Disclaimer- Same as before really.
Legolas pulled Arfeel to a halt. He glanced around the courtyard warily. He hadn't been through any of the villages, preferring to head straight to the palace and to Sartarian.
Leaping off, he pulled out his daggers and threw open the doors to the palace. The servants stared at him in shock, thinking him a ghost of the past. No-one spoke at all. He glanced down the long corridor wrinkling his nose in disgust at the décor of black drapes hanging everywhere.
He marched down the corridor that he remembered and threw the doors open to the Throne Room, though he supposed it might be called something different now.
The hall went quiet. Sartarian was sitting on his father's throne with his advisors all around him. He was glad that he had remembered to pull his hood down before entering. His lips curled at that thought; he supposed that it was more dramatic this way.
Sartarian glanced at him curiously. Who this strange elf was, he didn't know, but something told him that this was an elf to be feared.
He didn't like what his instincts were telling him. He wasn't afraid of anything but suddenly he knew that he would have to tread carefully around this elf. "Who are you and why have you barged in here so rudely? Can't you see that we are in session?"
Legolas looked back up at him. "I have come to take what is rightfully mine." He whispered softly.
Sartarian glanced down at him haughtily.
"Oh? And pray tell what is that? Some servant girl from the kitchens?"
His advisors around him chuckled nervously. Sartarian had been a strange ruler from the beginning. He had filled them with hope of a better future, but now, they could see him as unstable.
All those years of ruling, had convinced him that someone would try to kill him and he became increasingly paranoid of everyone. No-one was safe anymore; not like they had been with Thranduil.
Legolas curled his mouth in enjoyment before pulling back his hood and lifting his head to face his family's murderer. The room fell silent in an instant. The likeness between Thranduil and this ellon was unmistakable.
"I have come to claim vengeance on the murder of my family."
To say Sartarian was shocked would be an understatement. Instantly he was on his feet and yelled at the guards to bring the unwanted 'guest' to the dungeons immediately.
Legolas knew that his victory was short- lived as he was pounced on by unwilling guards. He felt their emotions course through him and realised that he could get the upper hand here.
"Tampa!" (Stop!) Sartarian shouted. He had a wicked gleam in his eye.
"I know what to do with the young princeling," he whispered evilly, before taking out a long whip. Without warning he struck Legolas all over.
The guards and everyone else were horrified by his actions. They knew that he was now truly mad, but he was mad with followers, though over the years they had dwindled down to only a select few.
Unbeknownst to Sartarian, the whipping wasn't achieving the desired effect on Legolas. He had been the unwilling recipient of orc torture over an occasion of times.
He got out of their cruel hands only by escaping. So know that the whipping was starting again, he fell back into the method he used when subjected to orc torture. Breathe in, hold, and breathe out slowly taking the worst of the blows when he breathed in.
"Fine! Have it your way," the evil elf said. He knocked Legolas to the floor before ordering his guards to follow with the prisoner. He led them into the dark dungeons where there were several inmates including Legolas' family. Sartarian stopped by their door.
"Hang on," he whispered cruelly. An evil plan formed in his mind involving a very 'funny' trick for him. He flew open the door and stalked in followed by his guards.