Silence Chapter 1: Captured
I woke up and rubbed my eyes. My head hurt. I looked at the room I was in. The walls, if you could call them walls, were rough stone. The floor was the same. I looked at what I was sleeping up, a wooden box. I rubbed my head and tried to remember why I was in this dark and dank room. I didn't remember coming here, nor would I want to. Perhaps I got drunk, that would explain why my head hurt. I felt for my knife. It was gone. Then it all came flooding back. I had been captured.
I stood and walked to the wooden door on the opposite side of the room. I pulled the handle violently and stumbled backwards in surprise as it opened. I stepped cautiously out into another room. This one was better made. It had a warm, homely feel to it. I walked over to the fireplace in the corner. It was almost out. Shivering I grabbed some wood from a pile next to the fireplace. I sat down in front of it and thought how I was going to get out of her. But where was here?
I stood slowly as my body warmed. I threw another piece of wood on the fire and pulled up a chair from the nearby table. I sat in the warmth of the fire for sometime. But I eventually decided to explore the room a little more. I stood slowly, not wanting to leave the warm fire. I heard someone cough and whirled around to see who was in the room with me. There was no one, at least no one I could see. But this was strange, I knew I heard someone cough and my elf eyes rarely missed anything even tin the dark of a room like this. I stared into the darkness for sometime before I finally gave up and turned back to the fireplace.
I jumped back in surprise as I saw a tall, bearded man leaning against the stony mantelpiece. He smiled and stood properly as I stepped backwards. I bumped into the table and fell on an old, dusty chair. The dust flew around me and the chair snapped under the force of my fall. The man snorted with amusement.
I stood up and brushed the dust off of my clothes. I stared at the man with confusion, but I didn't show it.
'So. This is the gracefulness of Elves I've heard so many tales of!' He laughed placing one hand firmly on the back of the chair by the fireplace. It creaked under the weight. He spun the chair around and pushed it towards me.
'Please, sit' He smiled
I sat in the chair, watching him the whole time. He laughed.
'What's so funny?' I asked, even though I was sure I knew the answer.
'Your face! It's... It's...' He stuttered
That was it. 'Priceless?' I asked
He smiled and nodded. 'Priceless' He laughed again 'Although if it were priceless, I'm sure my master would have ripped it off and sold it!'
I did not find this funny. I decided to turn this into more of a conversation rather than a mockery. 'Your master?'
'Ah!' He said slamming his hand on the mantelpiece. 'I... I was trying to lighten your mood. But, I suppose you'll just ask me questions later anyway' He stopped and dropped his chin to his chest.
'Yes?' I asked impatiently
He snorted as he lifted his head. 'Sorry. Um... Oh, yes! I work for a Mr. Lockfold!' He smiled
My heart sank as he said these words. Lockfold. This was the name of the most wealthy, greedy, black-hearted man this side of the Misty Mountains. He's been buying and selling slaves for nearly thirty years. If Lockfold hasn't owned you, you haven't been owned! I'd been unconscious for less than a day and I'd already been sold to someone!
The man saw my reaction and, again, tried to lighten the mood. 'All the rumours are lies! Why, Mr Lockfold has never bought a single being from anyone!'
I glared at him 'Then why am I here?'
He struggled with this. 'Ah... Um... Because...'
'I'm waiting' I said standing and walking closer to him. I was no longer even slightly scared of him anymore.
'Ahhh.... Cau... Cause... Um...' He stuttered
'Because you are my guest, Mr. Elf!' A man shouted from behind me.
'Mr. Lockfold!' the man squeaked
'A guest? I was brought here against my will!' I shouted
'Nonsense!' He said looking quite hurt
'I was unconscious!' I shouted, slamming my fist on the table.
'Um, well. When we found you and the man in the woods, he knocked you over the head with a rock!' He said calmly
'The one that was hired by you?' I asked, smiling.
'Yes. That's the o...' The other man started, but was cut off by Lockfold.
'No, no, no! We're all friends here, Mr... Ahhh...'
'Greenleaf' I said, then instantly wishing I hadn't. 'Ah! They call me Greenleaf! My name is... um...'
'Greenleaf?' He asked grinning
I gave up; I'd already failed to keep my name to myself. 'Yeah, it is. If we're all friends, why did you take my weapons?'
