--- Chapter 1 ---
Legolas smiled brightly and held up his new gifts. Never before had he seen anything so beautiful! The gifts were from the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. It was a pair of Elven daggers, the handles made of white ivory and the blades of mithril. Beautiful gold engravings ran up the lengths of the blades giving them an enchanting look.
The memory taunted him still while he sat chained and alone in his cell. He had been here for 2 days and wished still that it was a dream. The only thing that kept him in reality was his memories of the last week.
It was his birthday. He and his protectress Kimber traveled to Rivendell, as Elronds twins had a surprize for him, the twin blades... He remembered the after party as well. Legolas smiled inwardly as he remembered the meeting of Kimber and Elrohir. Both a little drunk and they just happened to crash into each other while danceing. The look in thier eyes told what they would not. Love... it was there in the begining and would be there still if... he stopped his thoughts.. poor Kimber... he began to cry.
The morining was warm and the gental rays of the sun gave a soft golden glow to the elven kingdom of Imaldris. Legolas sat patiently on the edge of his bed, his bags were laid out by his feet, packed and ready to go. He looked out his window at the rising sun anxiously, they were to leave in the next hour and Kimber had yet to come and fetch him. With a sigh he got up and healded towards the door, perhaps Kimber had slept a little late.
Legolas hadn't found Kimber in her room, nor anywhere else in the house for that matter. But he did find her in the gardens. He sat as quietly as possible in the tree watching and listening to the two figures standing below. this was something he planned on teasing Kimber with the whole trip back home.
A door opened and shut somewhere down the hall. Legolas went cold as he heard a shuffeling just outside his door, then a something entered.
"Little elf was crying again? Does the little elf miss the family that has forgotten him? Poor Poor little elfling, all alone. Nobody but Sife to keep you company.." The mishapen elf stepped aside as a large shadow slipped in. The very air Legolas breathed turned to ice.
"Sife! Stand outside the door while I have a chat with our Nobel guest." Sife gave a short bow, but looked very disapointed, but turned to leave any way.. he was holding a fell looking whip behind his back as he left the room. "Don't worry my Dungeons master" She called to him, now knowing his intent. "You may have your way with him once im done here." Sife grinned then and left without another word.
"Well now lets see in your manners are better today shall we?" Legolas knew what was coming, and he realized he was not ready for it.
She pulled out a cruel looking whip, barbed with small shards of metal.
"'Now then my young prince you will tell me all the secret passeges into your lovely little kingdom of Mirkwood." She walked back and forth in front of him tapping the whip menacingly against her hip.
"I know not of what you speak." Legolas hissed in pain as the whip slashed across his shoulder leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
"Do not play games with me elfling! Now tell me!" Legolas flinched at the noticable wrath behind those words. But, he was determined not to betray his people or his father.
"I told you! I know nothing!" He said with a stange calmness in his voice.
"Very well then.." she ground out, every word laced with malice, "im afriad you shall have to suffer the consequences..."
TBC