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**************************Chapter 2**********************************
Not an hour had passed before the dark door swung open and the men walked in. Legolas stiffened and his chains rattled slightly. But these were not the men that had taken him prisoner.
One was thin and gaunt, and cringed at the voice of the other. He was a servant, or a slave, Legolas decided. The other was larger and looked more healthy, with a full beard and dressed in good clothes. They spoke about Legolas as if he was no more than an animal, and couldn't understand their words. That angered him, but he said nothing.
"He is in fine shape, my Lord Curdolin." Said the servant in a pleasing tone. "By far he is the greatest catch of my master."
The one the gaunt one called Lord Curdolin cocked his head from one side to the other, not bothering to answer the servant. His small beady eyes were set deep in his skull and he reminded Legolas of a fat weasel, sniveling and dishonest. Finally Curdolin nodded.
"I will buy him." He announced. "After all, I have never had an elf fight in my arena."
"Very well, my Lord." Said the servant, bowing lowly. "I will fetch my master for the key to the creature's chains."
The words "fight" and "arena" frightened Legolas. What were they to do to him? And he wasn't too fond of the servant calling him, one of the First Born, a "creature".
The servant left, leaving Legolas with Lord Curdolin. Curdolin smiled wickedly at the elf and knelt beside him. Legolas backed away the distance his chains would allow, but that distance wasn't much. Then the man spoke.
"Ah, yes you will be an excellent addition to my collection, little elf." He said, inspecting him. "I think you will be one of the best yet."
Curdolin's eyes turned towards Legolas, expecting him to say something, but the elf was silent.
Curdolin found this amusing. "Do you speak? Come! Say something! I am eager to hear your tale." He chuckled, but the elf still remained silent. "You will learn to do as I say in time, little elf."
Legolas's bright blue eyes shone with a hate and rage for this man. He dared not take his eyes off him. Curdolin opened his mouth as if to taunt the elf more, but the servant returned, keys in hand. Legolas tensed. This was his chance to get out of here. Surely he would be able to get past these two.
The servant leaned in close to Legolas and undid his chains. Legolas held very still, but once all the chains had been removed he sprung up, knocking the servant down. He shot Curdolin a raging look and lunged for the door. Curdolin had the wits to stumble out of the desperate elf's path. Legolas had reached the door and his heart leapt with joy, for he knew freedom was not far off. His happiness distracted him however, and he ran into a hard wall of flesh, knocking himself down back thru the doorway.
A man stood there, and Legolas recognized him as one of his captors. There were three others behind him, all bearing weapons.
"You are a fool if you think that we wouldn't take care in keeping you, elf." The man in the front said, menace lacing his voice. He was tall, even taller than Legolas, and strongly built, as were his companions. Legolas's eyes searched for a possible way out, but he found none. The narrow staircase going up was already filled with the bodies of cruel men. He had no way through.
The leader of the men smiled wickedly. "Bind his hands and feet and have him put into Lord Curdolin's carriage." The other men stepped forward to do this, and Legolas's mind screamed at him to fight, but he saw no use in wasting his energy. The cruel hard hands roughly bound him, and he was carried up the stairway and onto a carriage. Many times he struggled to free his bonds, but the men laughed at him.
"What a foolish thing! Thinking he can free himself!" They laughed. "We have bound many, elf, and none have escaped. You will not be the first."
The leader of the captors turned to Curdolin. "It has been my pleasure doing business with you, my Lord. May your purchase serve you well."
Curdolin nodded and laughed, a wheezing sound that was almost painful to the elf's ears. "I'm sure he will be excellent, judging by the display I just saw." He replied, before stepping into the carriage next to Legolas. The elf prince pushed himself as far away from the foul man as he could as the carriage began to move.
Curdolin eyed the elf with curiosity. "Such a strange creature you are." He said to Legolas. "I have never had an elf in my service before." He leaned forward menacingly. "I bet you wonder what is to become of you. Well, my friend, don't you worry. I will tell you."
"My closest friends and I have an interesting way of entertaining ourselves. You, my little elf, will be added to my collection of fighters, and if I shall choose you, you will be forced to fight another man.to the death. The winner lives.the loser dies. It is that simple. What do you think?"
Legolas refused to say anything to this man, but he found it hard to disguise his fear. Fighting to the death for entertainment? These men must have had twisted minds.
Curdolin seemed to except the elf's silence and so continued. "It is quite interesting, watching the slaves murder each other. I do not doubt that you will be quite the fighter. You know if you fight well enough, I might give you a reward."
Legolas still said nothing, and Curdolin observed him and then gasped. "I have yet to learn your name! Tell me, what is it?"
Legolas blinked. Couldn't this man take a hint? His mouth shut tightly in a straight line and he refused to say anything to the evil lord, not even look at him.
"Well if you will not tell me than I will just have to refer to you always as my slave." Curdolin concluded.
Legolas clenched his bound hands into fists. He was no one's slave and never would be. Silently his mind swore that oath to himself.
