"Legolas? Legolas, please wake up." Elemariel begged the motionless elf. She certainly had no intention of staying and waiting for that monster to come and finish them off, and if they did it would eventually mean their deaths. Her bonds were loose, almost as if they were put in such a way to tempt her to run. It was a worrisome situation. She struggled with the ropes around her wrists for a minute or so, until she was able to get free. She walked around the dungeon, looking for something, some kind of a weapon. Obviously she and Legolas no longer had theirs. Unless... She reached down to her bruised leg and at the ankle she found the knife that she always kept there. She smiled. Thankfully Elmindor didn't search her himself, or he would have found that. She searched her hair for a clip to pick the locks on Legolas' chains. She desperately hoped that Legolas would wake up soon, Valar knew she was no warrior, though she wished she was. Truth was, she had no idea what to do here, but staying still didn't seem to be the obvious choice. She withdrew her hand from her long, blonde, blood matted hair and in it she held a silver hairpiece. She walked over to Legolas and began to work his lock. It took her a few moments, but she finally got it open. She dragged Legolas into a corner and lay him on his stomach. She knew she should go out first without an unconscious form to try to figure out what they were going to do. She quietly left the room and as she tried to figure out which way Elmindor had gone, she wondered what her family was doing right now.