Chapter 1
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Garal was not in the best of moods to begin with, but after a stone caught him squarely on the jaw he was even more angry than what he had originally been.
"What lowly scum hides in the trees and throws stones?" he shouted and threw the offending rock back in a random direction.
There was no shout of pain, and in fact Garal's aim was pretty bad considering that it had come from behind them.
"Stop your shouting and throwing, idiot. You'll alert the elves that we're back here" came the voice of Hasor the man who had previously told Garal off.
Garal glared but did not say anything to Hasor, knowing it to be a death senescence in itself.
Another stone came flying, this time aimed at Hasor but he managed to step back in time and stop himself from getting hurt by it, "hmm...I don't think we're dealing with a hunting group" his voice was sickly sweet and stung Legolas's ears.
"What makes you so sure?" came a third voice, this time from somewhere at the back of the group.
"Because, you unworthy twerp...the second those poxy elves realise who this little runt is..." his kick was sharp on Legolas's ankle and caused him to fall once again to the ground, "...they will attack without mercy. But since it is just stones that are being thrown then there can't be more than one"
Legolas remained on the ground, sensing an argument about to take place as it frequently did with his human masters. He scanned the undergrowth that was his home and felt tears well up in his eyes.
An elf of Mirkwood never forgot every aspect of the forest but everything appeared to be too dangerous and an unsureness of where he was going was causing Legolas to believe that he had truly forgotten his previous existence.
But the pale brown eyes in the shrubbery did not believe so, the young prince nearly jumped out of his skin when he finally saw that the eyes belong to a wood elf. He could not believe that there was someone actually there, but she was grinning broadly and had mischief in her eyes.
She remained quiet but seemed to welcomed him back to Mirkwood with joy and glee. Legolas frowned but before he could enquire any further the girl picked up another stone and threw it.
Its target was Hasor and it hit its mark, Legolas turned in fright and tried to remain calm but his heart was racing. Hasor turned his glare on the young elf and walked steadily forward.
Legolas found himself suddenly pleading with this human master or more correctly monster with the murderous glint in his eyes and features.
"You don't throw anything at me slave!" spit flew at Legolas before several blows were delivered to his face and body.
When Garal hit Legolas it hurt, usually because he had some form of weapon in his balled fist, but Hasor was a different matter. From the talk of the others he had learned that Hasor was a pit fighter so his blows were all meant and done with his bare hands.
Blood seeped from his nose and his breathing was restricted, but this was nothing compared to what would happen to him once this was all over.
Tears ran down his slender face and he starred in fear as Hasor's fist pulled back, readying for another blow. Two stones came flying from the path directly in front of Hasor, one striking his balled fist, the other his shoulder.
The group of Slavers turned and snarled at the solitary figure but Legolas noticed they all fell back a few steps, "Who are you girl to send stones flying at us?" asked Hasor.
A faint smile crossed the girl's lips, but not a smile of joy more of a smile of known intentions, "The same question could be asked of you, since you are within my borders and have so far treated with little respect or decency. But then again, who would expect such things from a lowly group of slaves who have broken free and now seek their own?" her tone was cold and calculated.
Hasor had a fleeting memory of that voice but could not place it.
"You speak highly but this wood does not belong to you girl" he sneered.
The group laughed, this sprig of a child would be easy pickings. "I may not but this realm was entrusted to me...and unless you want my friends to attack you I suggest you explain your presence here" she nodded at the four or five spiders who were slowly creeping on the group.
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