Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own LotR, but I do own extra characters now… XD!
Sorry 'bout all grammar and/or spelling mistakes.
So, here we are, at chapter number six. And I hope you are all still with me on this.
Enjoy. And let me know what ya think, alright? n.n
Bound
Chapter Six: Trapped Again
When Legolas regained consciousness he was greeted with a terrible headache. He groaned in discomfort and shifted his body, or tried to at least. He was startled to find he could hardly move at all, his wrists and ankles were bound tightly with rope.
The elf gulped thickly, trying to swallow his panic. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping this was just some horrible nightmare; that, when he opened his eyes, he would be back in his own bed in Mirkwood or Imladris. He'd even take back with Ellun and Aelin!
Valar, please let this be a nightmare, the blonde pleaded silently.
His breathing was quickening at an alarming rate and he realized he needed to calm down and try to get himself out of this situation… and before he hyperventilated!
Keeping his eyes clamped shut, he breathed deeply, ignoring his surroundings. Once he had finally calmed himself – or as much as one could under the circumstances – he slowly opened his eyes.
Before he had been too panicked about the fact that he was bound again, but now that he actually looked around he noticed that he was in a room; it looked kind of similar to Ellun and Aelin's cabin. That confused him terribly. Where had he been taken? Was he still in the village? And, if so, whose house was he in?
Again, he was left with all these questions, but no answers.
He could hear the scuffle of feet at the door. No escape there, even if he could move. The window… There was no window!
He couldn't tell if it was morning or night either so he had no idea how long he had been unconscious for.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes; then let it out just as heavily, but shakily. He forced his body to still. Panicking again would not help him.
Legolas felt the ropes binding his wrists with his long, slender fingers. He focused entirely on this task, for his trembling fingers did nothing to help; only making things harder. His whole body was being attacked by shivers as he struggled to keep recent memories at bay.
To his utter dismay, he found that the bindings were far too tight for him to undo. Whoever he was dealing with knew what they were doing… a bit too well to be able to bind an elf…
After minutes of trying to loosen it, he was beyond frustrated, panic gripping him tighter and tighter as the minutes ticked by ever-so-slowly.
He started to scream and squirm, still trying to get the rope off.
His screams blocked out all other sounds and he didn't even notice when someone had opened the door, stalking into the room.
They were shaking him forcefully, one hand muffling his cries.
His eyes were wide as he stared at the man whose hand still covered his mouth.
"Keep quiet; before I force you," he snapped, the other hand, that had violently shaken him, tightened its hold on his shoulder for emphasis, awakening him from his daze. He had a big build and brown hair and looked vaguely familiar to Legolas…
"Told you someone should have gagged him," someone whispered near the door.
"Quiet," another hissed.
However, this threat had already made Legolas become silent, for he had no idea what these humans' intentions were or how many there were. He also had the traumatizing images going through his head that he did not wish to live through again in reality.
Oh how much he wished he knew where Estel was! If only he hadn't been so weak!
"Now, the more you struggle and make noise, the less of a chance you have of any movement. Keep that in mind the next time you want to scream or resist," the same man who had awoken him warned.
Legolas merely nodded in response. He didn't know what they were planning and did not wish to push his luck.
"Aye, next time we will not hesitate to use a gag to shut that mouth of yours," the one near the door added again, earning a smack in response from the man beside him.
The one still holding Legolas' shoulder looked back at the two with a look that clearly told the two to be quiet, and that's exactly what they did immediately upon seeing it. It was obvious who was in charge here.
All of a sudden there was another man at the door. He had on thick, warm-looking clothes that were neither tattered nor dirty. He had ebony hair; his black eyes looked wearied, almost crazed, with bags under them, making it seem like the man had been getting next to no sleep.
The elf could not explain it, but he had a very bad feeling about this man, though it seemed as though something tragic had happened to him.
The man looked at the blonde elf, his eyes widening with a look of joy.
Legolas tried to back away, however, he was held in place by the one who would not let go of his shoulder.
Upon seeing the black-haired man enter the room, though, the three men had all straightened up, faced him, and bowed, saying, "Lord Adanel," in greeting. However, the familiar human with brown hair had placed his hand back on Legolas' shoulder when the elf had tried to move again.
The man was too enthralled by the elf before him, and no greeting was returned. He walked over to Legolas and stared at him, turning the golden head for inspection. This, obviously, was not appreciated by the elf, but he could do nothing to stop it as he was.
"So, it's true. He is a beautiful elf, looks a lot like her…" he said, seemingly to himself. "He was sent to me. This year it shall work."
