Ok, here is the chapter I promised! Sorry it's short, but I promise, when I get back, the rest of your questions will be answered. I have a TON to do before I leave tomorrow. I hope this will hold you over!! The story of Legolas' capture is coming to a close! Soon he will have to face Thranduil! :O
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Legolas was limp as he was untied and dragged out of the room and down the hall. He had nothing to live for anymore, no reason to go on, so why fight? His blue eyes were dull with grief, and all he felt was deep-seated weariness that went down into his very bones.
The guards seemed not to notice his meek state, and did not pause. Legolas soon lost track of the halls as they turned corner after corner. They all looked the same.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. A gruff looking man, his expression lust-filled, angry and bleary, showing that he was quite drunk, was dragging behind him that young elf that Legolas had briefly met an eternity ago, or so it felt to the Mirkwood prince.
Demenarth was struggling valiantly against her captor's grip on her bicep, cursing him in…elvish! Legolas was vaguely surprised at hearing her speak elvish after she had spoken against it so. "Leithia enni!!! Deleb echil, thou osp!!!" *Release me!!! Horrible human, you reek!!!* She struggled harder, striking his hand hard. The man did not flinch, instead pulling her body firmly to his chest before licking her cheek. Demenarth growled and slapped him with her free hand after working it loose from his crushing grip. "Ion ned glam, dar al lav enni ae thou iest an heb thy lam!!!" *Son of orcs, do not lick me if you wish to keep your tongue!!!* She warned him, her eyes dark, but Legolas could sense her fear, and knew that was why she had reverted to elvish.
The man gave an incoherent yell of anger and grabbed Demenarth by her hair, thrusting his face into hers and kissing her forcefully. Demenarth's fear was palpable now, and she whimpered slightly. The man pulled back and resumed pulling her, and Demenarth's desperation grew until she was shrieking hysterically, reverting to the tongue of men in hopes of somehow stopping the man from his intentions. "I beg of you, let me go!!!" She cried, tears brimming in her eyes, revealing juts how very young she was. The man paid her no heed, continuing on past Legolas and the guards. "You cannot do this, it will kill me!!! I beg of you, do not force me to serve you in this manner!" She pleaded brokenly, her struggles more weary but more desperate as they got closer to their destination.
The guard was not listening, and was too strong to even be phased. He stopped suddenly at a door and opened it, thrusting Demenarth in before him. Demenarth stumbled and fell out of sight, but soon she was barreling out the door, trying to escape. The man threw out an arm, grabbing her and stopping her flight. Demenarth turned, kicking him in a sensitive area, and then biting the arm that held her.
The man howled angrily, throwing her into the wall, where her head struck hard with a crack. Her eyes took on a dazed look, and she did not struggle as she was pulled inside the room and the door shut. The guards did not pause on their journey, despite Legolas gaze remaining on where he had last seen the female elf. With the terror in her eyes, he could see how young she was, and something deep inside him stirred, wanting to protect her, but having neither the strength nor the opportunity to help her.
Being dragged away, Legolas was aware of cries coming from the room Demenarth had disappeared into. As he was pulled down the hall, they became fainter, until, as he could barely hear them anymore, and then there came a violent male cry of pain. Following it shortly, there was a death scream that reverberated down the hall. Legolas flinched, knowing that meant that Demenarth had stepped over the line, and in his drunken rage, the man had lost control.
Going around the corner, Legolas spotted Verald, tears in his eyes. The boy looked up to him, trembling, and his gaze only worsened when he saw the broken elf. "Is she…" He whispered softly to Legolas alone.
Legolas nodded wearily. Verald's head dropped, and his tears worsened. A guard grabbed the boy by his arm and shook him hard. "What are you doing standing around? Get to your room, where you belong, or I will tell your father that you are wandering around the halls alone." He threw Verald away the way someone might discard a dead animal. Verald stumbled, and looked back to Legolas once before biting his lip and disappearing down the hall.
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There was a look of grim sadness to Elrond face when Legolas paused. "Celufirin." He said sadly. "The young elf-child we were searching for." He said.
Legolas nodded slowly. "I guessed they might be the same person." He admitted. "Verald was heartbroken over her death. He was a kind child, and so vulnerable to the pain of death." Elrond listened silently.
Legolas took a deep breath before continuing. "For almost two weeks, I paid with my blood and pain for Cerinas' death. Revenhal was never satisfied, but he always stopped short of killing me. Given more time, though, I am sure he would have gotten around to it." Legolas smiled bitterly, and Elrod frowned.
Legolas paused and gazed out the window. "However, the valar had pity on me, and I was provided escape from a source I would have never expected to receive it from…"
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Sorry for the cliffy, but I MUST go to bed, because I have to get up early tomorrow and clean my car and fill it up with gas, clean my room, the house, the cat litter, pack, buy stuff for the road, pick up a friend that lives an hour away, get reservations for a hotel….oh god, I can't even think about what I have to do!! *whimpers*
I need a hug from Leggy. *wanders off in search of her boy.*
P.S. ONE DAY TILL POTC AND I HAVE MY TICKETS!!! YAY!