'Weapons? What Weap... Oh, forget it! Just stop asking questions. You're now on the slave market and you already have a bidder. Goodnight, Mr. Greenleaf!' He walked from the room grinning. The bearded man started to follow but I grabbed his arm. He spun round and drew a knife.
'I would hate to harm you. It will slow the bidding!' He smirked, holding the knife to my throat.
I winced as the blade pierced my skin. Blood trickled down my neck. I grabbed his other arm forcefully. He stumbled backwards and fell over. He grunted and stood quickly. He drew his sword and ran at me swinging wildly. I stepped to one side and snatched the sword from his hand. He sighed with frustration as he drew the poker from the fire. It glowed bright orange. The metal glowed even brighter as he swung it at my chest. I caught the poker with my sword and pushed him backwards. He regained his balance quickly and ran at me again. I ducked under his first swing and stepped behind the reach of his second. He jabbed at my stomach violently. The shot was poorly aimed; the poker went through my shirtsleeve, narrowly missing my arm.
I looked down at my shirt. 'That was a good shirt!' I shouted kicking his arm and grabbing the loose poker.
He picked up his knife and thrust it towards my chest. My body burst with pain as it cut into my body. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound. I just looked at the knife, the knife sticking from my stomach. Later I would be happy it hit my stomach and not my chest, but now I was in too much pain.
He smirked wickedly as he looked up at my face. He reached for his knife. His hand gripped firmly on the handle. This was my chance. I grabbed his outstretched arm and swung him across the room, his hand left the dagger as he flew into the fireplace. His loose clothing ignited almost instantly, he was soon engulfed by the flames. He opened his mouth to scream.
My mind worked quickly, his scream would alert what ever I was guarded by. I ripped the knife from my gut and threw it at his gaping mouth. It was a perfect shot. It shot through the air and into his mouth. Blood splattered into the air and onto the walls of the fireplace. Thinking back later I realised the blood came from his tongue, it sliced it in half and then stuck to the back of his throat.
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Did you like it? I wasn't sure who I was going to make my character. So I just made it Legolas. Please review. Legolas is not mine, unfortunatly...
I woke up and rubbed my eyes. My head hurt. I looked at the room I was in. The walls, if you could call them walls, were rough stone. The floor was the same. I looked at what I was sleeping up, a wooden box. I rubbed my head and tried to remember why I was in this dark and dank room. I didn't remember coming here, nor would I want to. Perhaps I got drunk, that would explain why my head hurt. I felt for my knife. It was gone. Then it all came flooding back. I had been captured.
I stood and walked to the wooden door on the opposite side of the room. I pulled the handle violently and stumbled backwards in surprise as it opened. I stepped cautiously out into another room. This one was better made. It had a warm, homely feel to it. I walked over to the fireplace in the corner. It was almost out. Shivering I grabbed some wood from a pile next to the fireplace. I sat down in front of it and thought how I was going to get out of her. But where was here?
I stood slowly as my body warmed. I threw another piece of wood on the fire and pulled up a chair from the nearby table. I sat in the warmth of the fire for sometime. But I eventually decided to explore the room a little more. I stood slowly, not wanting to leave the warm fire. I heard someone cough and whirled around to see who was in the room with me. There was no one, at least no one I could see. But this was strange, I knew I heard someone cough and my elf eyes rarely missed anything even tin the dark of a room like this. I stared into the darkness for sometime before I finally gave up and turned back to the fireplace.
I jumped back in surprise as I saw a tall, bearded man leaning against the stony mantelpiece. He smiled and stood properly as I stepped backwards. I bumped into the table and fell on an old, dusty chair. The dust flew around me and the chair snapped under the force of my fall. The man snorted with amusement.
I stood up and brushed the dust off of my clothes. I stared at the man with confusion, but I didn't show it.
'So. This is the gracefulness of Elves I've heard so many tales of!' He laughed placing one hand firmly on the back of the chair by the fireplace. It creaked under the weight. He spun the chair around and pushed it towards me.
'Please, sit' He smiled
I sat in the chair, watching him the whole time. He laughed.
'What's so funny?' I asked, even though I was sure I knew the answer.
