*** Slaved Prince ***
GENRE: Angst
AUTHOR: Leannan Sidhe (Thanks Caz!!!!!!)
RAITING: It was PG-13, now it is R
WARNINGS: This chapter contains CHILD TORTURE.
DISCLAIMER: I'm studying, I don't own anything more than my laptop, my cat, and the few things scattered in my room, do you honestly think I could own Legolas or any other important character?? I don't think so.
Legolas was lost in thought. He couldn't believe what these elves were saying; he was not a slave! He was Elrond's assistant, not a slave. His father would have never sent him to Rivendell to be a slave. Never!
"I'm talking to you, slave," said the slave master to Legolas.
"I am not a slave," was Legolas response.
Eledhlim noticed Elrohir's presence and turned to look at him. "You hear him, Elrohir? He is not a slave," mocked the elf.
"Leave him alone! He's only a child..." Elrohir knelt in front of him. "Hello, Legolas. I'm Elrohir, son of Elrond."
Legolas looked at him closely; somehow he felt he could trust him. "Am I a slave?"
Elrohir felt a pang of despair at hearing the child's words. Legolas's voice was so uncertain and innocent. "My dear boy, you are not exactly a slave. But you are under my father's orders now."
Legolas was confused. First they told him he was a slave, then they told him he wasn't "exactly" a slave. Was he or was he not?
"Don't be soft with the slave, Elrohir. He has to learn how to be a slave," the other elf replied angrily towards Elrohir's actions.
"He is nothing but a child, Eledhlim! Don't you see no one explained anything to him. Poor child. look at him, he's confused."
Legolas was getting annoyed. They talked as if he wasn't in the room. He was here; couldn't they speak to him instead of talking to each other about him?
Suddenly Elrohir spoke to him in a kind voice. "Legolas, you are here looking for protection, your father told you that." He waited for Legolas's response. When the young prince nodded, Elrohir carried on. "My father agreed to take care of you, but he wouldn't do it for free. You have to serve him, but he does not own you. You are Prince Legolas from the Woodland realm, and nothing will ever change that, but you have to serve my father," was Elrohir's explanation.
"I am a slave," whispered Legolas, feeling a lump in his throat.
"That's enough, Elrohir. You do not owe this slave an explanation," said Eledhlim.
"Be careful, Eledhlim. You may be my friend, but I will not allow you to harm this child. I have my eyes on you," hissed Elrohir.
+*+*+*+*+*+*
Weeks later, Legolas was getting used to the fact that he was Elrond's slave and that he had to do anything the Lord of Rivendell told him, whenever he told him.
Legolas was currently sitting on a garden bench, staring at the ground. This morning, while he had been sitting in the Lord's library, he saw a ring. It was a beautiful ring, and Legolas had felt the need to touch it. then Eledhlim had entered and Legolas freaked out, putting the ring in his pocket.
He had taken something he was not supposed to even look at. Legolas had taken Lord Elrond's ring. ´Maybe Lord Elrond will not notice,´ Legolas thought.
"Legolas, come here." Eledhlim voice was stern.
"What do you need?" asked Legolas apprehensively.
"Lord Elrond wants to see you..." There was a pause, and then Eledhlim grinned. "...immediately."
Legolas looked at Eledhlim, scared, and walked towards Lord Elrond's study. He knocked on the door and waited.
"Enter, Legolas," said Lord Elrond. He wasn't smiling, Elrond looked angry.
"What is it, my Lord?" asked Legolas, a faint tremor in his voice. Lord Elrond had never hurt him badly when he made a mistake, but he feared him sometimes.
"Did you take my ring?" asked Elrond, looking at him.
"No, I... I mean yes, but no, because... eh, see I was... and..." stuttered Legolas, not knowing what to say.
"You should have not touched it, Legolas!" Elrond yelled at him. "No one can touch Vilya."
"But I just wanted to..." Legolas tried to explain, but Elrond cut him off.
"Give me the ring, Legolas," said Elrond, visibly trying to calm down.
Legolas took the ring out of his pocket and gave it to Lord Elrond, who had a strange look in his eyes. Eledhlim, who was standing behind the Lord, was grinning.
