A/N: TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN READING THIS - I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR NOT
UPDATING SOONER - I'LL DO INDIVIDUAL REPLIES IN THE NEXT CHAPTER -
PROMISE...
Shi x
Repercussions 5
Eventually a rider had been sent to Imladris with news of the situation and Estel's flight in his injured state. Some time later, he arrived and was soon explaining it all to an irate and worried Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. "I'm going after him." Elrohir stated firmly. "As am I." Elladan agreed. "I suspected as much. I will not try to stop you, but be warned my sons, whatever or whoever has taken the prince will certainly not be put off from taking other elves too. I know this much." Elrond warned them. His sons nodded their acknowledgement of the warning and hurriedly left to pack their bags.
They left at sunset, and from what the messenger had told them, they had decided to head east across the mountains and then south. They travelled non-stop, pausing only to allow the horses to rest.
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Meanwhile, in a cave system many many miles south and east... (A/N: yup, I know, soooo Batman & Robin! *snicker*)
It had been hours since the slaver's group had arrived at the caves, and Aemir had managed to sneak away from them for a while, and had headed into the deepest parts of the caves, where they were holding the elf. He approached a group of men who were guarding a door, behind which, Aemir knew, they were keeping him.
"I want to speak with Estel." he told them. They just looked at him. "The elf." he continued. "I want to speak with him."
The men laughed. "Won't do you much good - he can't even speak our language from what we've heard!"
Aemir smiled. "He doesn't have to." he told them in Elvish. The men looked surprised and stepped aside, allowing him past. He opened the door, stepped through and closed it behind him.
Inside, the room was lit by a single torch, and its sole occupant knelt in the shadows in the opposite corner. Aemir sighed. The men were keeping this elf like an animal - worse even. He was kneeling in the corner because there was nothing else he could do - heavy chains held his wrists tightly behind his back, while more were wrapped around his upper body. His ankles were also chained. A heavy slave collar was around his neck, and this was connected to a ring on the wall by another length of chain - long enough that he could sit without choking himself, but not long enough to allow him to stand.
"I'm so sorry." Aemir told him quietly. "I never thought they would do this."
No reply.
"These men are incredibly superstitious - I know what you were trying to do by scaring them, but I fear it has turned to your misfortune." "Really? You think so?" It was impossible to miss the sarcasm in Legolas' voice. Aemir stepped back and looked at him. "You know, I've heard about Elvish pride, but I've never actually seen it for myself." he sighed. "I want to help you, but I don't know where to start. I can tell you one thing though - you would do well to at least hide that pride. The men will use it against you." "If you really want to help me, you would release me." "I cannot. I do not even know who has the keys. And if I did... my daughter... my wife..."
The young man looked so miserable. Legolas sighed. "Well can you get a message out for me?" Aemir looked uncertain. "I'm not asking you to help me escape, I just want you to get a message to my father - let him know my fate."
After a few moments silence, Aemir nodded. "Alright. It's only fair that he knows. Where is he?" "Just get the message to King Thranduil of Mirkwood - he'll let my father know." "Alright. I doubt we'll meet again Estel. I pray things go well for you. Before I leave - who is your father - how will the King know who to look for?" Legolas fell silent for a moment, then remembered that he had still carried both his and Turion's rings. "Were my belongings brought here with me, and do you know where they are?" "Yes." "In one of my bags, the small green one, there is a black leather pouch containing two identical silver rings. Take them to Thranduil - he'll know what to do. And Aemir, thank you."
It only took a few minutes to locate the elf's belongings, and the two rings he had mentioned. Slipping out of the caves silently, on the premise that he was going to alert various wealthy parties who may be interested in the fact that there was an elf at the sales in a month, Aemir mounted his horse and rode north as fast as he could.
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Meanwhile, a young woman with honey coloured hair which curled around her shoulders, and violet eyes, had heard that there was an elf at the sale this year, and had headed down to the cells to have a look. If it were true then she was in luck - it would be a perfect opportunity for her. She hadn't come across an Elf she could practice her magic on since her run-in with those two elf princes last year. And one of them was dead, apparently.
"I believe you are guarding an Elf?" she asked the men at the door. They nodded. "I want to see him." "Are you sure that's wise, lady?" one asked. "Let me pass." she said coldly. there was something in her tone that made them move. They watched as she opened the door, and then smiled.
"What name has he given you?" she asked. "Estel." one man replied. The woman laughed. "Estel? Now I can tell you right away that he's been *lying* to you." She looked back into the room, before stepping inside. The three men followed her.
Legolas had looked up when the door had opened to see a woman standing there. She looked incredibly familiar but he couldn't place her. Then she spoke. "What name has he given you?" she had asked. That voice - a childlike voice, yet full of maturity. Ageless almost. Morrigan.
It could be no one else. In an instant, all the memories from last year - Turion, Morrigan, the plans to have Turion replace Legolas and then murder Thranduil to take the throne - came flooding back. This was it - he knew what she was about to do. And he couldn't keep the irrational fear that that knowledge brought from showing on his face.
Morrigan smiled at him. "Hello again Legolas. It must be Legolas, because I heard Turion died, and he would never look at me with fear." She turned back the three men behind her. "His name is not Estel. It's Legolas. And this isn't just any elf you have here. It's a prince."
