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Author's Note- This must be the fourth update today, so enjoy the story! But please don't copy my ideas without my knowledge! I'll let you if you only ask permission! Well, that's enough from me!
Summary- Poor old Legolas has been thrown into a dungeon that is occupied by his brothers and his father, though they don't recognise each other.
As the door slowly opened, Calarian, Eldran and Thranduil made their way into the shadowy corners of the cell. Legolas stayed where he was, determined to not show Sartarian any fear.
To the surprise of all, a servant quietly slid through the gap. She made her way over to Legolas and whispered into his ear, "Your Highness, here is a key to escape. You'll find food and your weapons locked in the main guard room. Don't worry though as everyone is behind you. They'll get you cleaned up. No-one likes Sartarian anymore. It was a terrible mistake of ours to back him, although we didn't really have any choice."
Legolas quickly undid his shackles and looked over at the corner where the three elves were looking completely stunned. He quickly made his way out of the room with the servant.
The three remaining elves looked at each other before mouthing, "Your Highness?"
Meanwhile, Legolas hurried down the corridor with the servant whose name he found out was Tashariel, though she preferred being called Tasha. As he moved into the guard room followed by her, everything went immediately quiet; no-one spoke, though all eyes were trained on him. A guard slowly walked up to him and handed him his weapons.
Legolas winced as he strapped his quiver to his back, as the straps cut across the welts forming.
The guard said hesitantly, "Your Highness?"
Legolas looked at him before saying, "Where is the traitorous rat?"
"He's in the Main Hall or Throne Room, your highness."
"Please," said Legolas, "The name is just Legolas. Not your highness, lord, prince or anything else." He sighed before saying, "Right. Now I'm going to get the revenge I deserve. Anybody here going to join me?" The guards slowly stood up and followed him out. However, one guard quietly slipped out of a secret passageway.
Sartarian was furious. The guard before him said that Legolas had not only escaped, but had routed out allies. He glanced down saying, "Hmmm. Before the final battle, why not bring in his family to watch the spectacle."
Bowing down the guard motioned with his hand for several others to follow, heading down to the dungeons. Slamming open the door, Eldran said, "Honestly? Is teasing not enough for you?"
The guard grinned evilly. "Not really. Today is your lucky day. Not only do you get to get to come out of here, you also get to see a member of your family killed." Thranduil looked at his sons questioningly before being forced out of the room, shackled and gagged. He was thrust into the Throne Room before Sartarian. The evil elf grinned at them before motioning to the guards to thrust them to one side.
Legolas threw open the doors before yelling at Sartarian, "I told you that I would exact my revenge someday."
"How interesting, you highness," he said emphasising the last two words. Thranduil gasped through his gag. Sartarian flew an evil glance over to them before turning his attention back to the main problem at hand.
Pulling his sword out of his scabbard, he walked down the steps calmly before saying, "Alright. A fight to the death then, but I have a funny feeling who will be the victor, Prince Legolas."
Calarian, Eldran and Thranduil's heads shot up fixating on Legolas. Trying to talk through their gags, Sartarian laughed at them before saying, "So Prince Legolas, did you have a nice family reunion down in the dungeons?"
Legolas didn't move but his gaze fixated on the three kneeling elves at the side. Before he could say anything Sartarian thrust his sword at Legolas' unprotected chest.