Well, here comes the next chapter. I'm sorry if I never made it clear enough, I thought I did, but Legolas and Luminal are kept outside in plain view of the entire town. They are just outside of Revenhal's home. That's why he doesn't feel the need for a guard, because they are in the middle of the town, right outside his house and would be seen if they tried to escape_I guess that's really dumb reasoning_*shakes head* Major flaw, I'm sorry_I'll try to do better.
BTW_is a "weird" punishment a good thing? I was trying to be different. I hope you liked it. *smiles*
Well, you asked for more and here it is. Enjoy!
*****
Legolas awoke slowly to voices carrying on a quiet conversation. He paid them no mind at first, instead reaching out blindly for his sister. His hand only met air and damp ground, however. With a start, he sat up. He was not deceived. Luminal was not there.
He looked around for the source of the voices and spotted Revenhal, Finlash, and Miral. All three grinned with devilish humor at him as he searched desperately for his sister. "Missing something, Prince Legolas?" Revenhal chuckled.
Legolas glared at him, and then his eyes widened as he realized they knew who he was. "How did you_" He trailed off.
"Find out your identity?" Revenhal chuckled. "Easy. Your sister turned out to be much more cooperative than you." He smirked.
Legolas felt terror for his sister race through his heart. "What have you done to her?" He demanded.
"Oh, not much. In her state, she barely needed any persuasion." Revenhal said, and his two underlings chuckled from behind him. "One good thing came out of this for you, though." He stopped, waiting until Legolas unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to know what. "After much questioning, her revealing who you two are convinced me that you two truly aren't here to spy on us. In her condition, and at her age, I do not think she would have lied to me. Especially not after all my men did to her. What do you think?" He smirked.
Legolas growled and wanted to kill the man that dared to touch his sister, but his ankle was still tied. He didn't want to think about what they must have done to poor Luminal in order to get her out of her delusional state. "Now that you believe us, are you going to release us?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Revenhal pretended to think. "No. No, I think not. I can't have your father getting angry and coming down here to destroy us when he learns what happened through this little misunderstanding." He laughed at his choice of words, and Legolas grew more angry, if that was possible. "No, I am afraid you will have to stay here. I do not intend to ever release you, but look at the bright side. It won't be long before you do something to provoke me, and then you will no longer have to worry about it, will you?" He smirked, but there was a heavy threat underneath his words. "Well, now that you are going to be living here, we will have to help you settle into our lifestyle here." His smile widened, and he turned to leave. "Bring him." He ordered Finlash and Miral, and they untied him, pulling him to his feet, and made him walk, staying on both sides of him and keeping a grip on his arms to discourage any thoughts of running away.
*****
Legolas was taken to a large building that seemed to be the center of some activity in the town, as humans were scurrying in and out, with a few other odd beings. Legolas thought he spotted an elf once, and Bramblerose another time. He was taken inside, and he saw a large hall filled with people, most reclining at a large table in the center of the brightly lit room. Most of the humans there were male, and Legolas could see a beautiful elf dressed in green and blue silk dancing for the amusement of the men. She seemed to be doing her job well.
Legolas wasn't able to take in his surroundings for very long, for he was taken through a door into another room, this one seeming to be a kitchen, as steam rose in the air, and beings scurried about, and food was on counters. Unconciously, his stomach rumbled. He was taken through this room, and into another.
This one was dim, and empty. Legolas suddenly noticed that Revenhal was not with them. Somewhere along the way, he had left them, and for that the elf was grateful. The Tur men with him stopped. "Undress." Finlash ordered.
Legolas froze. "What?" He asked.
Miral, standing behind him, struck him hard between the shoulder blades with a blunt object. "He said undress. Don't question, just obey. Things will go much easier for you that way." He said darkly.
Legolas winced at the pain, but set his jaw and lifted his chin, looking away from both men and standing rigidly. "No." He said in a low voice.
