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Chapter 2--Close Call
The market was busy as ever, but Legolas didn't mind. He made his way through the crowds easily. Suddenly someone bumped into him hard enough to make him stagger. "Ouch!" Legolas exclaimed.
The Human looked around and spotted him. He sneered and looked Legolas over, eyes cold and hard with cruelty.
Legolas felt a chill go through him. He didn't like this at all. "Excuse my clumsiness, sir," he apologized hastily. He hoped the apology would satisfy the man and he'd leave.
"I will excuse it, if you have a drink with me and keep me company," the man said. His leering smile made his intentions quite clear.
Legolas backed off. "I think not. An apology is all I am willing to give you," he said.
"Willing or not does not matter to me," the man said and grabbed for Legolas.
Fortunately Legolas was faster then the Human and evaded him. Turning, he fled into the crowd, hoping the Human wouldn't be able to follow him. Pounding footsteps warned Legolas the man was chasing him. He sped up the best he could with so many people in the way. He felt a hand grab the back of his shirt and jerked away, hearing cloth rip. Finally the footsteps faded, he had escaped.
Legolas half fell against a building to rest, heart thundering in his chest. It had been much to close. He was rapidly learning that a lone Elf was an easy target in a Human town. This wasn't the first time he had nearly been attacked and he knew all to well it wouldn't be the last. Sighing, he headed back to the inn to change his ripped shirt.
Lena looked up and smiled when Legolas entered through the kitchen door, but the smile quickly gave way to a worried frown. She hurried to his side. "Youngling, what happened? Sit down," she said. She guided him into a chair and fetched a glass of cold water.
"I am alright, Lena. I just had some trouble in the market place," Legolas said. He drained the glass.
Lena knew exactly what kind of trouble he meant. "Go change your shirt then come back and lend me a hand. In return I will give you a bite of lunch," she said.
"We are not allowed to eat lunch here, Lena," Legolas reminded her.
"Nonsense, the old miser is not here anyway and will not be back for another hour," Lena sniffed.
Legolas went and changed then returned to the kitchen and helped finish the morning chores and received a fine lunch in return then he went outside to find a quiet place to rest for awhile. Settling in the shade of a tree, he dozed off. A sharp kick on his foot jerked him awake. He found Darren standing over him. He realized it was nearly dusk.
"It is nearly time to open Elf, get of your skinny arse and get in there. You have work to do!" Darren snapped and went inside.
Legolas rose slowly and stretched. He hadn't meant to sleep, but he must have dozed off. He went inside.
When it got dark Darren opened his doors for business and soon after he did the inn was packed. Loud voices yelling for drinks and the clatter of dice filled the air while some men gambled at one of the tables. Darren shoved a tray of drinks into Legolas's hands and pointed at them. "Hurry up and take these to that bunch," he said.
Legolas nodded and went over to the table and began to pass out drinks. He reached out to put a mug next to the final man, only to have his wrist grabbed. He looked up and his heart skipped a beat in horror.
"Well, hello there, Elf. Nice to see you again," the man said.
Legolas swallowed as he stared at the man who'd chased him in the market, but he refused to let his fear show. "Let me go. I have work to do," he said.
"I am sure a few coins given to the innkeeper will buy as much as your time as I want," the man smirked.
"No, let go of me!" Legolas protested, trying to wrench his wrist free and gasped when the man's hand tightened brutally…..
A/N--Oh, oh, Legolas is in a bad situation! R/R please and save me from the plot bunnies!