Disclaimer: I am not the genius Tolkien. Other characters are mine. So there.
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Legolas lay, unmoving, awaiting the moment that Angarod's knife would slice into his neck, hopefully killing him. That way, he thought, I could be with Ithilion.
But that fateful moment never came. Angarod leaned over the elf, sneered once with a nearly toothless smile, and then…let him go.
Legolas didn't move. He was too frozen in fear and confusion to move. So Angarod gave him a swift kick in the ribs to get him moving.
"Get up, elf!" The man cried, obviously impatient. Legolas obeyed and stood in front of the man, clutching his injured side.
"Stand up straight." Angarod ordered.
Legolas turned his crystalline blue eyes towards the man, shooting his a cold glare. He decided to ignore the man's order.
Angarod's eyebrows furrowed when the elf didn't do what he was told. "So you want to learn the hard way, eh? Fine with me. Personally, I think they turn out better if you us that method."
Legolas continued his glare. He didn't know what the man meant by "hard way" but he was sure he could endure whatever it was. He was a warrior after all. And sooner or later he'd find a way out of here.
Angarod leaned in again towards Legolas. "Listen to me, boy. You'd best do as I say or you are going to suffer, Firstborn or not. I know, I've been through it all."
That caught Legolas's attention, and he must have shown it visibly, for Angarod continued still.
"I supposed you noticed my little scar." He gestured to the mangled right side of his face. "Got this little mark in this arena, in the very place your standing. This is the kind of thing that happens when you get smashed in the face with a mace. Would you like to get a little scar like mine?"
Legolas said nothing. He did nothing. He felt nothing.
"You'd better say something to me, elf, or that'll be exactly what your getting." Angarod warned.
After a moment's hesitation, Legolas reluctantly shook his head no. Angarod smiled.
"That's good. It'll help you move quicker."
Legolas continued to stare at the man. He was speaking in riddles endlessly. Why did he keep saying he knew how he felt, and so on? Wasn't he the one holding Legolas prisoner?
Angarod surprised him then by answering those questions. "I was like you once. Taken against my will and forced to fight to the death to survive. It's not a nice way to live. But at least it's living."
Angarod stepped up close to the elf, who didn't dare move an inch. "If you want to live, you'll listen to me and do as I say, understood?"
Legolas blinked at the man again and pondered his thoughts. He didn't want to die. He wasn't sure if he wanted to live either, though, if it meant suffering. Suddenly he was ashamed of himself. He was a warrior, not a weakling, and whatever a man could withstand he could ten times better. He would live. He wanted to. Reluctantly his eyes went to the ground and he nodded his head.
"Good!" Angarod shouted. "Now, you'll meet your playmates."
Angarod looked towards the door, where now two other servants had appeared. "Time for the boys to meet their new playmate!" He called to them, and they quickly disappeared back down into the stairway.
Legolas's eyes darted between the doorway and Angarod. He feared what would come out of the doorway. He hated himself to admit it, but he was afraid. Then he saw movements in the shadows, and then out of the doorway came two rows of dirty, burly men. They all had chains around their ankles and wrists, causing their movements to be limited. There was 13 in one row and only 12 in the other.
"Chain him up in the back." Angarod ordered his minions, as if Legolas wasn't listening. There was no way they were getting him in chains again. The servant took ahold of his arm, but he refused to move. The man shot a confused look at Angarod, who only shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"Looks like he wants to learn the hard way." Angarod said softly.
The servant moved away, and Legolas noticed that the rows of other prisoners were watching him. Most of them were giving him hard glares that he found unreadable, but he knew they weren't friendly. Slowly Angarod stepped towards Legolas again.
"Is that the way you want it, boy?" His tone was cruel and mocking. Legolas still refused to speak or budge. Whatever this man had planned for him, he could do it right here. He was going to run away no longer.
"Very well, elf." Angarod reached behind him and snatched something from his belt. A whip.
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Uh-oh. Legolas is in trouble now.
Louis: So there you go. You wanted to know more about Angarod. Thanks for complimenting me on that name, by the way. As for Legolas—time to start the suffering!!! MWA-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! /blinks/ Ooops. I just revealed--/rising dramatic scary music in background/--my DARK SIDE!!! MWA-ha-ha-ha-ha!!
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