Behind the White Wizard, head hung, trailed a smaller figure. Long brown hair fell matted about it's shoulders and its clothes were dirt encrusted. Its clothes. A rag of a dress she wore, but as she lifted her head, her hair fell back and pointed ears were revealed. An elf!! She caught Legolas' eyes but quickly lowered her gaze. Saruman noticed this brief interaction and his cold featured spread into a malicious smile. He turned to the maiden.
"Yes my dear Dalasiel, another elf, one of your woodland kin. Heel!" As the last word was barked she ran forward and dropped to her knees next to the wizard. "Good girl" He cooed and patted her on the head. She flinched slightly at his touch but endured it, knowing what would happen if she pulled away.
"Do you know what i like about elves, Legolas?" He asked, then without waiting for an answer, he continued. "They make brilliant pets. So loyal. So obedient, when they are trained. Stand!" Dalasiel leapt to her feet. The white robed man turned to face her and lifted a long spidery hand up to touch her cheek. As his long nails scraped her face she winced, and was rewarded with s hard backhand, leaving her sprawled on the floor.
"Stand!" Commanded Saruman, and with effort she climbed to her feet and stood in front of him once again. He reached up and lifted her chin with his fingers so her face was pointing towards his. He leant in, and placed a surprisingly delicate kiss on her lips, lingering for a moment, then pulling away. Dalasiel remained still, her features unchanged, but Legolas could see in her eyes the deep loathing she had for the wizard that she called master.
Her face was stony. The face of someone who had built a wall around themselves, to stop the feelings invading them. To stop the pain. Legolas recognised this look from captives, rescued from orcs and brought to his father for healing. Who knows what they may have had to endure whilst in such horrible company.
"Dalasiel! See to it that Legolas is given something to eat, and redress his wound. I don't want him dying on me until I've had my fun, now, do I?" With that, he turned and exited the room. The elf girl followed but quickly returned with a bowl of steaming water and bandages. She carefully unravelled the bloody bandages from his chest and dipped a cloth in the water. She gently cleaned the dried blood from around the wound, her expression never changing. Dropping a few drops of pungent oil in the bowl and soaked the cloth once again. Then holding it over the wound and applying pressure, Legolas felt more relaxed. The pain was fading.
She then folded up a bandage and quickly held it over the wound and held it in place with another wrapped around his chest. She rose and turned to leave, but Legolas spoke.
"Where are you from?"
"Lothlorien." She answered plainly, turning to face him.
"How long have you been here? Have you never tried to get out?"
"I have been here a year, maybe more, but I do not wish to recall my past here." A flash of anguish passed over her face, hollowed with oppression, before she continued. "My people would not want me back. Not after he.......what he has done." She swallowed, as if holding back tears, and turned to leave again. "I will do what I can to make your stay here more comfortable." She then ran out of the room, leaving Legolas alone.
AN. I know! long wait!!!! I can't reply to reviews at the moment because ff.net is being temperamental and i have very little time to post this story! I am making you wait from Merry and Pippin! Hehehehe! Watch for the next chapter! It will be based around them!!!
Again, my apologies on the very long wait...every time i tried to post this story, it signed me out!! Hope it works!! :)
"Yes my dear Dalasiel, another elf, one of your woodland kin. Heel!" As the last word was barked she ran forward and dropped to her knees next to the wizard. "Good girl" He cooed and patted her on the head. She flinched slightly at his touch but endured it, knowing what would happen if she pulled away.
"Do you know what i like about elves, Legolas?" He asked, then without waiting for an answer, he continued. "They make brilliant pets. So loyal. So obedient, when they are trained. Stand!" Dalasiel leapt to her feet. The white robed man turned to face her and lifted a long spidery hand up to touch her cheek. As his long nails scraped her face she winced, and was rewarded with s hard backhand, leaving her sprawled on the floor.
"Stand!" Commanded Saruman, and with effort she climbed to her feet and stood in front of him once again. He reached up and lifted her chin with his fingers so her face was pointing towards his. He leant in, and placed a surprisingly delicate kiss on her lips, lingering for a moment, then pulling away. Dalasiel remained still, her features unchanged, but Legolas could see in her eyes the deep loathing she had for the wizard that she called master.
Her face was stony. The face of someone who had built a wall around themselves, to stop the feelings invading them. To stop the pain. Legolas recognised this look from captives, rescued from orcs and brought to his father for healing. Who knows what they may have had to endure whilst in such horrible company.
"Dalasiel! See to it that Legolas is given something to eat, and redress his wound. I don't want him dying on me until I've had my fun, now, do I?" With that, he turned and exited the room. The elf girl followed but quickly returned with a bowl of steaming water and bandages. She carefully unravelled the bloody bandages from his chest and dipped a cloth in the water. She gently cleaned the dried blood from around the wound, her expression never changing. Dropping a few drops of pungent oil in the bowl and soaked the cloth once again. Then holding it over the wound and applying pressure, Legolas felt more relaxed. The pain was fading.
She then folded up a bandage and quickly held it over the wound and held it in place with another wrapped around his chest. She rose and turned to leave, but Legolas spoke.
"Where are you from?"
"Lothlorien." She answered plainly, turning to face him.
"How long have you been here? Have you never tried to get out?"
"I have been here a year, maybe more, but I do not wish to recall my past here." A flash of anguish passed over her face, hollowed with oppression, before she continued. "My people would not want me back. Not after he.......what he has done." She swallowed, as if holding back tears, and turned to leave again. "I will do what I can to make your stay here more comfortable." She then ran out of the room, leaving Legolas alone.
AN. I know! long wait!!!! I can't reply to reviews at the moment because ff.net is being temperamental and i have very little time to post this story! I am making you wait from Merry and Pippin! Hehehehe! Watch for the next chapter! It will be based around them!!!
Again, my apologies on the very long wait...every time i tried to post this story, it signed me out!! Hope it works!! :)