? They had his beloved quiver and bow, and his sword was also held captive. He quickly put his hand underneath his mattress, and soon found what he seeked. A knife, though small, that Uruviel had obviously missed. Legolas smirked, and the elves and Uruviel pressed in on him.
"I do not want to kill my own kin, but it seems I have no choice!" He thrust the knife into the heart of the first elf, and quickly withdrew it to strike another foe. Legolas was just about to plunge the knife into his next victim when an icy cold blade met his flesh, not breaking his flesh, but holding his neck in a vital position.
Legolas cautiously looked up, and saw that Uruviel was wielding the blade. It was actually shaming to know that a maiden was holding him so. He knew what to do, however. He put his hands on hers, and keeping his neck far away from the sharp metal, he flipped kicking her head. Uruviel withdrew the sword, and fell to the floor, unconscious.
Legolas observed his opponents, and saw that there were maybe ten elves or more. As he ran in to attack them, more elves came from the shadows. A very large elf was holding shackles that were to hold him.
He made for the door, to spread the alarm, to run for help. But as he did, elves blocked the way. They formed a circle around Legolas, and soon he was helpless. They knocked his knife away, and gripped his hands. He struggled wildly, but it was no use against so many antagonists. The large elf came forth, and soon Legolas found himself bound and gagged. Uruviel finally regained her consciousness, and saw that her prize was won. "Let us flee," She said, "Before the foolish Mirkwood elves discover!"
That was the last thing Legolas saw as a elf hit him hard over the head. He slipped from consciousness and the absence of light overtook him.
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