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AUTHOR'S NOTE: EVERYBODY READ THIS!! Ok, caps lock is off! My dear friend and fellow fanfic writer Starknight (you should all go and read her two LotR stories, they are developing very very nicely) let it come to my attention that some of you people might have read the last chappy and mistaken my interactions between Curdolin and Legolas //slashable//. Well, I have two comments about that:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…… This is a romance fic, not a nasty slashy fic. There will be absolutely no Curdolin/Legolas no Aragorn/Legolas or Haldir/Legolas or anything like that! Just romance between a boy (guess who) and a girl. And the lovey dovey scenes will not be graphic. Very. For more info (read: spoilers) scroll down to the bottom and read what I wrote my dear friend Louis. Thanks y'all! Now for the story….****************************Chapter three*********************************
Legolas awoke to the small spot of sunlight that shone through the only small window in his cell shining him in the face. He blocked the light with his hand and slowly rolled out of bed. His head felt better today.
The elf prince looked about his new living quarters now that there was some light he could use to see. Dirt floor. Stone walls. A pile of wooden planks for a bed and a thick wooden door. Other than that, nothing.
Raising himself up so his eyes peered over the ledge of the tiny windowsill, he looked thru the bars. The sun was nearly directly above him. He must have slept longer than usual. His cell would be in shadow soon.
Suddenly, the elf heard footsteps outside his door. As he turned to look, he heard the lock be worked and he smelled a now familiar stench: men.
Legolas pushed himself as far away from the door as possible and desperately looked for something to defend himself with. Finally he wrenched one of the wooden planks from the bed and held it out in front of him, just as the door opened.
"Ah, so the little elf has awakened." The cruel voice of Curdolin rang in Legolas's ears. He hated that voice. "And it seems he's become quite close with the wooden planks we gave him." Legolas wanted to pounce on the evil man and show him a thing or to that elves could do with wooden planks.
But Curdolin was not alone. He had several large men behind him. One had a horrendous scare that disfigured part of his face almost to the point of monstrosity. He stepped forward, smiling (if you could call the expression on his face a smile) like Curdolin.
"Well." He said. "Should I get to work on him now, my Lord? I'm sure the other boys would love to play with him."
Legolas tensed, but tried not to make it visible.
Curdolin fingered his beard. "Yes, I suppose that would be a nice, healthy way to start with the young brute." He waved a hand. "Take him and do what you always do, Angarod. I have faith in you."
Legolas's eyes flared at being called young. He was 2889 years old. How dare a human call him young?
The disfigured one Curdolin had called Angarod nodded to the rest of the men. They stepped forward towards Legolas. Each of them had a knife in his belt. The one in the front, who had a rusty red beard and matted hair, withdrew him and displayed it menacingly.
"You won't be so stupid as to try and get through me, elf." He spit that last word out like it tasted foul. "Drop the plank."
Legolas looked at the man for a moment, and then to the surprise of Curdolin and the other men, did what he was told. The rusty-bearded man raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, and took a hold of the elf's arm, holding it behind his back where he couldn't move it much. One of his partners did the same.
"Well, it seems that he's learning quickly," Curdolin commented to Angarod.
Legolas was smiling inside. The men were fools. He knew he had a much better chance of escape if he got out of his cell first.
The men led him out of the room, and then about halfway down the corridor, when Legolas plunged forward with all his strength. It was painful for his arms, and flung him to the ground, but it also rid him of his captors. Within an instant he was up on his feet again and running at full speed to the staircase that would lead him to freedom.
He looked behind him as he ascending the staircase to see the looks on the men's faces, but to his surprise, they weren't following him. Curdolin was standing there, with a small smile on his face.
Legolas decided to ignore the strange behavior. If the men, didn't want to keep him, that was fine. As long as he was free.
He finally reached the outside world, and his heart began to sing. But the song was cut short when he saw the reason Curdolin and his henchmen weren't following him.
Walls. He was in circular shaped field surrounded by walls. Up above him there were large windows, and there behind them halls filled with rows of seats. This was an arena. The one Curdolin had spoken of before.
Snapping out of his shock, Legolas frantically searched for a way out. But there was none, save the way he came in. The walls were at least 15 feet tall and made of smooth stone. He wouldn't be able to scale them.
"You went the wrong way, fool." Angarod had suddenly appeared in the doorway behind him. "The way out is that back that way." The man nodded his ugly head back towards the staircase. "I know, because this was the first thing I did when I was taken too."
Legolas blinked. He didn't understand. But he didn't need to. This man had just given him the information he needed to get out of here. And surely he could get by one mere mortal.
He didn't even have to make a decision. Legolas lunged at the man, a shout of rage escaping his lips. He planned to do nothing more than to knock Angarod back down the stairway, hopefully disabling him and then making his runaway.
But Angarod was much more prepared for an attack than Legolas had thought. He caught one of the elf's wrists before Legolas could touch him, and then with the other hand dealt Legolas a hard back hand. Legolas hit the ground hard.
Angarod stamped down with his leather booted foot onto elf's chest, pinning him there, and swiftly drawing a knife from one of them he placed it securely under Legolas's chin against his throat.
A stab of fear shot through Legolas's mind. He knew he was going to die.
*****************Personal thingy.
Ella (hoping that you found my story again after I re-uploaded it): Thanks for reviewing! I appreciate your comments and sympathize for Legolas too. ~blinks~ Wait, I'm the one doing this to him. ~shrugs~ oh well. I'm sorry for the malfunction about the second chapter. My computer went screwy so I had to delete the entire story and then upload it again. Once again, thanks!
Louis (aka Starknight): I wuv you!! (I'm writing this right after I r+r'ed the challenge fic I give you, so I wuv you!! Thanks! Yes, it would be a good idea for me to put up a notice on the top that it's not a slash fic. It's a romance. Which is not…slash…right? Confused now. It is good that Lego can't get away cuz I can imagine that in some ways elves aren't these perfect being who can get out of EVERYTHING. I'll have a few spoilers, so don't read if you don't want to know:
Legolas is going to have a lot of problems in this fic. I'm beginning to think I should have categorized it as an angst-y fic, cuz (I'm warning you) there are gonna be very sad parts. There will be very very very very very miniscule references to the word that makes all us teenagers blush and giggle and ends with an X. NO! DON'T RUN AWAY! ~grabs Louis and duck tapes her to chair~ Very very small little tiny references! It was the only way I'm satisfied with it, I'm sorry! That's why it's pg-13, after all. But it won't be graphic at all, believe me, the sexiest word I will use in this fic will be "kiss". Ok? Ok. There will be a sequel to this, quite possibly a series. I love series-es. Is that a word? Hmmm….See you again and thanks, grrl!!