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VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS:
Ok, from Saturday the 2nd of August to Saturday the 9th of August I will be on vacation, up north, in a cabin with no computer, digital cable or DVD player, so I won't be able to update or anything. I'm sorry, and I wish I didn't have to because I love all you guys cuz your sooooo good to me! I have 32 reviews as of today! But I typed like a madwoman yesterday and the day before and I have all the chapters 12 through 15 done, so when I get back updating my story will be the first thing I do, promise! Thank you guys!
*********Chapter 11**********
Legolas didn't remember how long or hard he cried. He didn't think of anything. Malkor was just alongside him, watching him put on this pitiful display.
Ithilion…why did you do it? Legolas asked his brother, whom he knew could not answer. Why couldn't you have been there like you have been all my life? Did you forget that we are brothers? Did you want to die, Brother?
Malkor stared at the elf as it wept on the dirty steps, unsure of what to do. He had merely wished to convince the creature to talk, not to cause it grief. He was contemplating ways to comfort the elf when the door opened.
Legolas spun around instinctively, but then quickly turned back. It was Angarod. The last thing Legolas wanted was for his cruel trainer to have the satisfaction of seeing him breaking down. He hastily wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up, his face becoming that of stone.
Angarod wasn't dressed in his usual peasants clothing and rusted breastplate. He was in fact, the total opposite. He was dressed finely, with a silk shirt that was covered by a magnificently decorated gold and silver breastplate. He had a cape that flowed behind him as he moved, and fine boots that thumped as he walked. Malkor bowed as Angarod acknowledged his presence. Then he turned his gaze to Legolas.
"He received a wound in the ring, Sir." Malkor explained. "A small one, but it bleeds heavily, and we thought it best you take a look at it."
Angarod bent down and glanced at Legolas's wound, little concern marring his already marred face. He gave a sigh, and motioned for Malkor to bring Legolas out into the lighted hallway. Apparently he didn't care much for Curdolin's marble floor.
"Leave us," he told Malkor. The man obeyed, but not before gazing at Legolas one last time. Legolas stared back, confused at the man's silence. He thought for certain that Malkor would brag to Angarod about his tears.
Maybe he was right…His mind said, betraying what he believed. Maybe not all humans are tyrants hungry for blood and power.
Legolas looked back and found Angarod inspecting his wound again. The scarred face then looked up and the man walked away down the marble and stone halls.
After moving a few feet, Angarod realized that the elf was not following. He turned, annoyance in his voice.
"Well, come on!" He said impatiently.
Legolas quickly nodded and obeyed. He had learned over the last three days that the wisest thing to do was not to test Angarod's patience, for it was short-lived. And Legolas had some fresh slashes across his back to prove it.
Angarod led the elf down several hallways, and this time it was easier for Legolas to recognize the differences. Mentally he mapped out what he had seen.
Finally Angarod stopped near a door. He opened it and went in, Legolas close behind him.
The room was furnished grandly, like the halls outside, and there were rich colors all around, but one thing was different about this room. Instead of paintings and murals on the walls, this room was decorated with weapons of various kinds. Angarod had several swords and axes set upon his wall, complimented with sets of armor and protective masks.
"Stand here." Angarod ordered quietly. He gestured to the center of the room. Legolas did what he said.
Angarod smiled lightly, pleased at the elf's obedience. This of course kindled up Legolas's hatred for the man. He hid his dark glare by staring at his feet, around one of which there was a red puddle once again forming.
"It hurts?" Asked Angarod as he continued. Legolas did not look at him but nodded his head once. Angarod fingered his beard in thought.
"Stand on one foot." He ordered. Legolas was confused but did that.
"On your injured foot you fool!" Angarod yelled. Legolas obeyed, but the pain intensified. He guessed it must have shown on his face because Angarod nodded and made an 'mm-hmm' sound under his breath.
Then he moved over to a small wooden box that sat on a dresser not far from where he stood. He took out something, but Legolas could not see what it was. Angarod turned back to him. In his rough hands he held a vial of liquid. He twisted the cap open, and a familiar stench floated out.
Athelas…He thought.
Angarod dipped the vial under his nose, then nodded, convinced it was the correct vial. He offered it to Legolas. Legolas looked at it quizzically and then up at the man holding it.
"Take it and apply it to the wound once a day." Angarod said. "You can do that yourself, can't you?" He added with amusement.
Legolas shot him a glare and yanked the vial away from Angarod's hand. He wondered why his trainer had the sudden concern for his health. It certainly didn't show when he was being whipped.
Once again, Angarod surprised the elf by showing how insightful he was. "I don't drive you boys around the ring like cattle just to let you die of infection. You take care of it." He said, pointing a finger at Legolas. "You might be worth three times as much as some of the other chums Curdolin owns…you might be worth even more than me…but if you let yourself fall ill I can promise you that you will be the next person we feed to the wolves."
