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Chapter two: Bitterness
The iron bit harshly into his wrists, it was so tight that he was surprised that the blood still made its way through to his fingertips. Heavy clouds circled above him, like a canvas doused in wine which had been streached out over the stars.
It was always that dark here.
His clothes had been stripped from his body when he was first taken here, bleeding welts upon his back, his arms and even his face. His limbs had become heavy and somewhat dopey, he found that he could hardly tremble anymore. Most probabally due to the absence of the strength she had taken from him.
"Speak of the devil?" She purred in her thick and seductive voice. She ran her fingers across his bare chest, her painted fingernails leaving a trail of blood behind. "How are you this evening my dear Legolas?" She asked him quietly, she was smiling as she spoke he could hear it in her words.
He didn't answer.
"Oh come now, you cannot ignore me forever." She grinned and trailed kisses down the bleeding wounds on his shoulder blade. He flinched at her lips against his skin and let his head fall against his chest.
"Why not?"
She laughed, a cruel ringing sound which echoed throughout the large dome-like room. "Oh my beautiful, you have no idea how childish you sound right now". He forced a smile to his lips and rose his head to look at her. He did not speak at all, he merely stared at her.
"You're not going to talk to me?"
He remained silent and closed his eyes as she began to kiss his flesh, her arm snaked around his neck. "Would you kiss me, prince of Mirkwood?" He just stared at her, into her deep violet coloured eyes and said nothing. She grinned and said "I thought that might be your answer" pressed her lips up against his and licked the blood from his bottom lip, pulled away standing in the dim glow of the candle light and it spilled down over her naked breasts. The light crept through her mass of raven dark hair. It caught on the golden chain about her throat and she smiled at him. Knowing that Legolas looked upon her, those scarlet-painted lips curled cruelly into a bitter twisted grin.
He as usual had nothing to say to her and looked past her to the window with its ugly black iron bars. She had guessed what he was looking at and smirked "Should I have it boarded up dear prince? Disallow the light to touch your beautiful flesh ever again?"
She chuckled as she left the room, closing the heavy doors behind her. They were beautifully carved, this place had once been a place of wonder of joy he could feel it in his very soul. He wanted so desperatley to see his mother and father again. To know the feel of grass blades beneath his bare feet or the feel of the sun on his face. His blonde hair resembled something similar to bunched up rat tails, his beautiful elegant features streaked with dirt and the water that she had washed his skin with.
His blue eyes had lost their lusture because he was tired and alone. He was weary but still determined not to die. He hated her too much to let her defeat him and he had scarcely hated anybody in his life. The sigh which drew slowly from his lips caused a sharp pain in his ribs. They were badly bruised and perhaps his bones were broken he didn't really know.
The chains about his ankles and wrists were attatched to a link on the high roof, he stared up at it trying to figure out how to break the chain. Could he concentrate his energy enough to attempt to escape? He fought against this drugged feeling settled upon his tired legs and gripped the shackles, he climbed them with great difficulty and the ceiling was so high. He would not give into this pain he had decided secretly in his mind. When he reached the top of the chain he pushed his feet against the roof and coupled his weight with gravity.
The link in the roof broke free and Legolas fell a great distance to the ground. He groaned a little out of pain and pushed himself up off of the ground. The door looked quite heavy to push open with the little strength he could muster.
Legolas limped over to the stone doors only to be knocked back with a eavy wooden club.
"You can't escape me, my love".