Legolas glared at the leader in loathing. How could someone like him be a leader in the first place? He was mad! And how dare he capture him and then speak in riddles!
For no apparent reason to Legolas, the man started laughing.
"He's perfect!" he exclaimed through his laughter.
The other three men all exchanged looked with each other, ones that were skeptical, as if they weren't sure about the sanity of their leader. This was the lord of the village. This was the one who controlled what went on. He was the one who had made Ellun and Aelin live so fearfully.
And everyone allowed it. No one even tried to stop it.
Even these three just shrugged it off. Legolas had to wonder if the ebony-haired man usually behaved like this…
"There's no way this will fail. I shall finally get them back," Adanel said quietly, almost as if in disbelief.
Legolas looked to his right at the man who had shaken him and gave him a questioning look. He wanted to know what was going on. He thought he had the right to know, for he was obviously involved in this and a lot more than he wanted to be.
The brunette said nothing, however, and truth be told, it was exactly what the blonde had expected.
Is this what Ellun and Aelin had been hiding from him? Did they know what was going to happen?
He sighed heavily. Now he wished he had pried more.
Adanel stood fully, still keeping his eyes on Legolas. "Do not let him escape, and draw no blood. No matter what," he said in a warning tone.
Legolas furrowed his eyebrows in thought. That was a weird command: not to draw blood. Why would he say such a thing?
The three bowed in acknowledgment. Of course they hadn't needed to be told that, for they already knew, but their lord liked this one especially and was being cautious.
With that, the strange human grinned down at Legolas; then turned around and left.
"Wait! Tell me what you are planning!" Legolas shouted, having regained his voice. He hated being in the dark about anything, especially when it involved his well-being.
The village leader turned towards him with a wide grin that sent shivers up and down Legolas' spine. "You shall find out soon enough," he said a bit too happily. Then he went on his way.
"Sometimes I wonder about him…" the same man making the earlier comments said. He seemed to like to voice his opinion, Legolas noticed.
Legolas could definitely see where this statement came from, though. Who wouldn't wonder?
The man beside him just shot him an exasperated look.
"What are you all planning?" the elf tried again.
"Nothing, my friend," the brown-haired man answered before the other two could.
"I am no such thing to you," Legolas spit out.
"And he expects me to tell him with that attitude…" he said mockingly, shaking his head.
The elf growled at the human, glaring all the while. "Then what do you want?"
"Such hostility. We only wish to get to know you better, right?" the man responded, looking back at the other two in the room. They had finally decided to come closer to the elf. It was as if they were afraid Legolas would do something to them despite being bound by the rope.
The blonde noted this information, it could be useful later.
The two nodded at the one in charge.
"I will tell you nothing," Legolas said sternly. If these three thought they were going to get any information from him about anything, they were sadly mistaken.
The brunette just smiled, sitting on his toes in front of the blonde elf, he played twenty-questions, "Why are you so weak? Are you not an elf? You could have easily outrun me. It seemed you were in pain, and even still look it. Are you?"
Truthfully, he was. He had a splitting headache that just refused to lessen and was incredibly uncomfortable from the kneeling position they put him in, especially since his legs were still in bad shape, he needed more time to heal, however, he would not get that option, he feared. He had been trying to hide the pain he was in, but had obviously done a worse job of it than he had thought, or the man was just really observant.
"Nay," the blonde answered, his blue eyes staring at the man in front of him coldly. He would never admit that he was in pain to the likes of them.
Another man appeared at the door and Legolas inwardly groaned, thinking he was just someone else to annoy him. These men were not helpful to him in the least at the moment. No chance of escape had cropped up yet and he didn't think one would anytime soon.
Following the elf's gaze, the three looked towards the door, and looked disappointed.
"Well, duty calls, my friend. We shall have to visit you again later," the one who had awoken him said as if this was an everyday occurrence.
Legolas said nothing as the brunette patted his shoulder and then left, the two close behind him.
The elf let out a heavy sigh of relief once he was sure they had all left and he was truly alone. He hadn't been sure of what to expect; his recent torture was making him overly paranoid and he didn't doubt that, if they had stayed much longer, he might have become panicked again. With his current state of mind it was much better for him to be alone, even though that only reminded him of his situation even more.
Now, he could think of a way to escape, though. He prayed he would find one and that it would be soon.
So, did that help satisfy anyone's curiosity? …even just a little bit? ..:sighs:.. Sorry, prob'ly only caused more questions. XD Just be patient with me, my friends. n.n
Thanks again everyone! n.n
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