Finlash glared at him, and grabbed him by the hair, throwing him forward onto the ground. Legolas felt his face strike the ground harshly, and his nose began to bleed. "If you insist on making this hard, then we can oblige." Miral said, coming behind him and using a knife to cut his clothes off as Finlash held him down. Legolas growled at him, but was unable to move. When Miral had finished, Legolas was pulled to his feet. Finlash was holding something in his hands.
"Are you going to dress yourself, or must we do that too?" Finlash asked. Legolas could barely contain his relief when he saw they were just having him change out of his soiled clothes. He shook his head. Finlash gave a satisfied grunt. "All right." He said, and thrust the fabric into Legolas' hands.
Legolas looked it over. It was a simple garment, leggings made of a white cloth. He slipped into them without a word. He was not offered a tunic, and he simply stood there silently.
Finlash looked him over, then cleared his throat. "You are now a servant for Lord Revenhal and all his guests. You will do what you are told, and only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?" He asked.
Legolas stared at him in wonder. Did they actually think he was going to agree to this? "I refuse." He said simply. They would have to beat him to death's door before he would agree.
Miral smirked. "Lord Revenhal thought you might feel that way." So saying, he grabbed Legolas' right bicep, Finlash grabbing hold of the other. They led him back the way they had come until they arrived in the main room Legolas had first seen before. "Do you see that small girl in the corner of the room?" Miral mocked him quietly.
Legolas looked_and saw. Luminal was laying on her side, weeping into her arm, numerous bruises on her face and all visible flesh. He dress had been ripped in many places, and he could see that she had bled in places on it. He thought his heart would stop. Luminal was not going to survive this. He suddenly seemed to know that in his heart. He was a fool for thinking they would leave here together, and to be honest, he did not know how she had stayed alive this long. However, blind hope remained, hope that he could escape with her, get her to Rivendell, save her somehow. He had too!
He nodded numbly. Finlash grinned. "If you disobey, she will receive the punishment rather than you." He laughed harshly.
Legolas felt as if his heart had stopped, and he looked to the pitiful figure of his sister before nodding slightly. "All right." He whispered. "I will do what you tell me." He finished.
"Good." Finlash said, and shoved him towards the kitchen. "Go help with dinner." He ordered. Legolas dazedly obeyed.
*****
Legolas quietly held the tray out so that the cursed Turs could stuff themselves. He had not eaten yet, and it was torture to be this close to food and not be able to touch it, but he barely though of it as he kept stealing glances at his sister. Luminal was unconscious now, for which he was glad.
Cerinas quietly watched the elf above her. He was so beautiful, even with bruises and blood marring his features. She could barely think to serve herself as she stared at him. As he started away to serve the next one, she purposely dropped her fork. "Oops." She said softly.
The elf did not look as though he was going to stop. She felt anger rising, but tamped it down. She would just have to get his attention. "Servant!" She called, abruptly kicking the fork just out of her reach. He turned slowly, amazing blue eyes connecting with her own green, and she felt her breath stop. "Could you get me my fork?" She breathed, pointing to where the fork was, now behind him. He turned and bent down to get it.
Legolas heard the sigh behind him and felt his face flush angrily. He knew exactly why this girl wanted him to get her fork, but he feared too much for his sister to rebel, no matter how much he ached to. He stood and handed her the fork, and hurried away.
Cerinas sighed again as she held the fork absently, twirling it slightly. "Father?" She abruptly asked.
Revenhal looked to his daughter, and smiled softly. Unlike Verald, Cerinas was his true child from before his current wife, and she reminded him of himself in her personality, if not in appearance, since she looked nothing like him. He loved her, in his own twisted way, and was quite proud of her. "Yes, daughter?" He replied.
Cerinas flipped a bit of dark red hair over his shoulder. "My 19th birthday is only a week away, but I would like to have my present a bit early, if you don't mind." She turned and smiled sweetly at him.
Revenhal smiled back. His daughter was the only one who could coax this kind of response out of him. "Of course. What do you want?" He asked.
