Chapter 4: Worried Elven Lord

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A lone figure was on the floor. He lay unmoving, apparently unconscious. This being was an elf, the Prince of Mirkwood. He was on the floor, with his hands tightly bounded in coarse rope.

Blood marred the floors, and outside the night was black, a starless night, with the moon covered with black clouds.

It was a small room in a hut in the woods. That room was small, and it only had one column in the middle, where the Elf had been tied previously, and one window. This window that could give the hope that the Elf needed in this dark time was hiding it, the hope of the stars was hidden beneath the large, black clouds.

All was dark, and it felt empty. There was a chill in the nocturne air that was odd. It was the kind of chill that makes the hairs on your neck stand, and gives you goose bumps.

The elf was alone, alone in this dark room, with no company, and blood running freely down his back.

His mind felt foggy, as if covered with mist. He knew that he was waking up, but why did he have to wake up in this room? It only put his body on fire; his back was severely hurt thanks to Duirellon.

After the last time that he had questioned Legolas, Legolas had denied any information regarding the twins from Rivendell. They had been friends for a long time, and he couldn't betray his friends to this Elf, if that is what he was.

Duirellon had gotten really angry, and he took all his energy, fury, and anger out on Legolas.

Flashback

"Now, will you tell me where the twin sons of Elrond are?" he asked. "Answer me! I .am .asking .you. where. the. sons. of. Elrond .are!" Diurellon said this, punctuating each word with a painful kick or blow.

Legolas knew that now he was really angry. He was red in the face, and his eyes now shone with a malicious glint in them. He knew that giving away any personal information about his friend's whereabouts would possibly lead them to harm's way.

He felt that as they had protected him several times in the past, he should cover them now, and speak nothing of them to this Elf.

He didn't answer, and Duirellon burst out loud "JUST TELL ME!"

Legolas continued being quiet. Why was this elf so interested in the twins anyway? He risked asking it.

"Who are you anyway?" he said as gently as he could, trying not to show the pain that he was feeling, and the fear of being whipped yet once again.

"That is not of your importance, little princeling. Just tell me where the sons from Elrond are?" he said in a sweet yet dangerous voice.

"What do you want with them anyway?" Legolas asked again.

"That is not of your concern, but I think you had the right to know. Of course I want revenge, and when I get my hands on them" then he smiled dangerously, and said the following as if with great anger, through gritted teeth, "I will make sure that they suffer, I will make Elrond suffer and pay him revenge! So where are they?"

"I won't tell you!" Legolas got back his courage to defend his dear friends.

He didn't say anything, but instead he called to Nebegon and Salion. He slowly untied Legolas, and he began twisting around, maybe there was a sly chance of getting free. It only was worse, as Duirellon punch him in the stomach, and it made his already hurting ribs, wounded from the kicking earlier, hurt even more. He had no option but to lay still.

They rose up his arms, and Salion and Nebegon held him. Duirellon tied is hands to the wall in two shackles that looked old, as they were rusted. Then, the shackles had a chain, and the chain was linked to the wall.

Legolas was happy to at least still be touching the ground, and soon it began. Duirellon was more than happy to put him in pain, to make him suffer.

Legolas still was making an effort not to cry out in pain, but it was becoming too much. When he thought that they could no longer hold it, the whippings abruptly stopped. He was amazed that it had finally stopped, but how wrong he was.

Instead of stopping and leaving the poor elf, he made shorter the chain holding Legolas wrist shackles. The poor Elf was lift off the ground, no he had to stand on tiptoes to touch the ground.

Then it began again. This time he had a rougher time, as the shackles were tight in his wrists, and they didn't allow the blood to flow freely through his veins, and being off the ground was straining too much his muscles in his upper chest and arms.

It was like this for several moments, then a small whimper escaped his lips, but he didn't care anymore, he only wanted it to stop, and soon.

"Oh, good elfling, whimper again, pathetic Elf!" Duirellon said.

Legolas tried his best not to but now those little whimpers were turning into screams of agony.

His shouts were hurting his throat, and then he knew no more.

End Flashback

Slowly he was waking up, his arms hurt from the strain of being still hanging from the wall, but at least. His back really hurt now, and he hoped that he would not get any more whippings, at least for a while until his back was a little better.

His throat was raw. He supposed that his shouts plus that fact that he hadn't eaten or drank anything since his capture was some reason. Now, thinking about food, he was really hungry.

They had not giving him water or food since he came here, that being four days ago. He gazed at the window opposite him, and realized that at least he had been unconscious at least for a day, as it had been night the day of his whipping, and now dusk was falling.

He just hoped that someone would get at him quickly, and rescue him. Even maybe Lord Elrond knowing how accident prone he was had already sent a scouting party for him.

But that was hoping too much, as he wasn't expected at least for another day, if his calculations were correct. But he hoped that someone would come to his rescue.

He gazed at the window and saw again. The horizon was marred with beautiful colors, ranging from dark blue, to light blue, to purple, and pink. Oh, how he loved to watch sunsets! And this was no exception.

Then looking more intensely at it, he saw it, he saw Earendil the star, and that was enough to cheer him, and give him a little hope.

Then he heard footsteps. Men footsteps, that only could mean that Salion and Nebegon were coming to check on him.

Morning dawn bright and cheery in Imladris. Elrond was in his study, checking over all the papers he had to sign. It was boring, but he knew that he had to do it. Although there was something distracting him. It was the Mirkwood Prince, the Elf that had stayed in his house so long that he thought of him almost like a son.

By now, word should have reached them of the prince approaching, as it was a day before the week had passed, but he still got none of that. None of the scouting parties or guards had caught glimpse of him.

It was rather strange, as knowing Legolas Elrond knew that he won't be late, on the other hand, he knew Legolas was likely to come earlier than what he said.

He didn't want to bother his sons unnecessarily. Then he heard a knock on the door, and found Glorfindel his friend and councilor.

"Good morning, mellon –nín!" He said.

Elrond replied, although not in a too cheery way. This didn't escaped Glorfindel's attention, so he asked "What worries you, mellon?"

"It's Legolas, he hasn't arrived yet, and by this time we at least should have word that he is coming. You know that he is always eager to arrive."

"Oh, yes, and instantly start plotting along with your sons how to play the best pranks. Do not worry mellon-nín, I am sure that Legolas is all right, he just got delayed."

In fact, it was most probably true, but of course, Legolas was injured, as always. Both Elrond and Glorfindel knew this, but at the moment there was nothing that they could do.

TBC…

Yes, I know that some of you want to know what will happen with the twins. They twins will appear along with Elrond and Estel, and more things will be explained about Duirellon. Once again thanks for all your reviews!

Translations:

Mellon-nín: my friend

Mellon: friend

Response to reviewers:

Invisigoth3: Thanks! I'm glad that you find my story interesting.

Mi Ana I Numen: Thanks! Do not worry, Elrond, the twins and Estel will be here in the story soon!

Hippielover459: Here is an update! Cookie please? I updated!

A. NuEvil: Yes, Salion, Nebegon, and Duirellon are bad, always torturing poor Legolas. The twins will come looking for Legolas soon, and maybe they will land in trouble, with those friends no one can know.

HarryEstel: Yes, even little Estel is in trouble. And about Legolas being rescued, yes, well, maybe... after some time.

Illeanah: Thank you! Did it made your skin crawl? Poor Legolas.

Redleef: Thank you!

Kerowyn Greenleaf: Yes, poor Legolas doesn't deserves it, but, he is always attracting trouble, so what can we do about it?

Pipinheart: Elrond and Glorfindel already are noticing something strange, do not worry.

Slayer3: You could try and see if it works.