Legolas raised an eyebrow. Hello. Elf. We don't fall ill.
"You proved yourself out there of your skills." Angarod continued in his gruff voice. "If your well enough tomorrow we'll see how you handle a human adversary."
Legolas's eyes went wide for a split second. They planned on having him fight again? Hadn't today just been enough bloodshed? How many days was this to go on?
"There." Angarod whispered, satisfied. "All's said and done." He clicked his fingered and two guards rushed in. Each took one of Legolas's arms and led him out.
Legolas felt Angarod's gaze burn into the back of his skull. He straightened his spine, held his head high and tried to walk as normal as possible.
So…He thought with a hint of sarcasm. This is living…
********Personal thingy*********
HalandLeg4ever: *forks over elf cookie* Thank you! Everybody feels sorry for Legolas! Even me! And I'm the one doing all this terrible stuff to him! *slaps self* Bad girl! I'll try and update soon, but read the notice at the top of the page please!
Samwise the Strong: Yes, I've received lots of reviews saying my story is similar to "Gladiator" and "Sparticus"! I haven't seen "Sparticus" in like five years though. Thank you! You like Leggy torture, huh? Well, I never thought that I'd be very good at writing such a thing, but I'm glad that you seem to think I'm doing alright at it! There will be more, not just more matches in the arena, but also lots of emotional stuff as well. I might have to warn you that this will become a romance. You don't seem like the type of person who'd like that stuff, but I warned you, and besides, that's a big part of the emotional torture Legolas will have to go through. *gives you cookie* But Hey! Leave poor Orli alone! I agree that Johnny's character is more lovable and funny and all that, but I will not tolerate Orlando-bashing! *grins* But I'll let is slide this time, since you are a returning reviewer and I respect all voices and opinions. I don't want to make any enemies. I myself think that the character of Will Turner wasn't very well developed, but I don't care, he's good to look at! I heard that he's much better in Ned Kelly, but that doesn't come out in the US until this spring. Thank you again!
Andmetwen: Your welcome for the cookie! Here's another! *hands you cookie* Oh, ok good, you don't want him to die. Neither do I. So he's not gonna. What's 'snuff it' mean? No, your not sick, I know lots of people who like Leggy torture. Take Samwise the Strong up there. If fact, some of my fave fics in the world are Leggy torture fics. Cassia (who has her own personal site to post her stories) writes absolutely wonderful fics, full of Leggy torture. Thank you !
Andmetwen (again): Glad you liked it, and yes, I do believe Legolas is in need of a hug, but the problem with him is that he's so full of his own pride he won't let anyone comfort him. I'll "see" you next update! Cheerio!
Truffles: Thank you! I am writing more! Bye! *gives you cookie*
XxDarkgoddessxX: What do you mean we can invite the Legomister? He's already here! *points to his pretty face on pillow and laughs* LOL. I have to admit, not even I expected that name…Legomister? That is funny! LOL.
Oh dear…don't beat the heck out of me or my character…I'm just trying to write a good fanfiction! Just imagine that you're the character Legolas falls in love with. It works for me!
Will Turner posters to all!!! *joins you in the give-Will-Turner-posters-away charity effort*
OUR William and OUR Captain Jack Sparrow, yes? I don't know about you, but judging from what I learned about his personality from the movie, I don't think Jack would mind at all being shared. But Will is like a one woman guy…oh well, we'll show him, won't we?? *naughty evil grin* I've been thinking really nastily lately. But you can't exactly help that with hot guys like Orlando Bloom gracing the earth with their unmeasurable sexiness, can you?
Yeah, that music at the beginning of the movie is really cool! I like that too! But the soundtrack is more like a score of the music in the movie, it doesn't have the "Pirates life for me" song in it. Which sucks, cuz I like that song too! But overall I'm pretty happy about it!
I still have to convince my parents that I NEED to save myself a copy! But I'm afraid they might not let me cuz they're sick of me swooning over Orlando! My parents are so cruel! I'll get myself a copy if it's the last friggin' thing I do!!
I'm sorry! I don't want to go on vacation either! All I'll be able to do is sit in our boat while the rest of my family fishes (I HATE fishing with a passion) and probably read Lord of the Rings six times. I'm gonna be soo bored and I really enjoy writing my story and I'm gonna miss it and you guys! But at least it's not for like a whole month. Just a week. I can do that. I hope.
I'll come back, don't worry! (Unless I die in some freak fishing accident! LOL!) I'll write more Legolas! Promise! *hugs you goodbye* I'll miss you!
*Packs Legolas, Will Turner, Jack Sparrow, and Haldir into a very large tote bag*
Bye!
~Roseblade22
Outlawgirl08: Oh I see now. *nods head* Ok. Thank you again! You've told me so many times you love my story and it means a lot to me! And once again, poor Leggy.