Cerinas smiled wider, but it was no longer a sweet smile as she looked across the table. It was a horrible, cruel smile. "Him." She said, and pointed to the elf that was serving across the table.
BTW_is a "weird" punishment a good thing? I was trying to be different. I hope you liked it. *smiles*
Well, you asked for more and here it is. Enjoy!
*****
Legolas awoke slowly to voices carrying on a quiet conversation. He paid them no mind at first, instead reaching out blindly for his sister. His hand only met air and damp ground, however. With a start, he sat up. He was not deceived. Luminal was not there.
He looked around for the source of the voices and spotted Revenhal, Finlash, and Miral. All three grinned with devilish humor at him as he searched desperately for his sister. "Missing something, Prince Legolas?" Revenhal chuckled.
Legolas glared at him, and then his eyes widened as he realized they knew who he was. "How did you_" He trailed off.
"Find out your identity?" Revenhal chuckled. "Easy. Your sister turned out to be much more cooperative than you." He smirked.
Legolas felt terror for his sister race through his heart. "What have you done to her?" He demanded.
"Oh, not much. In her state, she barely needed any persuasion." Revenhal said, and his two underlings chuckled from behind him. "One good thing came out of this for you, though." He stopped, waiting until Legolas unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to know what. "After much questioning, her revealing who you two are convinced me that you two truly aren't here to spy on us. In her condition, and at her age, I do not think she would have lied to me. Especially not after all my men did to her. What do you think?" He smirked.
Legolas growled and wanted to kill the man that dared to touch his sister, but his ankle was still tied. He didn't want to think about what they must have done to poor Luminal in order to get her out of her delusional state. "Now that you believe us, are you going to release us?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Revenhal pretended to think. "No. No, I think not. I can't have your father getting angry and coming down here to destroy us when he learns what happened through this little misunderstanding." He laughed at his choice of words, and Legolas grew more angry, if that was possible. "No, I am afraid you will have to stay here. I do not intend to ever release you, but look at the bright side. It won't be long before you do something to provoke me, and then you will no longer have to worry about it, will you?" He smirked, but there was a heavy threat underneath his words. "Well, now that you are going to be living here, we will have to help you settle into our lifestyle here." His smile widened, and he turned to leave. "Bring him." He ordered Finlash and Miral, and they untied him, pulling him to his feet, and made him walk, staying on both sides of him and keeping a grip on his arms to discourage any thoughts of running away.
*****
Legolas was taken to a large building that seemed to be the center of some activity in the town, as humans were scurrying in and out, with a few other odd beings. Legolas thought he spotted an elf once, and Bramblerose another time. He was taken inside, and he saw a large hall filled with people, most reclining at a large table in the center of the brightly lit room. Most of the humans there were male, and Legolas could see a beautiful elf dressed in green and blue silk dancing for the amusement of the men. She seemed to be doing her job well.
Legolas wasn't able to take in his surroundings for very long, for he was taken through a door into another room, this one seeming to be a kitchen, as steam rose in the air, and beings scurried about, and food was on counters. Unconciously, his stomach rumbled. He was taken through this room, and into another.
This one was dim, and empty. Legolas suddenly noticed that Revenhal was not with them. Somewhere along the way, he had left them, and for that the elf was grateful. The Tur men with him stopped. "Undress." Finlash ordered.
Legolas froze. "What?" He asked.
Miral, standing behind him, struck him hard between the shoulder blades with a blunt object. "He said undress. Don't question, just obey. Things will go much easier for you that way." He said darkly.
Legolas winced at the pain, but set his jaw and lifted his chin, looking away from both men and standing rigidly. "No." He said in a low voice.
Finlash glared at him, and grabbed him by the hair, throwing him forward onto the ground. Legolas felt his face strike the ground harshly, and his nose began to bleed. "If you insist on making this hard, then we can oblige." Miral said, coming behind him and using a knife to cut his clothes off as Finlash held him down. Legolas growled at him, but was unable to move. When Miral had finished, Legolas was pulled to his feet. Finlash was holding something in his hands.