A/N: Mwahahahahahahahaaaaa!
Shi x
Repercussions 5
Eventually a rider had been sent to Imladris with news of the situation and Estel's flight in his injured state. Some time later, he arrived and was soon explaining it all to an irate and worried Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. "I'm going after him." Elrohir stated firmly. "As am I." Elladan agreed. "I suspected as much. I will not try to stop you, but be warned my sons, whatever or whoever has taken the prince will certainly not be put off from taking other elves too. I know this much." Elrond warned them. His sons nodded their acknowledgement of the warning and hurriedly left to pack their bags.
They left at sunset, and from what the messenger had told them, they had decided to head east across the mountains and then south. They travelled non-stop, pausing only to allow the horses to rest.
-
Meanwhile, in a cave system many many miles south and east... (A/N: yup, I know, soooo Batman & Robin! *snicker*)
It had been hours since the slaver's group had arrived at the caves, and Aemir had managed to sneak away from them for a while, and had headed into the deepest parts of the caves, where they were holding the elf. He approached a group of men who were guarding a door, behind which, Aemir knew, they were keeping him.
"I want to speak with Estel." he told them. They just looked at him. "The elf." he continued. "I want to speak with him."
The men laughed. "Won't do you much good - he can't even speak our language from what we've heard!"
Aemir smiled. "He doesn't have to." he told them in Elvish. The men looked surprised and stepped aside, allowing him past. He opened the door, stepped through and closed it behind him.
Inside, the room was lit by a single torch, and its sole occupant knelt in the shadows in the opposite corner. Aemir sighed. The men were keeping this elf like an animal - worse even. He was kneeling in the corner because there was nothing else he could do - heavy chains held his wrists tightly behind his back, while more were wrapped around his upper body. His ankles were also chained. A heavy slave collar was around his neck, and this was connected to a ring on the wall by another length of chain - long enough that he could sit without choking himself, but not long enough to allow him to stand.
"I'm so sorry." Aemir told him quietly. "I never thought they would do this."
No reply.
"These men are incredibly superstitious - I know what you were trying to do by scaring them, but I fear it has turned to your misfortune." "Really? You think so?" It was impossible to miss the sarcasm in Legolas' voice. Aemir stepped back and looked at him. "You know, I've heard about Elvish pride, but I've never actually seen it for myself." he sighed. "I want to help you, but I don't know where to start. I can tell you one thing though - you would do well to at least hide that pride. The men will use it against you." "If you really want to help me, you would release me." "I cannot. I do not even know who has the keys. And if I did... my daughter... my wife..."
The young man looked so miserable. Legolas sighed. "Well can you get a message out for me?" Aemir looked uncertain. "I'm not asking you to help me escape, I just want you to get a message to my father - let him know my fate."
After a few moments silence, Aemir nodded. "Alright. It's only fair that he knows. Where is he?" "Just get the message to King Thranduil of Mirkwood - he'll let my father know." "Alright. I doubt we'll meet again Estel. I pray things go well for you. Before I leave - who is your father - how will the King know who to look for?" Legolas fell silent for a moment, then remembered that he had still carried both his and Turion's rings. "Were my belongings brought here with me, and do you know where they are?" "Yes." "In one of my bags, the small green one, there is a black leather pouch containing two identical silver rings. Take them to Thranduil - he'll know what to do. And Aemir, thank you."
It only took a few minutes to locate the elf's belongings, and the two rings he had mentioned. Slipping out of the caves silently, on the premise that he was going to alert various wealthy parties who may be interested in the fact that there was an elf at the sales in a month, Aemir mounted his horse and rode north as fast as he could.
-
Meanwhile, a young woman with honey coloured hair which curled around her shoulders, and violet eyes, had heard that there was an elf at the sale this year, and had headed down to the cells to have a look. If it were true then she was in luck - it would be a perfect opportunity for her. She hadn't come across an Elf she could practice her magic on since her run-in with those two elf princes last year. And one of them was dead, apparently.
"I believe you are guarding an Elf?" she asked the men at the door. They nodded. "I want to see him." "Are you sure that's wise, lady?" one asked. "Let me pass." she said coldly. there was something in her tone that made them move. They watched as she opened the door, and then smiled.
"What name has he given you?" she asked. "Estel." one man replied. The woman laughed. "Estel? Now I can tell you right away that he's been *lying* to you." She looked back into the room, before stepping inside. The three men followed her.
Legolas had looked up when the door had opened to see a woman standing there. She looked incredibly familiar but he couldn't place her. Then she spoke. "What name has he given you?" she had asked. That voice - a childlike voice, yet full of maturity. Ageless almost. Morrigan.
It could be no one else. In an instant, all the memories from last year - Turion, Morrigan, the plans to have Turion replace Legolas and then murder Thranduil to take the throne - came flooding back. This was it - he knew what she was about to do. And he couldn't keep the irrational fear that that knowledge brought from showing on his face.
Morrigan smiled at him. "Hello again Legolas. It must be Legolas, because I heard Turion died, and he would never look at me with fear." She turned back the three men behind her. "His name is not Estel. It's Legolas. And this isn't just any elf you have here. It's a prince."
A/N: Mwahahahahahahahaaaaa!