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time for your medicine! *Shoves medicine down lolly pop's throat* Ok, I
don't own it. Wow! I didn't know bunny rabbits wore tutus!!
A/N OMG! You people wanted the sequel! I luv you guys to pieces!!! And thanks to all those people who reviewed last time and liked the first part, here's the second so enjoy! I meant to do this yesterday but I went shopping and updates wont be coming as often as they have been coz I have to go back to Mordor (aka my school) tomorrow.
Oh, and this may be a bit confusing at first but you will know more as the story progresses. Ok, but if you have any questions feel free to say so in a review or email me or whatever.
Seeds Of Hope
Chapter 1~ Hazel Eyes
Legolas lay hurting on the cold stone floor, chains on his wrists and ankles. He had disobeyed his master, now he was paying the price. If only he could have called out to those that had come before, his friends. They had asked about him but his Master had lied to them, told them his people hadn't seen the Prince. Legolas had been locked in his room that day, though he tried to get to them, to call out to them through his window, only to be stopped. That was when he had been treated well enough by his Master and by her. back when she had been allowed to see him. She was the only one who had been able to keep his roaring temper in check. If it wasn't for her, he would have been in the position he was in now a long time ago.
But now she wasn't allowed to see him. Her father, Legolas' Master, had punished her, locked her in her room. All for trying to help him, Legolas, escape. As you can probably guess, they failed. That has happened a week ago in which time Legolas had beaten black and blue, reduced to a trembling thing, too scared of its own shadow. How could men be so cruel? It had only taken a week to break such a fiery free spirit. And Legolas, been stubborn, had not cried out or showed any of his true emotions until two days ago when his beating had been particularly savage. The scars were still fresh on his skin and in his mind. Since then he had been praying to the Valar to let him go. But he had soon come to realise that they would not answer. They did not care for the pain he was in.
His sensitive ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps approaching. They got louder and louder as they came down the stairs towards Legolas' cell. They were heavy footsteps so heavy that it felt as if the ground shook beneath them. The Elf knew those footsteps only too well. The footsteps he dreaded most of all. His Master was coming, and he was not alone. At least three others were with him. Legolas braced himself, it seemed as though he was in for another beating. The young Elf pulled himself up into a sitting position, he winced, his broken ribs were so painful and his dislocated shoulder was very painful. He huddled against the wall, fear radiating from his very being.
One of the guards, the one that had given Legolas his broken ribs, opened the cell door with a creak and a tall balding man stepped into the cell followed by another guard and a man Legolas did not recognise. The tall man, the bane of Legolas' troubles, nodded to the two guards who came over to Legolas and grabbed him by the back of his ripped and blooded tunic. His eyes grew wide and he wriggled madly to get away from them and whatever torture they had for him today. The man who Legolas did not recognise cocked his head slightly and anger passed through his dark hazel eyes for a moment then became hard as stone and emotionless once again.
"Well Elf, how are we today? Learnt our lesson have we?" said the Mater nastily. Legolas stopped wriggling at the cruel hard sound of the man's voice. He did not answer. "I asked you a question, now what do we say?" the Master said softly as if Legolas was a child. "What do we say?" he asked once more with venom on his tongue. "I grow impatient Elf, do you know what you say?"
the other man just watched the scene unfold in front of him. The Master sighed obviously annoyed and made his way over to the Elf. "You say 'Yes Master' understand? Now say it!" Legolas was too afraid to speak, his mouth was dry and his heart was lodged in his throat. "Say it!" the Master demanded. He punched Legolas in the stomach causing the Elf to let out a faint cry and he stumbled in the guards tight grip. "Say it!"
"Y-yes mast-master," Legolas managed to get out. The Mater smiled and turned to the other man.
"You see, all you is a little discipline," the Master said calmly. "He was extremely fiery when he first came to us about a year ago, but now we have him under control."
"you have broken him," the man said quietly. His voice sounded young and he looked as though he had only just started to grow some whiskers. His clothes were old and travel worn and his hair a dirty curtain of brown that fell to his shoulders and in front of his hazel eyes.
"Well of course. That was his punishment for disobeying my orders and trying to escape, a very foolish idea. And he is very stubborn. We had to even him out. I trust that he will still be of use to you?" said the Master casually.
"Yes, I will still take him. But know this Master of Lake-town, Elves are not horses, they should not be broken," said the man trying to keep his voice level.
"What is it to you? You are just a slave trader," said the Master.
"Yes, but people will not pay as much for a broken Elf. They are more use when they are not afraid of everything. Do you mind if i-"
"Go ahead," the Master nodded to the two guards to let Legolas go and they stepped aside.
The man came over to the Elf who was knelt on the floor with his head bowed; his chained hands were clutching his stomach. He was drawing deep, painful breaths and his chest was tight. The man knelt down in front of him and lifted his head. Legolas tried to turn away but the man held his head still, eyeing him all over. His touch was soft, and Legolas felt unused to it compared to the rough treatment he had previously received. The man turned his face left and right taking in all of his cuts and bruises, his now short shoulder length hair that looked as though it had been burned off, it was ragged and wild.