"Take him away from me now," said Elrond. "Take him away."
"Yes, my Lord," said Eledhlim, grabbing Legolas by the shoulders. "I'll reprimand him, do not worry, my Lord. I'll do it myself."
Eledhlim dragged Legolas to a separate chamber. "You are going to learn not to touch what you are not supposed to," he said, hauling Legolas into the room and starting a fire.
Legolas felt nervous; he did not know what Eledhlim was going to do to him. What if he was beaten. What Legolas did not know was that Eledhlim was not thinking about hitting him; he had something worse in mind.
CHILD TORTURE ALERT + + + +
"Come here, Legolas," he said, but when Legolas hesitated he took him by the arm and dragged him to where he had been standing by the fire.
Next to the fire was a piece of iron that looked really hot - it glowed white. Legolas wondered what that was used for, not knowing that Eledhlim was going to use it to punish him.
Eledhlim took Legolas's hand and whispered in his ear, "This may sting a bit..." and then he placed the iron rod in Legolas's small hand.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Legolas screamed, the pain was far to intense for him. "please, stop...please..." He was in way too much pain to care about crying in front of his tormentor.
Legolas could smell his own flesh being burnt and could do nothing to stop it.
Then Eledhlim took the iron away, leaving an angry red mark on his pale hand. Legolas was sobbing, clutching his wrist, staring down at his throbbing palm. "Stop crying!" Eledhlim yelled.
Legolas tried to stop the hot tears falling from his eyes, but the pain was unbearable. He had never, in his young life, felt anything like that. When the tears refused to stop, Eledhlim rolled Legolas's robe forcefully and struck him with the hot iron on his back. Legolas let out a blood curling scream.
"Ada... Ada, please help me, please..." Legolas was sobbing.
No one is going to help you, slave." Was the last thing Legolas heard before he passed out due to the agony his body was being trough.
A/N: I updated this fic only because meisalliam reviewed, maybe it isn't appreciated in this site, however, if I don't get any reviews for this I may as well stop writing this fic. If no one likes it at least let me know, so I can stop wasting my time writing something no one actually is going to read.
GENRE: Angst
AUTHOR: Leannan Sidhe (Thanks Caz!!!!!!)
RAITING: It was PG-13, now it is R
WARNINGS: This chapter contains CHILD TORTURE.
DISCLAIMER: I'm studying, I don't own anything more than my laptop, my cat, and the few things scattered in my room, do you honestly think I could own Legolas or any other important character?? I don't think so.
Legolas was lost in thought. He couldn't believe what these elves were saying; he was not a slave! He was Elrond's assistant, not a slave. His father would have never sent him to Rivendell to be a slave. Never!
"I'm talking to you, slave," said the slave master to Legolas.
"I am not a slave," was Legolas response.
Eledhlim noticed Elrohir's presence and turned to look at him. "You hear him, Elrohir? He is not a slave," mocked the elf.
"Leave him alone! He's only a child..." Elrohir knelt in front of him. "Hello, Legolas. I'm Elrohir, son of Elrond."
Legolas looked at him closely; somehow he felt he could trust him. "Am I a slave?"
Elrohir felt a pang of despair at hearing the child's words. Legolas's voice was so uncertain and innocent. "My dear boy, you are not exactly a slave. But you are under my father's orders now."
Legolas was confused. First they told him he was a slave, then they told him he wasn't "exactly" a slave. Was he or was he not?
"Don't be soft with the slave, Elrohir. He has to learn how to be a slave," the other elf replied angrily towards Elrohir's actions.
"He is nothing but a child, Eledhlim! Don't you see no one explained anything to him. Poor child. look at him, he's confused."
Legolas was getting annoyed. They talked as if he wasn't in the room. He was here; couldn't they speak to him instead of talking to each other about him?
Suddenly Elrohir spoke to him in a kind voice. "Legolas, you are here looking for protection, your father told you that." He waited for Legolas's response. When the young prince nodded, Elrohir carried on. "My father agreed to take care of you, but he wouldn't do it for free. You have to serve him, but he does not own you. You are Prince Legolas from the Woodland realm, and nothing will ever change that, but you have to serve my father," was Elrohir's explanation.
