Chapter Two
Legolas continued to struggle as he was led out of the Collin's hall and into the hallway. He could not believe it. Those humans were talking of him as if he were property. He hated the ways some humans had. He struggled as he the humans pushed him into a small, dimly lit room. That young human had called him a slave, he would not have that. He was a prince of Mirkwood; he would not be kept as a slave.
The big brown haired human grabbed the elf by his slim shoulders and got right up into his face. "Now you listen here, Elf," he said sternly. "My son is going to be your master. You had better not hurt him. I swear, if you touch even one hair on his head, you will regret it for the rest of your life pathetic life," he growled.
'We'll see about that, you stupid human,' he whispered. The human's eyes narrowed and he tightened his grip on the Elf's shoulders. "Do not speak in your horrible tongue while in my house, Elf," he hissed venomously. Legolas just glared. Collin made a motion with his hand and the two other humans in the room quickly bound the Elf's wrist and slipped a looped rope around his neck. "He's ready, bring him to Nathanial's chambers." One of the men pulled on the rope around the Elf's neck forcefully. "Remember Elf, hurt him and I will hurt you," Collin warned before the three left the room.
Legolas was pulled down the hall like a dog on a leash. A stubborn dog, but like one nonetheless. He pulled on the rope tiredly, feeling fatigue creep up on him. He sighed mentally. 'I will escape soon," he thought to himself. 'When the time is right." They stopped in front of a door and one of the Men knocked on it loudly a couple of times.
"Enter," a muffled voice called out. The Man that had knocked opened the door and pulled the blonde Elf behind him. Legolas studied the young red headed human with distaste. He was sitting in an overstuffed chair reading a book. When the three people walked in he looked up and placed his book on an end table. He did not look much older than sixteen. "Thank you, Hector, Tom," he said hesitantly and took the rope from the Man's hand. "I can take it from here, good-bye." The men responded with grunts and then left the room, closing the door on the way out.
The boy looked up at Legolas tentatively. "My name is Nathanial, what is yours?" he asked. The Elf just stared. The red head bit his lip. "Can you understand me?" He was answered with a glare. He sighed and gently traced the ugly bruises on the other's pale face. Legolas jerked away angrily. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said defensively.
He looked down at the rope in his hand then back up at the Elf. "Do you want to take a bath?" he asked. Legolas gave him a confused look. "I was just asking. You're covered in dirt, it can't be pleasant." The blonde nodded slowly and Nathanial smiled a little before leading him into the bathroom.
Legolas got an uncomfortable feeling when the red head started filling the tub with hot water. When he was done he set some fluffy green towels beside the tub. "I'll be right back," he said quietly and left the bathroom. The blonde looked around the spacious bathroom. The bathtub was huge and was built in the floor. The floor was made of alabaster stone and covered with a few fluffy dark green rugs. There was also the toilet and the sink, which were made of alabaster also and had mithril faucets and the like. The big window was tinted so that you could look outside but not inside.
When Nathanial came back in the room he was carrying a pair of dark pants and a brown t-shirt. "Here, you can wear these," he handed the clothes to Legolas. "I'll have your clothes washed, although you can't wear them. I won't have them thrown away though, if that'll make you happy." He looked up at the elf and he nodded in response. He removed the ropes around the Elf's wrists and neck. "Okay, well I'll be in the room. Just come out when you're done." He was about to leave when he turned around. "You will be accompanying me to dinner, alright?" He left without waiting for an answer.
Legolas sighed. He undressed and slipped into the hot bath. He grabbed some soap and started cleaning off the sweat and dirt. 'Nathanial doesn't seem too bad. But I can't trust him completely yet. He could just be tricking me. And I still have to find a way out of here." He finished washing himself, dried off, and got dressed.