Legolas glanced at the human. He was right. This human was only young. Then he looked into his eyes and a spark of recognition flickered inside him. He had seen those eyes before but where? He felt as though he knew this human, from his past. But he could not place him. Maybe it was just his muddled senses playing tricks on him. They started at each other for a moment and in those few seconds Legolas knew what was going to happen to him. he was going to be taken away from here, by this man, this slave trader. The man seemed to guess what he was thinking and a faint smile creased his lips. He let go of Legolas' face and stood up.
"He is a fine Elf, a warrior?" the man said, his eyes not leaving Legolas.
"Yes, what will you do with him?" asked the master curiously.
The man turned to the Master and thought for a moment. "I will trade him. That is if anyone will take a broken Elf," he said coolly. "A broken Elf is not worth much."
"Really, but you will still pay the price we first agreed on?" said the Master, he loved his gold.
"For the condition he is in, very few people would pay the amount you propose," said the man his voice as cold as ice.
"Well, you will have him for no lower," said the Mater, perhaps matching the man's coolness.
"Well, I will take him anyway," he said. "A being's life such as this should not be worth a price." He said under his breath so that not even Legolas' Elven hearing could pick it up.
The Master smiled. "Ready him for my journey. I shall be leaving as soon as things are in order," with that the man turned and left with the Master, issuing orders to the guards to dress Legolas in a clean tunic and clean up some of his wounds so he would be fit for the journey. And so Legolas was left with the two guards. He was finally getting out of Lake-town, but where he was going next he had no idea, surely it could not be worse than what he had been through.
A/N OOH! It's too short!!! I want it longer but I can't make it longer! I'll just have to make the next chapter longer, assuming you guys want the next chapter that is? I don't like that chapter. It was mean. How could I do this to my perfect little Elf!
Legolas: Yeah, how could you! I thought you loved me?
I do Leggy I do!!!! But I have to do this. I promise thing will get better... in the next chapter. Would that make it better?
Legolas: No.
I'll buy you an ice cream!
Legolas: Two scoops?
Yep
Legolas: With chocolate sauce and sprinkles?
Yep.
Legolas: ok!
Phew!!! Ok, and can I ask you guys an iddy biddy favour?
Legolas: Stop with the sweet talk. She wants you lot to review. Savvy?
You've been watching Pirates of the Caribbean?
Legolas: What can I say? I look hot in that movie!
I totally agree. Laters all!
Legolas: Don't you normally say Namárië?
Yeah, but this is a different story. Anyway, you were normally in the background screaming help....
Legolas: *glares*
A/N OMG! You people wanted the sequel! I luv you guys to pieces!!! And thanks to all those people who reviewed last time and liked the first part, here's the second so enjoy! I meant to do this yesterday but I went shopping and updates wont be coming as often as they have been coz I have to go back to Mordor (aka my school) tomorrow.
Oh, and this may be a bit confusing at first but you will know more as the story progresses. Ok, but if you have any questions feel free to say so in a review or email me or whatever.
Seeds Of Hope
Chapter 1~ Hazel Eyes
Legolas lay hurting on the cold stone floor, chains on his wrists and ankles. He had disobeyed his master, now he was paying the price. If only he could have called out to those that had come before, his friends. They had asked about him but his Master had lied to them, told them his people hadn't seen the Prince. Legolas had been locked in his room that day, though he tried to get to them, to call out to them through his window, only to be stopped. That was when he had been treated well enough by his Master and by her. back when she had been allowed to see him. She was the only one who had been able to keep his roaring temper in check. If it wasn't for her, he would have been in the position he was in now a long time ago.
But now she wasn't allowed to see him. Her father, Legolas' Master, had punished her, locked her in her room. All for trying to help him, Legolas, escape. As you can probably guess, they failed. That has happened a week ago in which time Legolas had beaten black and blue, reduced to a trembling thing, too scared of its own shadow. How could men be so cruel? It had only taken a week to break such a fiery free spirit. And Legolas, been stubborn, had not cried out or showed any of his true emotions until two days ago when his beating had been particularly savage. The scars were still fresh on his skin and in his mind. Since then he had been praying to the Valar to let him go. But he had soon come to realise that they would not answer. They did not care for the pain he was in.
His sensitive ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps approaching. They got louder and louder as they came down the stairs towards Legolas' cell. They were heavy footsteps so heavy that it felt as if the ground shook beneath them. The Elf knew those footsteps only too well. The footsteps he dreaded most of all. His Master was coming, and he was not alone. At least three others were with him. Legolas braced himself, it seemed as though he was in for another beating. The young Elf pulled himself up into a sitting position, he winced, his broken ribs were so painful and his dislocated shoulder was very painful. He huddled against the wall, fear radiating from his very being.
