Once again, my greatest apologies for not posting sooner, but ,
unfortunately you will have to get use to it. I'm afraid that, only in the
best case, I will be able to post a chapter a month. In the worst, a
chapter every 2-3 months. The worst part, I already have this story
completely planned out. *growl* Sorry guys!
Note: Elvish in / /. Common Speech regular.
When Legolas awoke, he found himself with four stone walls. It took him but a moment to realize that he was in a dungeon cell. He looked at his hands and saw that they were bound by chains. The elf's memory quickly returned to him. He remember everything. Getting caught, almost being killed by Arathorn, being entrusted into the keeping of Aragorn, and being knocked out on his command. By Iluvatar, how could I let this happen? thought Legolas. How will now fulfill my oath?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming towards his cell. The door clanked and squeaked as it was opened and in came the Prince of Gondor.
"I see you have awaken, elf," said Aragorn. "I have brought you food." He took a bowl a guard standing by him and dropped it at Legolas' feet. Legolas didn't even look at it. Aragorn smiled. "Just like all your kind. All you elves value your pride more than your life."
Legolas felt wrath within him again, but contained it. "You know nothing of my people!" he replied.
/I know enough./
The Mirkwood prince's eyes widened at the sound of his beloved tongue being uttered from the month of this adan.
/How is it that you know the language of my people?/
/I have my ways./
This made Legolas even angrier. "The tongue of the First Born should not be spoken by anyone who is any fouler that it."
"Are you going to eat or not?"
"No."
"Do you wish to starve to death?"
"It's better than the fate that will befall me if I stay."
Aragorn was just about to ask him what he meant, when Deor, a messenger of the king came in.
"My lord," he said, "the king sends for you. He needs to speak with you right away."
"I'll be right there," Aragorn answered. Deor bowed and left. Aragorn turned to Legolas. "You will learn to obey me."
"I will not obey one I do not respect," exclaimed the Mirkwood prince. Aragorn, in return to the reply, hit him hard across the face.
"You belong to me, elf. I can do with you as I please. Remember that." Aragorn made for the door. Before exiting, he turned his head back to Legolas and said, "We will continue our conversation once I return." And with those words, he left, leaving Legolas alone in the darkness. The elf already began to feel it. It was faint, but still there. He didn't have long.
******
"You called for me, father," said Aragorn entering his father's hall.
"Indeed," Arathorn got up and walked towards his son. "Aragorn, my son, I have a task for you."
"I am listening."
"You must ride to Rohan with the soldiers. Make for Edoras through the Eastfold."
Aragorn was a bit confused by the sudden news.
"I beg you explain the reasons for sending me on this journey."
"Thengel calls for our aid. His city is under attack by the Haradrim. They're defense is weak. I sent Ecthelion, but received word that he was slain. You must be quick, for I fear the city will fall. We cannot abandon our kinsman in their time of need." "Very well, father. I will go on the morrow."
"No! Go now. This cannot wait"
Aragorn bowed his head. "As you wish."
As soon as Aragorn left the hall, Arathorn grinned and said, "Go, my son. And I have something I must take care of." With that, he went to the dungeons, making his way to Legolas' cell.
Legolas got up at the sound of someone approaching. Within seconds Arathorn was standing before him. Before Legolas could say anything the king ran up to him and punched him hard in the face, causing the elf to fall back. As Legolas tried to get up, Arathorn pressed the sole of his foot against Legolas' back, pushing him down again. He whimpered softly and tried to pull away. It was of no use.
"You despicable creature," spat Arathorn before delivering a mighty blow between the elf's shoulder blades. Legolas felt the air being knocked out of his lungs.
"Why?" said Legolas, for it was all he could say.
"Why?," mocked Arathorn. He put his foot under Legolas' body and kicked his ribs, turning the Mirkwood prince over. "Aside from being an elf." He kicked him again. "Aside from being Thranduil's son." He grabbed Legolas by the hair and pulled him up. Legolas gave a small cry. "Do you have any idea what your father did to me?"
"That was long ago, Arathorn," Legolas was able to mutter.
"Silence!" He sent his fist into the elf's jaw, sending Legolas against the wall. "Why did you not leave?"
Once Legolas was able to regain his senses, he turned his head to Arathorn. "And run from you? Most of the elf's that sailed away were either women or young elflings. No warrior would run from his enemy. You just slaughtered all of them mercilessly, out of your own malice. Besides, I still have something I must do."