'Your face! It's... It's...' He stuttered
That was it. 'Priceless?' I asked
He smiled and nodded. 'Priceless' He laughed again 'Although if it were priceless, I'm sure my master would have ripped it off and sold it!'
I did not find this funny. I decided to turn this into more of a conversation rather than a mockery. 'Your master?'
'Ah!' He said slamming his hand on the mantelpiece. 'I... I was trying to lighten your mood. But, I suppose you'll just ask me questions later anyway' He stopped and dropped his chin to his chest.
'Yes?' I asked impatiently
He snorted as he lifted his head. 'Sorry. Um... Oh, yes! I work for a Mr. Lockfold!' He smiled
My heart sank as he said these words. Lockfold. This was the name of the most wealthy, greedy, black-hearted man this side of the Misty Mountains. He's been buying and selling slaves for nearly thirty years. If Lockfold hasn't owned you, you haven't been owned! I'd been unconscious for less than a day and I'd already been sold to someone!
The man saw my reaction and, again, tried to lighten the mood. 'All the rumours are lies! Why, Mr Lockfold has never bought a single being from anyone!'
I glared at him 'Then why am I here?'
He struggled with this. 'Ah... Um... Because...'
'I'm waiting' I said standing and walking closer to him. I was no longer even slightly scared of him anymore.
'Ahhh.... Cau... Cause... Um...' He stuttered
'Because you are my guest, Mr. Elf!' A man shouted from behind me.
'Mr. Lockfold!' the man squeaked
'A guest? I was brought here against my will!' I shouted
'Nonsense!' He said looking quite hurt
'I was unconscious!' I shouted, slamming my fist on the table.
'Um, well. When we found you and the man in the woods, he knocked you over the head with a rock!' He said calmly
'The one that was hired by you?' I asked, smiling.
'Yes. That's the o...' The other man started, but was cut off by Lockfold.
'No, no, no! We're all friends here, Mr... Ahhh...'
'Greenleaf' I said, then instantly wishing I hadn't. 'Ah! They call me Greenleaf! My name is... um...'
'Greenleaf?' He asked grinning
I gave up; I'd already failed to keep my name to myself. 'Yeah, it is. If we're all friends, why did you take my weapons?'
'Weapons? What Weap... Oh, forget it! Just stop asking questions. You're now on the slave market and you already have a bidder. Goodnight, Mr. Greenleaf!' He walked from the room grinning. The bearded man started to follow but I grabbed his arm. He spun round and drew a knife.
'I would hate to harm you. It will slow the bidding!' He smirked, holding the knife to my throat.
I winced as the blade pierced my skin. Blood trickled down my neck. I grabbed his other arm forcefully. He stumbled backwards and fell over. He grunted and stood quickly. He drew his sword and ran at me swinging wildly. I stepped to one side and snatched the sword from his hand. He sighed with frustration as he drew the poker from the fire. It glowed bright orange. The metal glowed even brighter as he swung it at my chest. I caught the poker with my sword and pushed him backwards. He regained his balance quickly and ran at me again. I ducked under his first swing and stepped behind the reach of his second. He jabbed at my stomach violently. The shot was poorly aimed; the poker went through my shirtsleeve, narrowly missing my arm.
I looked down at my shirt. 'That was a good shirt!' I shouted kicking his arm and grabbing the loose poker.
He picked up his knife and thrust it towards my chest. My body burst with pain as it cut into my body. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound. I just looked at the knife, the knife sticking from my stomach. Later I would be happy it hit my stomach and not my chest, but now I was in too much pain.
He smirked wickedly as he looked up at my face. He reached for his knife. His hand gripped firmly on the handle. This was my chance. I grabbed his outstretched arm and swung him across the room, his hand left the dagger as he flew into the fireplace. His loose clothing ignited almost instantly, he was soon engulfed by the flames. He opened his mouth to scream.
My mind worked quickly, his scream would alert what ever I was guarded by. I ripped the knife from my gut and threw it at his gaping mouth. It was a perfect shot. It shot through the air and into his mouth. Blood splattered into the air and onto the walls of the fireplace. Thinking back later I realised the blood came from his tongue, it sliced it in half and then stuck to the back of his throat.
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Did you like it? I wasn't sure who I was going to make my character. So I just made it Legolas. Please review. Legolas is not mine, unfortunatly...