For the rest of the ride Curdolin was silent, and before long Legolas saw lights in the distance. A city of men. Legolas was beginning to wish that he never had gone on his fateful hunting trip.
"That is where I live," Cudolin said, as if he was talking to a small child, only his tone was cruel and jagged. "And it's where you are going to live from now on." The carriage approached a large mansion, and Curdolin was quick to call out his servants to carry Legolas down a stairway that led under the mansion into yet another dungeon. There were rows upon rows of cells, each with a prisoner or a slave inside them. Curdolin's assistants gave Legolas the first empty one on the left and threw him in. They laughed as he fell, unable to catch himself on his hands, and then carefully began to free him.
Curdolin smiled as the elf was freed from his bonds, and Legolas shrank away from the men. He was not going to try and escape and make the same mistake again, for he knew the consequences could be great. The men smiled at him, and Legolas hated himself for not having the strength to be able to escape.
"Goodnight, my dear slave," Curdolin said in a wicked singsong voice as he and his servants stepped out. "I'll see you in the morning." Then the heavy wood and iron door to the cell slammed shut, and Legolas's elven ears heard the lock click, and then he was alone.
He stood still as his keen eyes adjusted to the darkness of his prison. This dungeon was larger than the previous one, and it had a row of hard wooden planks attached together will rusty nails, to serve as a bed. There was a small window up above Legolas's head, that lead to the outside. It was barred, and besides, it was much too small to fit himself through. He did spend a good time that night, staring out of that tiny window out at the sky, where the stars shone brightly. Legolas prayed that somehow he could get out of this dreadful place, and return to his home, to his family. What was left of his family. His father would be terribly worried when he and his brother did not return, along with the families of the other elves Legolas had traveled with and who were now dead.
Now that Ithilion was dead, the weight of Mirkwood's rule was passed to him, Legolas realized. It shocked him momentarily, for he had grown up thinking that Ithilion would have to hold all the responsibility and that he could go about his life the way he wanted. But now the burden was passed to him. Now he would become king once his father followed in his mother's footsteps and left Middle Earth for Valinor, whether he wanted to be or not. And that was only if he could escape.
His mind filled with pain as he thought of the last image he saw before he had been knocked unconscious. Even if he did escape, how could he break the news to his father that his eldest son and heir to the throne had killed himself?
He would find a way, he decided. Somehow, someway, he would. Legolas glanced toward the locked door once more before laying himself down uncomfortably on the crude excuse for a bed, and he eventually drifted into a haunted sleep.
**************************Chapter 2**********************************
Not an hour had passed before the dark door swung open and the men walked in. Legolas stiffened and his chains rattled slightly. But these were not the men that had taken him prisoner.
One was thin and gaunt, and cringed at the voice of the other. He was a servant, or a slave, Legolas decided. The other was larger and looked more healthy, with a full beard and dressed in good clothes. They spoke about Legolas as if he was no more than an animal, and couldn't understand their words. That angered him, but he said nothing.
"He is in fine shape, my Lord Curdolin." Said the servant in a pleasing tone. "By far he is the greatest catch of my master."
The one the gaunt one called Lord Curdolin cocked his head from one side to the other, not bothering to answer the servant. His small beady eyes were set deep in his skull and he reminded Legolas of a fat weasel, sniveling and dishonest. Finally Curdolin nodded.
"I will buy him." He announced. "After all, I have never had an elf fight in my arena."
"Very well, my Lord." Said the servant, bowing lowly. "I will fetch my master for the key to the creature's chains."
The words "fight" and "arena" frightened Legolas. What were they to do to him? And he wasn't too fond of the servant calling him, one of the First Born, a "creature".
The servant left, leaving Legolas with Lord Curdolin. Curdolin smiled wickedly at the elf and knelt beside him. Legolas backed away the distance his chains would allow, but that distance wasn't much. Then the man spoke.
"Ah, yes you will be an excellent addition to my collection, little elf." He said, inspecting him. "I think you will be one of the best yet."
Curdolin's eyes turned towards Legolas, expecting him to say something, but the elf was silent.
Curdolin found this amusing. "Do you speak? Come! Say something! I am eager to hear your tale." He chuckled, but the elf still remained silent. "You will learn to do as I say in time, little elf."
Legolas's bright blue eyes shone with a hate and rage for this man. He dared not take his eyes off him. Curdolin opened his mouth as if to taunt the elf more, but the servant returned, keys in hand. Legolas tensed. This was his chance to get out of here. Surely he would be able to get past these two.
The servant leaned in close to Legolas and undid his chains. Legolas held very still, but once all the chains had been removed he sprung up, knocking the servant down. He shot Curdolin a raging look and lunged for the door. Curdolin had the wits to stumble out of the desperate elf's path. Legolas had reached the door and his heart leapt with joy, for he knew freedom was not far off. His happiness distracted him however, and he ran into a hard wall of flesh, knocking himself down back thru the doorway.
A man stood there, and Legolas recognized him as one of his captors. There were three others behind him, all bearing weapons.