Angrily, Arathorn slammed his knee into Legolas' torso. "You're not telling him anything." He removed a whip out of his belt. "I'll make sure of that."
tbc...
~Ella
Note: Elvish in / /. Common Speech regular.
When Legolas awoke, he found himself with four stone walls. It took him but a moment to realize that he was in a dungeon cell. He looked at his hands and saw that they were bound by chains. The elf's memory quickly returned to him. He remember everything. Getting caught, almost being killed by Arathorn, being entrusted into the keeping of Aragorn, and being knocked out on his command. By Iluvatar, how could I let this happen? thought Legolas. How will now fulfill my oath?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming towards his cell. The door clanked and squeaked as it was opened and in came the Prince of Gondor.
"I see you have awaken, elf," said Aragorn. "I have brought you food." He took a bowl a guard standing by him and dropped it at Legolas' feet. Legolas didn't even look at it. Aragorn smiled. "Just like all your kind. All you elves value your pride more than your life."
Legolas felt wrath within him again, but contained it. "You know nothing of my people!" he replied.
/I know enough./
The Mirkwood prince's eyes widened at the sound of his beloved tongue being uttered from the month of this adan.
/How is it that you know the language of my people?/
/I have my ways./
This made Legolas even angrier. "The tongue of the First Born should not be spoken by anyone who is any fouler that it."
"Are you going to eat or not?"
"No."
"Do you wish to starve to death?"
"It's better than the fate that will befall me if I stay."
Aragorn was just about to ask him what he meant, when Deor, a messenger of the king came in.
"My lord," he said, "the king sends for you. He needs to speak with you right away."
"I'll be right there," Aragorn answered. Deor bowed and left. Aragorn turned to Legolas. "You will learn to obey me."
"I will not obey one I do not respect," exclaimed the Mirkwood prince. Aragorn, in return to the reply, hit him hard across the face.
"You belong to me, elf. I can do with you as I please. Remember that." Aragorn made for the door. Before exiting, he turned his head back to Legolas and said, "We will continue our conversation once I return." And with those words, he left, leaving Legolas alone in the darkness. The elf already began to feel it. It was faint, but still there. He didn't have long.
******
"You called for me, father," said Aragorn entering his father's hall.
"Indeed," Arathorn got up and walked towards his son. "Aragorn, my son, I have a task for you."
"I am listening."
"You must ride to Rohan with the soldiers. Make for Edoras through the Eastfold."
Aragorn was a bit confused by the sudden news.
"I beg you explain the reasons for sending me on this journey."
"Thengel calls for our aid. His city is under attack by the Haradrim. They're defense is weak. I sent Ecthelion, but received word that he was slain. You must be quick, for I fear the city will fall. We cannot abandon our kinsman in their time of need." "Very well, father. I will go on the morrow."
"No! Go now. This cannot wait"
Aragorn bowed his head. "As you wish."
As soon as Aragorn left the hall, Arathorn grinned and said, "Go, my son. And I have something I must take care of." With that, he went to the dungeons, making his way to Legolas' cell.
Legolas got up at the sound of someone approaching. Within seconds Arathorn was standing before him. Before Legolas could say anything the king ran up to him and punched him hard in the face, causing the elf to fall back. As Legolas tried to get up, Arathorn pressed the sole of his foot against Legolas' back, pushing him down again. He whimpered softly and tried to pull away. It was of no use.
"You despicable creature," spat Arathorn before delivering a mighty blow between the elf's shoulder blades. Legolas felt the air being knocked out of his lungs.
"Why?" said Legolas, for it was all he could say.
"Why?," mocked Arathorn. He put his foot under Legolas' body and kicked his ribs, turning the Mirkwood prince over. "Aside from being an elf." He kicked him again. "Aside from being Thranduil's son." He grabbed Legolas by the hair and pulled him up. Legolas gave a small cry. "Do you have any idea what your father did to me?"
"That was long ago, Arathorn," Legolas was able to mutter.
"Silence!" He sent his fist into the elf's jaw, sending Legolas against the wall. "Why did you not leave?"
Once Legolas was able to regain his senses, he turned his head to Arathorn. "And run from you? Most of the elf's that sailed away were either women or young elflings. No warrior would run from his enemy. You just slaughtered all of them mercilessly, out of your own malice. Besides, I still have something I must do."
Angrily, Arathorn slammed his knee into Legolas' torso. "You're not telling him anything." He removed a whip out of his belt. "I'll make sure of that."
tbc...
~Ella