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Chapter One
The Haradrim King, Quasir, scowled as the Elven Prince was dropped unconscious at his feet. The Queen sunk back in her pure gold throne, displeased at her husband's choice to take an innocent Elf captive. She had no proof that the Commander had not reported this matter to the King of Gondor. But she had not looked upon the face of the deceitful man; her son had done so.
He saw triumph and evil etched in the pretty face. The Prince smiled. "Cut the ropes and awaken the Elf," Quasir commanded. A short man with gray hair knelt beside the Elven Prince and cut the bindings. He then slapped Legolas lightly across the face to arouse his clouded mind. The Elf slowly opened his sapphire eyes and blinked a few times.
"On your feet, there you go. Bow to your new King, Elf." Legolas looked around, surprised. Everything was pure gold! The floor, the thrones, the curtains, the jewelry–everything! How could someone like golden ornaments this much? "I said bow to your King!" Legolas shook his blonde head defiantly.
The Prince's smile only widened on his impeccable tanned face. He bent down and whispered something to his father; the King nodded. "I hereby announce that my son, Damean, Prince of the Haradrim population, has full ownership over the prisoner. He has all rights to do what he wishes to him. Take the Elf to my son's living quarters." The guards started to pull Legolas down an exiting hall before Legolas stopped them by speaking.
"You can't own me," he stated softly but firmly. The King looked up, startled by the sudden outburst of the Elf. He chuckled quietly to himself. "Well that's too bad, Prince of Mirkwood. Because I do; or, that is, my son does. Take him away." Legolas struggled against the guards as they took him to Damean's rooms. Legolas kicked one of the guards in the stomach, making him double over in pain. He punched another in the jaw, causing the man to lose his balance and almost fall out of an open window behind him.
The Prince of Harad followed his men closely, furious at the fact that this Elf had nearly killed a guard. "Hit him if you have to!" the Prince exclaimed. "You weren't trained to fall at the feet of an single damn Elf!" The men grunted at the insult and held Legolas tighter; this made Legolas madder. He should not be treated in this manner! A man suddenly drove Legolas' head into the wall, making the Wood-Elf see black spots in his vision.
The gray-haired human from the throne room and rammed his fist into Legolas' still bleeding arrow wound. The Silvan Prince stumbled against the wall and fell into blackness as a fresh wave of pain engulfed his body. The men carried the Elf to their Prince's bed and laid him clumsily upon it. "Summon a healer!" the Prince barked. The guards left and the chief healer entered after a few moments.
About twenty minutes later the healer motioned for his Prince to follow him and see Legolas. While he walked to see his prisoner, the medical attendant told Damean of his wounds. "The arrow went deep, almost protruding through to his front side. I have put a healing ointment on the wounds and have bandaged his lower back. I will be back tomorrow morning to take off the bandage and to give him a herbal remedy. He should be awake by then." The Prince nodded; his mind was preoccupied. "Is there anything else you might need, my Lord?"
"No, no. That will do, thank you. I shall see to it that you are paid well for this. You may leave now."
"Your Majesty, may I ask a question?" asked the healer hesitantly. Damean nodded again. "If he is a prisoner, then why have I healed him?" The Crown Prince snapped out of his daze and gave the healer a sharp look. "He is worth more alive than dead if we decide to ransom him, you fool!" The healer cowered away and bowed. "Forgive me, my Lord."
"Leave! Tell my father when the prisoner is expected to awaken." The healer bowed and hurriedly left. The Prince turned and walked to his room to look over Legolas. The Elf lay on the bed, his hair was matted with blood and dirt. Only his leggings remained on his body; the tunic had been taken off so the healer could bandage the arrow piercing and his boots had been removed. His chest rose up and down as Legolas took in labored breath. His eyelids fluttered and he moved his head slightly higher, exposing his pale, smooth neck.
Damean stroked Legolas' face, hair, and neck. "You are a beauty."
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