"Are you going to dress yourself, or must we do that too?" Finlash asked. Legolas could barely contain his relief when he saw they were just having him change out of his soiled clothes. He shook his head. Finlash gave a satisfied grunt. "All right." He said, and thrust the fabric into Legolas' hands.
Legolas looked it over. It was a simple garment, leggings made of a white cloth. He slipped into them without a word. He was not offered a tunic, and he simply stood there silently.
Finlash looked him over, then cleared his throat. "You are now a servant for Lord Revenhal and all his guests. You will do what you are told, and only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?" He asked.
Legolas stared at him in wonder. Did they actually think he was going to agree to this? "I refuse." He said simply. They would have to beat him to death's door before he would agree.
Miral smirked. "Lord Revenhal thought you might feel that way." So saying, he grabbed Legolas' right bicep, Finlash grabbing hold of the other. They led him back the way they had come until they arrived in the main room Legolas had first seen before. "Do you see that small girl in the corner of the room?" Miral mocked him quietly.
Legolas looked_and saw. Luminal was laying on her side, weeping into her arm, numerous bruises on her face and all visible flesh. He dress had been ripped in many places, and he could see that she had bled in places on it. He thought his heart would stop. Luminal was not going to survive this. He suddenly seemed to know that in his heart. He was a fool for thinking they would leave here together, and to be honest, he did not know how she had stayed alive this long. However, blind hope remained, hope that he could escape with her, get her to Rivendell, save her somehow. He had too!
He nodded numbly. Finlash grinned. "If you disobey, she will receive the punishment rather than you." He laughed harshly.
Legolas felt as if his heart had stopped, and he looked to the pitiful figure of his sister before nodding slightly. "All right." He whispered. "I will do what you tell me." He finished.
"Good." Finlash said, and shoved him towards the kitchen. "Go help with dinner." He ordered. Legolas dazedly obeyed.
*****
Legolas quietly held the tray out so that the cursed Turs could stuff themselves. He had not eaten yet, and it was torture to be this close to food and not be able to touch it, but he barely though of it as he kept stealing glances at his sister. Luminal was unconscious now, for which he was glad.
Cerinas quietly watched the elf above her. He was so beautiful, even with bruises and blood marring his features. She could barely think to serve herself as she stared at him. As he started away to serve the next one, she purposely dropped her fork. "Oops." She said softly.
The elf did not look as though he was going to stop. She felt anger rising, but tamped it down. She would just have to get his attention. "Servant!" She called, abruptly kicking the fork just out of her reach. He turned slowly, amazing blue eyes connecting with her own green, and she felt her breath stop. "Could you get me my fork?" She breathed, pointing to where the fork was, now behind him. He turned and bent down to get it.
Legolas heard the sigh behind him and felt his face flush angrily. He knew exactly why this girl wanted him to get her fork, but he feared too much for his sister to rebel, no matter how much he ached to. He stood and handed her the fork, and hurried away.
Cerinas sighed again as she held the fork absently, twirling it slightly. "Father?" She abruptly asked.
Revenhal looked to his daughter, and smiled softly. Unlike Verald, Cerinas was his true child from before his current wife, and she reminded him of himself in her personality, if not in appearance, since she looked nothing like him. He loved her, in his own twisted way, and was quite proud of her. "Yes, daughter?" He replied.
Cerinas flipped a bit of dark red hair over his shoulder. "My 19th birthday is only a week away, but I would like to have my present a bit early, if you don't mind." She turned and smiled sweetly at him.
Revenhal smiled back. His daughter was the only one who could coax this kind of response out of him. "Of course. What do you want?" He asked.
Cerinas smiled wider, but it was no longer a sweet smile as she looked across the table. It was a horrible, cruel smile. "Him." She said, and pointed to the elf that was serving across the table.