(Roseblade sits on an oversized office chair inside her "lair". There is a huge computer monitor and lots of buttons that are blinking in front of her. She sits comfortably in the chair, her boots up on the keyboards, and a bowl of popcorn in her hands. The movie "Moulin Rouge" is playing on the computer monitor.)
Roseblade: (singing along with the video) Come whaaaat maaaay….come whaaaaaaat maaaay!!
Haldir: (somewhere in the background) AHHHHH!!! AHHHH!! GET IT OFF ME!! GET IT OFF!!!
Roseblade: (stops singing, looks confused)
Haldir: (falling out from behind one of the computer's huge monitors—there is a fuzzy something attached firmly to his leg) AAAAHHHH! KILL IT!! KILL IT!! GET IT OFF!!
Roseblade: Haldir, what the fork?
Haldir: (shakes leg and finally the fuzzy something flies off)
Fuzzy Something: (skids across the floor and under Roseblade's chair)
Roseblade: (shrieks and stands up on chair, then throws bowl of popcorn down at the Fuzzy Something, which is still moving)
Bowl: (flies down and lands upside-down right on top of the Fuzzy Something; then there is no movement)
Roseblade: (to Haldir) What the FORK was that thing?
Haldir: (near tears) I don't know, it just flew out of nowhere and attacked me…and it ruined my best set of leggings! (sobs)
Voice: Honestly, that elf needs to grow up.
Roseblade: (looks around for someone until she realizes the voice is coming from under the bowl)
Haldir: (not realizing what Roseblade is realizing) GOOD GOD!! The bowl is talking!
Roseblade: No it's not, you dork! (gets off chair and picks up bowl, revealing a very ruffled looking Possum)
Haldir: (shrieks) A RAT!!
Rabid Possum: I am NOT a RAT! I'm a Possum!!
Haldir: If you're a Possum, then why aren't you pretending to be dead? I know these things! I read Zoobooks!
Rabid Possum: (more to Roseblade than Haldir) I'm here because Platy said you could use me.
Roseblade: Ooookay…
TO BE CONTINUED….
Hm. I like doing this. This is quite fun!
Authors Note: Sorry, soo so sorry for the long space between my late update!! I had lots of make-up homework from my New York Trip! And for those of you who are wondering, it was really really fun, and I saw lots of cute boys!! Once again, sorry for the long update. I'll try to update next week, but I have the ACT next week, so I don't know. Thanks guys! I love you!
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Now for the story:
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"I want them alive." Curdolin had said. Legolas tensed at the very tone of the man's voice. His hand instinctively reached out and grabbed Eressa's.
"Legolas?" She asked, whimpering as she squeezed his hand tightly. She knew what was coming.
They would be separated. She and her brother and Legolas would be separated would be separated and Eredor and Legolas would be killed for their attempted escape. She knew it.
The thought alone made her fling her body against the elf's and cling to him. "Legolas, don't let them take you away from me!" She whispered to him frantically. "Don't let them hurt Eredor!"
"You!" A guard called to Eressa. "Get away from him!"
Legolas didn't reply to Eressa nor to the guards that were ordering him to surrender. He didn't move. His eyes dared each guard to step forward and try to take him, or his friends captive.
One of the guards grew impatient. He drew his bow back. "Let's just shot 'im in the legs and then take 'im down!"
Curdolin cried out again from his lofty porch. "I want them unharmed as well!"
Legolas shot a triumphant look at the guard, who swore and lowed his bow.
There was a pause—another pause that felt like the world had stopped turning—and time didn't exist anymore. Legolas thought for a second he could hear his heart pounding from outside him. But he didn't have time to ponder it.
A guard came at him suddenly. Then another. And another. They came in waves, as if from some sea. Legolas heard Eressa's scream as she was easily ripped away from him. Twirling around with the grace of a dancer, he punched the guard who had seized Eressa in the face. The man went down, and landed on top of Eredor's body.
Legolas felt the wind rush out of his lungs as he was tackled from behind by another guard. He didn't hear Eressa's second scream, he felt it. It was so fearful and terrifying that it made the air vibrate. It was as if the air had screamed with her.
"Legolas!" She shouted as she was thrown to the ground by another guard. "Don't let them take me!"
Legolas felt his bones humming with a hatred he didn't even know elves were capable of feeling. The guards were hurting Eressa, and doing it only because they knew it enraged him. He felt himself shiver, only it wasn't a shiver. It was an all-out explosion of fury that sent guard after guard to the ground as they tried to approach. Legolas didn't even feel the pain in his fists as his hands struck flesh and teeth. Still, they kept coming.
He fought like an animal. He fought like a beast cornered, ripping, slashing, biting anything that came near him. He knew he was screaming as he did it, but he heard no sound. The only sound he could hear was Eressa's scream buzzing inside his head.