"You are a fool if you think that we wouldn't take care in keeping you, elf." The man in the front said, menace lacing his voice. He was tall, even taller than Legolas, and strongly built, as were his companions. Legolas's eyes searched for a possible way out, but he found none. The narrow staircase going up was already filled with the bodies of cruel men. He had no way through.
The leader of the men smiled wickedly. "Bind his hands and feet and have him put into Lord Curdolin's carriage." The other men stepped forward to do this, and Legolas's mind screamed at him to fight, but he saw no use in wasting his energy. The cruel hard hands roughly bound him, and he was carried up the stairway and onto a carriage. Many times he struggled to free his bonds, but the men laughed at him.
"What a foolish thing! Thinking he can free himself!" They laughed. "We have bound many, elf, and none have escaped. You will not be the first."
The leader of the captors turned to Curdolin. "It has been my pleasure doing business with you, my Lord. May your purchase serve you well."
Curdolin nodded and laughed, a wheezing sound that was almost painful to the elf's ears. "I'm sure he will be excellent, judging by the display I just saw." He replied, before stepping into the carriage next to Legolas. The elf prince pushed himself as far away from the foul man as he could as the carriage began to move.
Curdolin eyed the elf with curiosity. "Such a strange creature you are." He said to Legolas. "I have never had an elf in my service before." He leaned forward menacingly. "I bet you wonder what is to become of you. Well, my friend, don't you worry. I will tell you."
"My closest friends and I have an interesting way of entertaining ourselves. You, my little elf, will be added to my collection of fighters, and if I shall choose you, you will be forced to fight another man.to the death. The winner lives.the loser dies. It is that simple. What do you think?"
Legolas refused to say anything to this man, but he found it hard to disguise his fear. Fighting to the death for entertainment? These men must have had twisted minds.
Curdolin seemed to except the elf's silence and so continued. "It is quite interesting, watching the slaves murder each other. I do not doubt that you will be quite the fighter. You know if you fight well enough, I might give you a reward."
Legolas still said nothing, and Curdolin observed him and then gasped. "I have yet to learn your name! Tell me, what is it?"
Legolas blinked. Couldn't this man take a hint? His mouth shut tightly in a straight line and he refused to say anything to the evil lord, not even look at him.
"Well if you will not tell me than I will just have to refer to you always as my slave." Curdolin concluded.
Legolas clenched his bound hands into fists. He was no one's slave and never would be. Silently his mind swore that oath to himself.
For the rest of the ride Curdolin was silent, and before long Legolas saw lights in the distance. A city of men. Legolas was beginning to wish that he never had gone on his fateful hunting trip.
"That is where I live," Cudolin said, as if he was talking to a small child, only his tone was cruel and jagged. "And it's where you are going to live from now on." The carriage approached a large mansion, and Curdolin was quick to call out his servants to carry Legolas down a stairway that led under the mansion into yet another dungeon. There were rows upon rows of cells, each with a prisoner or a slave inside them. Curdolin's assistants gave Legolas the first empty one on the left and threw him in. They laughed as he fell, unable to catch himself on his hands, and then carefully began to free him.
Curdolin smiled as the elf was freed from his bonds, and Legolas shrank away from the men. He was not going to try and escape and make the same mistake again, for he knew the consequences could be great. The men smiled at him, and Legolas hated himself for not having the strength to be able to escape.
"Goodnight, my dear slave," Curdolin said in a wicked singsong voice as he and his servants stepped out. "I'll see you in the morning." Then the heavy wood and iron door to the cell slammed shut, and Legolas's elven ears heard the lock click, and then he was alone.
He stood still as his keen eyes adjusted to the darkness of his prison. This dungeon was larger than the previous one, and it had a row of hard wooden planks attached together will rusty nails, to serve as a bed. There was a small window up above Legolas's head, that lead to the outside. It was barred, and besides, it was much too small to fit himself through. He did spend a good time that night, staring out of that tiny window out at the sky, where the stars shone brightly. Legolas prayed that somehow he could get out of this dreadful place, and return to his home, to his family. What was left of his family. His father would be terribly worried when he and his brother did not return, along with the families of the other elves Legolas had traveled with and who were now dead.
Now that Ithilion was dead, the weight of Mirkwood's rule was passed to him, Legolas realized. It shocked him momentarily, for he had grown up thinking that Ithilion would have to hold all the responsibility and that he could go about his life the way he wanted. But now the burden was passed to him. Now he would become king once his father followed in his mother's footsteps and left Middle Earth for Valinor, whether he wanted to be or not. And that was only if he could escape.
His mind filled with pain as he thought of the last image he saw before he had been knocked unconscious. Even if he did escape, how could he break the news to his father that his eldest son and heir to the throne had killed himself?
He would find a way, he decided. Somehow, someway, he would. Legolas glanced toward the locked door once more before laying himself down uncomfortably on the crude excuse for a bed, and he eventually drifted into a haunted sleep.