One of the guards, the one that had given Legolas his broken ribs, opened the cell door with a creak and a tall balding man stepped into the cell followed by another guard and a man Legolas did not recognise. The tall man, the bane of Legolas' troubles, nodded to the two guards who came over to Legolas and grabbed him by the back of his ripped and blooded tunic. His eyes grew wide and he wriggled madly to get away from them and whatever torture they had for him today. The man who Legolas did not recognise cocked his head slightly and anger passed through his dark hazel eyes for a moment then became hard as stone and emotionless once again.
"Well Elf, how are we today? Learnt our lesson have we?" said the Mater nastily. Legolas stopped wriggling at the cruel hard sound of the man's voice. He did not answer. "I asked you a question, now what do we say?" the Master said softly as if Legolas was a child. "What do we say?" he asked once more with venom on his tongue. "I grow impatient Elf, do you know what you say?"
the other man just watched the scene unfold in front of him. The Master sighed obviously annoyed and made his way over to the Elf. "You say 'Yes Master' understand? Now say it!" Legolas was too afraid to speak, his mouth was dry and his heart was lodged in his throat. "Say it!" the Master demanded. He punched Legolas in the stomach causing the Elf to let out a faint cry and he stumbled in the guards tight grip. "Say it!"
"Y-yes mast-master," Legolas managed to get out. The Mater smiled and turned to the other man.
"You see, all you is a little discipline," the Master said calmly. "He was extremely fiery when he first came to us about a year ago, but now we have him under control."
"you have broken him," the man said quietly. His voice sounded young and he looked as though he had only just started to grow some whiskers. His clothes were old and travel worn and his hair a dirty curtain of brown that fell to his shoulders and in front of his hazel eyes.
"Well of course. That was his punishment for disobeying my orders and trying to escape, a very foolish idea. And he is very stubborn. We had to even him out. I trust that he will still be of use to you?" said the Master casually.
"Yes, I will still take him. But know this Master of Lake-town, Elves are not horses, they should not be broken," said the man trying to keep his voice level.
"What is it to you? You are just a slave trader," said the Master.
"Yes, but people will not pay as much for a broken Elf. They are more use when they are not afraid of everything. Do you mind if i-"
"Go ahead," the Master nodded to the two guards to let Legolas go and they stepped aside.
The man came over to the Elf who was knelt on the floor with his head bowed; his chained hands were clutching his stomach. He was drawing deep, painful breaths and his chest was tight. The man knelt down in front of him and lifted his head. Legolas tried to turn away but the man held his head still, eyeing him all over. His touch was soft, and Legolas felt unused to it compared to the rough treatment he had previously received. The man turned his face left and right taking in all of his cuts and bruises, his now short shoulder length hair that looked as though it had been burned off, it was ragged and wild.
Legolas glanced at the human. He was right. This human was only young. Then he looked into his eyes and a spark of recognition flickered inside him. He had seen those eyes before but where? He felt as though he knew this human, from his past. But he could not place him. Maybe it was just his muddled senses playing tricks on him. They started at each other for a moment and in those few seconds Legolas knew what was going to happen to him. he was going to be taken away from here, by this man, this slave trader. The man seemed to guess what he was thinking and a faint smile creased his lips. He let go of Legolas' face and stood up.
"He is a fine Elf, a warrior?" the man said, his eyes not leaving Legolas.
"Yes, what will you do with him?" asked the master curiously.
The man turned to the Master and thought for a moment. "I will trade him. That is if anyone will take a broken Elf," he said coolly. "A broken Elf is not worth much."
"Really, but you will still pay the price we first agreed on?" said the Master, he loved his gold.
"For the condition he is in, very few people would pay the amount you propose," said the man his voice as cold as ice.
"Well, you will have him for no lower," said the Mater, perhaps matching the man's coolness.
"Well, I will take him anyway," he said. "A being's life such as this should not be worth a price." He said under his breath so that not even Legolas' Elven hearing could pick it up.
The Master smiled. "Ready him for my journey. I shall be leaving as soon as things are in order," with that the man turned and left with the Master, issuing orders to the guards to dress Legolas in a clean tunic and clean up some of his wounds so he would be fit for the journey. And so Legolas was left with the two guards. He was finally getting out of Lake-town, but where he was going next he had no idea, surely it could not be worse than what he had been through.
A/N OOH! It's too short!!! I want it longer but I can't make it longer! I'll just have to make the next chapter longer, assuming you guys want the next chapter that is? I don't like that chapter. It was mean. How could I do this to my perfect little Elf!
Legolas: Yeah, how could you! I thought you loved me?
I do Leggy I do!!!! But I have to do this. I promise thing will get better... in the next chapter. Would that make it better?
Legolas: No.
I'll buy you an ice cream!
Legolas: Two scoops?
Yep
Legolas: With chocolate sauce and sprinkles?
Yep.
Legolas: ok!
Phew!!! Ok, and can I ask you guys an iddy biddy favour?
Legolas: Stop with the sweet talk. She wants you lot to review. Savvy?
You've been watching Pirates of the Caribbean?
Legolas: What can I say? I look hot in that movie!
I totally agree. Laters all!
Legolas: Don't you normally say Namárië?
Yeah, but this is a different story. Anyway, you were normally in the background screaming help....
Legolas: *glares*