"I am a slave," whispered Legolas, feeling a lump in his throat.
"That's enough, Elrohir. You do not owe this slave an explanation," said Eledhlim.
"Be careful, Eledhlim. You may be my friend, but I will not allow you to harm this child. I have my eyes on you," hissed Elrohir.
+*+*+*+*+*+*
Weeks later, Legolas was getting used to the fact that he was Elrond's slave and that he had to do anything the Lord of Rivendell told him, whenever he told him.
Legolas was currently sitting on a garden bench, staring at the ground. This morning, while he had been sitting in the Lord's library, he saw a ring. It was a beautiful ring, and Legolas had felt the need to touch it. then Eledhlim had entered and Legolas freaked out, putting the ring in his pocket.
He had taken something he was not supposed to even look at. Legolas had taken Lord Elrond's ring. ´Maybe Lord Elrond will not notice,´ Legolas thought.
"Legolas, come here." Eledhlim voice was stern.
"What do you need?" asked Legolas apprehensively.
"Lord Elrond wants to see you..." There was a pause, and then Eledhlim grinned. "...immediately."
Legolas looked at Eledhlim, scared, and walked towards Lord Elrond's study. He knocked on the door and waited.
"Enter, Legolas," said Lord Elrond. He wasn't smiling, Elrond looked angry.
"What is it, my Lord?" asked Legolas, a faint tremor in his voice. Lord Elrond had never hurt him badly when he made a mistake, but he feared him sometimes.
"Did you take my ring?" asked Elrond, looking at him.
"No, I... I mean yes, but no, because... eh, see I was... and..." stuttered Legolas, not knowing what to say.
"You should have not touched it, Legolas!" Elrond yelled at him. "No one can touch Vilya."
"But I just wanted to..." Legolas tried to explain, but Elrond cut him off.
"Give me the ring, Legolas," said Elrond, visibly trying to calm down.
Legolas took the ring out of his pocket and gave it to Lord Elrond, who had a strange look in his eyes. Eledhlim, who was standing behind the Lord, was grinning.
"Take him away from me now," said Elrond. "Take him away."
"Yes, my Lord," said Eledhlim, grabbing Legolas by the shoulders. "I'll reprimand him, do not worry, my Lord. I'll do it myself."
Eledhlim dragged Legolas to a separate chamber. "You are going to learn not to touch what you are not supposed to," he said, hauling Legolas into the room and starting a fire.
Legolas felt nervous; he did not know what Eledhlim was going to do to him. What if he was beaten. What Legolas did not know was that Eledhlim was not thinking about hitting him; he had something worse in mind.
CHILD TORTURE ALERT + + + +
"Come here, Legolas," he said, but when Legolas hesitated he took him by the arm and dragged him to where he had been standing by the fire.
Next to the fire was a piece of iron that looked really hot - it glowed white. Legolas wondered what that was used for, not knowing that Eledhlim was going to use it to punish him.
Eledhlim took Legolas's hand and whispered in his ear, "This may sting a bit..." and then he placed the iron rod in Legolas's small hand.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Legolas screamed, the pain was far to intense for him. "please, stop...please..." He was in way too much pain to care about crying in front of his tormentor.
Legolas could smell his own flesh being burnt and could do nothing to stop it.
Then Eledhlim took the iron away, leaving an angry red mark on his pale hand. Legolas was sobbing, clutching his wrist, staring down at his throbbing palm. "Stop crying!" Eledhlim yelled.
Legolas tried to stop the hot tears falling from his eyes, but the pain was unbearable. He had never, in his young life, felt anything like that. When the tears refused to stop, Eledhlim rolled Legolas's robe forcefully and struck him with the hot iron on his back. Legolas let out a blood curling scream.
"Ada... Ada, please help me, please..." Legolas was sobbing.
No one is going to help you, slave." Was the last thing Legolas heard before he passed out due to the agony his body was being trough.
A/N: I updated this fic only because meisalliam reviewed, maybe it isn't appreciated in this site, however, if I don't get any reviews for this I may as well stop writing this fic. If no one likes it at least let me know, so I can stop wasting my time writing something no one actually is going to read.