Eressa watched and tried to scream again, to struggle, but her strength had been spent. She cried out weakly as the guard who had captured her twisted her arms behind her back, not permitting her to move. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a few more guards dragging Eredor's body through the cold, frost-bitten mud. There was a loud crack, and then a shout from inside the swarming group of guards that bustled around Legolas. A guard fell out of the fray, tenderly holding one of his arms to his chest. The bone was protruding through his flesh, and blood had covered the front of his tunic.
The guard held her there, as she watched as Legolas was slowly brought down by the guards. The event went moment by moment, inch by inch. But Legolas never gave up, never showed any sign of surrender.
The guards will tire long before he will…Eressa thought hopefully. And then maybe at least he can get out and be free.
But in her heart Eressa knew that Legolas was fighting for her and her brother, and he wouldn't leave without them, even if the chance was handed to him a thousand times…not one of those chances would he take.
She heard his scream. Eressa had never heard a scream like that before. It was the sound of pure hatred made into a single, solid sound.
The guard began to drag Eressa away. She tried to stop it, by digging her feet into the ground, but he was too strong. She was being dragged further and further away from her lover, her Legolas.
She suddenly found herself in front of Lord Curdoling himself.
"What shall we do with the whore, my Lord?" The guard asked without pity.
Curdolin glanced at the small, blonde girl, her face pale with fear and exhaustion. She made no effort to look back at him.
"Lock her in an empty cell." Lord Curdolin finally said, after looking her over. "No food or water. No visitors. Let her starve to death."
Eressa heard what he had said, but she didn't react. She couldn't. She didn't have the energy, nor the will to react to anything anymore.
"Aye, my Lord." The guard replied.
Eressa was dragged inside.
The guards were still attempting to get Legolas under control when he heard the words of Lord Curlolin. They made him even more infuriated. He used his anger to twist around and bash his elbow against the face of another guard. He felt his own skin split on contact, but there wasn't any pain. He continued his struggle.
It was daybreak before he saw the inside of his cell again. He had fought hard and long and against many foes. But he still failed. Legolas wanted to kill himself for it. In that moment, he didn't care what they did to him. They could whip him to death, they could tear him apart, but he wouldn't care. He felt he deserved it.
He had failed. He had failed again. Legolas clenched his fists around the heavy chains that held him. The guards had decided that it was best to leave him in chains all the time than risk shackling him only when they worked with him. And to make matters worse, they had bolted the chains to the wall above Legolas's bed, making it impossible for him to move from that spot.
Legolas had struggled against the chains well enough. There were red rings worn into his flesh around his wrists and his ankles. When he moved he could feel the blood from his wounds trickling off of him.
He screamed…and felt the air scream with him.
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"Milady, The Lord of the House said no visitors." The guard repeated uselessly.
"The Lord of the House happens to be my husband. Would you deny the Lady of the House from seeing one of her own possessions?" Lady Curdolin stood firmly at the door that she'd been told held in the young girl involved with the slaves rebellion.
"No, milady, but…"
"Let me see her or I will have you dismissed from service right this moment!" She said sternly.
The guard gulped. "Yes, milady."
Lady Curdolin tapped her foot impatiently as the guard fumbled with the keys to the door. The news of the revolt hadn't been a shock to her. She completely understood why any slave would want out of here. Her husband wasn't a kind man.
The door slid open, and the guard stepped back, leading the way into the cell. Lady Curdoling didn't move.
"Milady?" The stupid guard asked.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" The Lady said. "Go get her and bring her to me!"
The guard blinked, then nodded and disappeared into the cell. The Lady watched as he returned with a dirty, petrified version of the girl that had once sewn her clothes.
The guard set Eressa in front of Lady Curdolin, looking proud of himself. The Lady shot him a disgusted look and he visibly wondered what he had done wrong.
"Now close the door, you dolt." She said with a pinch of anger in her voice. Normally her voice was soft and calm. But not now.
"But milady…"
"Don't question my commands. A cell is no place for one of my seamstresses, no matter what she's done."
"But the Lord…"
"The Lord of the House will not hear of this, understand?"
The guard signed and shrugged his dusty shoulders. "Yes, milady."
The Lady turned to the girl. She had been down here for two days without food or water. Her clothes were stained with waste and dust and blood, her once beautiful wavy hair hung in snarled locks around her face, smeared with filth and tears.
"Come with me, Eressa." The Lady said kindly, offering her hand to the girl.
Eressa looked up abruptly at the sound of her name, confused.
The Lady seemed to understand her confusing. "You are to continue with your work as my seamstress. Don't worry, my husband will not hear of this."
Eressa stared at her. She didn't understand why this was happening to her. Timidly, she asked the one question she had been burning to ask since she was placed here.
"A…and the others?" Her voice was a course whisper.
The Lady frowned. "You mean, the man and the elf? I cannot help them."
Eressa's face showed the signes of understanding what the Lady had said, then nothing. She became blank. The two women walked out of the dungeon and to the main house.
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Yes, I know it's short. It was all I could write on a Thursday afternoon, and I didn't want you guys to wait any longer for another chapter. Also, I would like to respond to reviewers too, but I haven't the time, so I'm just gonna say this: Thanks guys! I love you all.
~Roseblade