Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or Middle earth or anything Tolkien. But believe me, I want to!
*********************Chapter 6************************
Over the next two days Eredor and Legolas became more like friends. Legolas never told him that he was a prince or about his brother, but he told him enough.
Eredor told Legolas his life story. He had been born into slavery in the household of another rich family with his younger sister and mother. When they had become old enough, he and his sister were sold to Curdolin, and he was chosen to be used in the arena.
"What about your mother?" Legolas asked him, as they sat down together at the mess hall one day. Legolas had since been able to force himself to eat whatever was served to him.
Eredor's eyes became dark. "I don't know. My sister and I don't even know if she's still alive."
"You haven't told me your sister's name yet." Legolas stated. Eredor smiled at him.
"Eressa. She's four years younger than I, which makes her seventeen." He answered. Then his eyes became dark again and he looked up at Legolas seriously.
"Tomorrow is the day Curdolin's companions are arriving. There's to be entertainment." His words were grim. Legolas had since learned that the word 'entertainment' indicated that there was to be a fight in the near future. His happiness disappeared as well.
"Curdolin will pick me to fight." He said.
Eredor looked up, brushed his long sandy-brown hair out of his eyes and frowned. "You don't know that."
"Yes I do. I'm an elf, and he's going to want to test me out on humans to see how skilled I am."
"Well…" Eredor murmured. "You are skilled, right?"
Legolas said nothing but merely nodded. His silence only got his friend more interested.
"How so?" He asked eagerly.
Legolas looked up and smiled. "I've been professionally trained in archery, wielding knives and swords, and hand to hand combat."
Eredor scratched his head. "How do you decide which one to use?"
"I very much prefer the bow and arrow." Legolas said. "But I doubt that they will let me use that here."
Eredor nodded. "Once you're picked to fight, your owner decides what weapon you will wield."
"And then you go out and hope to live…or die." Legolas agreed. "Eredor."
"Hm?"
"Have you ever been in the ring?"
Eredor was surprised by the question but slowly nodded his head. "Yes. But only a few times."
"You won, obviously." Legolas stated.
Eredor nodded again, but pain was in his expression this time. "But I don't like to be reminded of it, Legolas."
"Forgive me." Legolas apologized.
"I do." Eredor answered. "I always will."
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Author's note: Ok, I know that things are slowing down a bit, but next chapter I'll try to fit in some fight scenes. I've never done fight scenes before but I watch enough R-rated movies to probably do a good job. Also, updates might be a little slower now, or chapters shorter (like this one) because I've gotten to the end of what I already had written down and now I have to type it and then upload it as I go along. Sorry!! Next time, I'll type all of it before I post!! Thanks!
XxDarkgoddessxX: Thanks for your compliments. Sorry about the details, I really should give the characters more detail (I mentioned that Eredor had sandy brown hair in this chapter) but I like more on focusing on the personality of my characters. That way my readers can imagine the characters their own way. But thanks for reminding me, I'll try and work a little on that! Thank you thank you thank you!! //gives XxDarkgoddessxX a cookie//
Nikki: You came back!! Sorry, I'm a kind of new at writing fanfic so I get all excited when people come back and read my story and bother to see if I updated yet. Oooooh, thank you sooooo much!!! //gives Nikki a cookie, a big yummy gooey chocolate chippy one// As for the fight…I try not to give spoilers, but I'll tell you one thing…Legolas will be meeting a new person soon…yeah!! Thanks and I hope you come back again! I've got more cookies!! //snickers// And if your really good then I might let you borrow Legolas. He lives in my room and follows me around everywhere, but no one else appears to notice him…makes me wonder if my mind is going…oh well. Once again, thanks!