When Friends Become Enemies
Disclaimer: Still not dead.
A/N: Here begins chapter two, and the start of a whole lot of pain for poor Leggie.
Legolas continued to simultaneously put away his arrows and watch the retreating couple in amusement until they turned the corner and were out of sight. Unfortunately, this meant that they were out of earshot too.
Suddenly, three things happened all at once, Legolas's heightened sense of hearing picked up a faint crackle behind him, he whirled around but with nothing to defend himself with except for a single arrow (after all, he had just been going shooting with a friend, he hadn't exactly thought to deck himself out in full armour), and something large, heavy and blunt hit him on the head. Colour exploded in his head, and then suddenly, all was black.
When Legolas came to, his head was spinning. Pain pulsed through him, and it took every last scrap of energy in him to raise his head and look around at his surroundings. When he saw where he was he almost wished he hadn't. Legolas was usually a very calm, rational person, and normally it would take a lot to scare him, but even the most self-assured person in the world would feel slightly uncomfortable if they were stretched out on a stone slab, surrounded by people (or they may have been elves, or anthing else for that matter,there was no way to tell) wearing black robes, with hoods which covered their faces.
One of them seemed to notice that Legolas had woken, and moved briskly to his side. The thing muttered something to another of Legolas's captors. The dialect was strange, the only thing it sounded even vaguely like was Orkish, but that was very vaguely. Legolas's attempts to try to place the race of these things were cut short, when one of them pointed a contraption at him, barked a command, and the most searing pain Legolas had ever experienced cut through him like a knife.
Legolas screamed in anguish, the pain was unbearable! It ripped through him, torturing him. He screamed again, too much pain, too much! Why were they doing this? Those words floated around his head as the pain gradually became too much for his body to handle, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Aragorn grumbled as the tailor jerked the measuring tape around him. What was wrong with the hundred other dress-suits Arwen had forced him to undertake this torture for? He shifted his weight onto the other foot. He didn't care if the ridiculous woman wanted him to stand like that; he didn't want to! He yelped as the tailor "accidentally" jabbed him with a needle, most probably repayment for not standing perfectly still. These women seemed to think he was a statue!
The tailor smiled innocently at him, and moved away to record his measurements. While she was there, she murmured something to one of the other dressmakers working there, and the two of them burst into giggles, steeling looks at him as they gossiped. He felt his blood pressure rising, and was thankful when a young soldier flung open the door, and stumbled up to him, out of breath and panting.
"Your, uh, your highness," the boy stammered, "I have, um, a message."
"Yes, yes, what is it boy?" Aragorn snapped, thoroughly irritated at this point.
"Lord, er, Lord Elrond is here, sir, and he wants to speak to you. Your majesty," the boy added hastily. Aragorn's heart leapt.
"Yes, well, duty calls, so so sorry I couldn't stay for longer!" Aragorn chirped cheerfully, not looking sorry at all. "Good-bye all!"
He hurriedly discarded the measuring tape which was still clinging to him, and ran out of the door as fast as his legs would carry him, leaving the poor exhausted soldier to try desperately to keep up with him.
"Did Lord Elrond say what he wanted?" Aragorn inquired when they finally got within sight of the palace.
"No your majesty. Just said to tell you that it was a matter of great importance."
Aragorn frowned. What could Elrond want?
Oohh! What does Elrond want? Does it have anything to do with Legolas's captors? What so the captors want? Will try to update soon!