See you when I return!!
*****
Legolas was limp as he was untied and dragged out of the room and down the hall. He had nothing to live for anymore, no reason to go on, so why fight? His blue eyes were dull with grief, and all he felt was deep-seated weariness that went down into his very bones.
The guards seemed not to notice his meek state, and did not pause. Legolas soon lost track of the halls as they turned corner after corner. They all looked the same.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. A gruff looking man, his expression lust-filled, angry and bleary, showing that he was quite drunk, was dragging behind him that young elf that Legolas had briefly met an eternity ago, or so it felt to the Mirkwood prince.
Demenarth was struggling valiantly against her captor's grip on her bicep, cursing him in…elvish! Legolas was vaguely surprised at hearing her speak elvish after she had spoken against it so. "Leithia enni!!! Deleb echil, thou osp!!!" *Release me!!! Horrible human, you reek!!!* She struggled harder, striking his hand hard. The man did not flinch, instead pulling her body firmly to his chest before licking her cheek. Demenarth growled and slapped him with her free hand after working it loose from his crushing grip. "Ion ned glam, dar al lav enni ae thou iest an heb thy lam!!!" *Son of orcs, do not lick me if you wish to keep your tongue!!!* She warned him, her eyes dark, but Legolas could sense her fear, and knew that was why she had reverted to elvish.
The man gave an incoherent yell of anger and grabbed Demenarth by her hair, thrusting his face into hers and kissing her forcefully. Demenarth's fear was palpable now, and she whimpered slightly. The man pulled back and resumed pulling her, and Demenarth's desperation grew until she was shrieking hysterically, reverting to the tongue of men in hopes of somehow stopping the man from his intentions. "I beg of you, let me go!!!" She cried, tears brimming in her eyes, revealing juts how very young she was. The man paid her no heed, continuing on past Legolas and the guards. "You cannot do this, it will kill me!!! I beg of you, do not force me to serve you in this manner!" She pleaded brokenly, her struggles more weary but more desperate as they got closer to their destination.
The guard was not listening, and was too strong to even be phased. He stopped suddenly at a door and opened it, thrusting Demenarth in before him. Demenarth stumbled and fell out of sight, but soon she was barreling out the door, trying to escape. The man threw out an arm, grabbing her and stopping her flight. Demenarth turned, kicking him in a sensitive area, and then biting the arm that held her.
The man howled angrily, throwing her into the wall, where her head struck hard with a crack. Her eyes took on a dazed look, and she did not struggle as she was pulled inside the room and the door shut. The guards did not pause on their journey, despite Legolas gaze remaining on where he had last seen the female elf. With the terror in her eyes, he could see how young she was, and something deep inside him stirred, wanting to protect her, but having neither the strength nor the opportunity to help her.
Being dragged away, Legolas was aware of cries coming from the room Demenarth had disappeared into. As he was pulled down the hall, they became fainter, until, as he could barely hear them anymore, and then there came a violent male cry of pain. Following it shortly, there was a death scream that reverberated down the hall. Legolas flinched, knowing that meant that Demenarth had stepped over the line, and in his drunken rage, the man had lost control.
Going around the corner, Legolas spotted Verald, tears in his eyes. The boy looked up to him, trembling, and his gaze only worsened when he saw the broken elf. "Is she…" He whispered softly to Legolas alone.
Legolas nodded wearily. Verald's head dropped, and his tears worsened. A guard grabbed the boy by his arm and shook him hard. "What are you doing standing around? Get to your room, where you belong, or I will tell your father that you are wandering around the halls alone." He threw Verald away the way someone might discard a dead animal. Verald stumbled, and looked back to Legolas once before biting his lip and disappearing down the hall.
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There was a look of grim sadness to Elrond face when Legolas paused. "Celufirin." He said sadly. "The young elf-child we were searching for." He said.
Legolas nodded slowly. "I guessed they might be the same person." He admitted. "Verald was heartbroken over her death. He was a kind child, and so vulnerable to the pain of death." Elrond listened silently.
Legolas took a deep breath before continuing. "For almost two weeks, I paid with my blood and pain for Cerinas' death. Revenhal was never satisfied, but he always stopped short of killing me. Given more time, though, I am sure he would have gotten around to it." Legolas smiled bitterly, and Elrod frowned.
Legolas paused and gazed out the window. "However, the valar had pity on me, and I was provided escape from a source I would have never expected to receive it from…"
*****
Sorry for the cliffy, but I MUST go to bed, because I have to get up early tomorrow and clean my car and fill it up with gas, clean my room, the house, the cat litter, pack, buy stuff for the road, pick up a friend that lives an hour away, get reservations for a hotel….oh god, I can't even think about what I have to do!! *whimpers*
I need a hug from Leggy. *wanders off in search of her boy.*
P.S. ONE DAY TILL POTC AND I HAVE MY TICKETS!!! YAY!
See you when I return!!