Chapter 7: Finally Found!
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Author's notes: Once again thanks to all my reviewers. I hope that you will enjoy the chapter, and please excuse any spelling mistakes.
Duirellon knew that someone would probably find that Legolas was missing, so he put his plan into motion.
"Nebegon! Salion! Come here!"
The two humans came hurrying form the other room and Duirellon told them to prepare the horses.
He untied Legolas from the column, but he tied the Elf's wrists together again behind his back, and made him stand up.
"Come on Prince, we have a little surprise for your friends" he told Legolas. His voice wasn't at all gentle, no; it was full of rage and hate, nothing like that had he utter in the presence of Legolas before.
He grabbed him and yanked him outside, Legolas having trouble keeping up with his pace.
"Master, the horses are ready" Salion said.
"Take him in your horse" was the only thing that Duirellon said.
"Yes Master"
Duirellon mounted his horse. It was a fiery black stallion that had really black eyes, eyes that could very well match those of his master. In fact, both horse and master had a lot in common apart from the eyes. Like the color of the horse could very well reflect Duirellon's heart, full of hatred and...Fear?
He sped his horse at full canter, while Nebegon and Salion rode on behind him, the latter carrying Legolas across his horse's back, like a sack.
They rode on for a good time, time that Legolas was an eternity, as the horse's pace made his body jostle, and his wounds were throbbing.
Legolas felt relieved when the horses stopped moving. They had come into one of the many roads of the forest that led to Rivendell. Duirellon ordered Salion to drop the prince, and so Salion did.
Of course, he wasn't gentle. He went to the place where Duirellon had told him, and there he threw the Prince off his horse.
Legolas could only gasp when he hit the ground. It happened suddenly, and so the fall caught him by surprise. His hands were still bounded, but not his feet. Nevertheless, he was unable to stop the fall and the air was knocked momentarily out of his lungs.
He just watched as Duirellon, Salion and Nebegon marched out and left him behind. He just hoped that nothing would befall his friends.
"Come on 'Ro, Rochmith is leading us this way!" Elladan urged his twin not to stay behind.
"Coming 'Dan!" Elrohir said while Elladan stopped and waited for his twin to catch up with him.
"What is wrong 'Ro?" Elladan asked.
"Something is following us" Elrohir said, then he added "But it doesn't seem like an orc or other fell creature"
"Maybe it is something else. Come, Rochmith is already urging us to go"
And indeed it was true, Rochmith, had also stopped, and had turned to look at the twins with imploring eyes, hurrying them to return to his master.
The twins then charge forward intend on finding their Prince.
After a few hours, it was obvious that the horses needed rest. Sweat was visible on their not so long ago shining coats.
Altough Rochmith's pace now was clearly faltering, the stallion kept going.
"Rochmith! Come here!" Elladan called to the stallion.
Rochmith turned back, and went to where the twins were. He didn't want to be delayed, as his master was in dire need of him, but he was also really tired.
He nudged Elladan on the elbow, as if asking what was wrong. "Look, Rochmith, our horses need rest, as well as you. You hardly had any rest in Rivendell, and your pace is faltering. You are exhausted" At this last two sentences, Rochmith only snorted in protest.
"Yes, let us rest a little" Elrohir added. Rochmith, seeing that now that the twins had decided, had no option but to obey their orders.
The twins dismounted, and led the horses to a nearby stream, and then they let them graze, while they sat in the shadow of a tree.
"'Dan, do you really think that Legolas is in really all that trouble?"
"I do not know 'Ro. I do not know".
At least two hours passed before they could set out again. The twins' horses didn't need as much rest, but Rochmith was another story.
All the time they were there Rochmith had lain down and rest, although still a little worried over his master. Also he had almost fallen asleep. But no matter how tired he was, he needed to keep going on.
The twins continued following Rochmith, though they now were moving slower, as not to make too much noise or attract attention, as it was obvious that they were being followed by someone.
The twins were fully alert; relying on all their senses, not knowing what was before them on the path.
They continued like this, until at last, Rochmith gave a whiny.
Both twins looked ahead, and on the road they saw a body, or at least it appeared to be.
They dismounted, and moved closer, being careful, as maybe it was a trap.
Rochmith urged them on with his head pushing the twins forward.
"Rochmith, stay here" Elladan whispered. Rochmith obeyed, knowing what all this was about.
There, in front of them, lay and Elf. They could tell because of the pointy ear, and the long golden hair. They could not see his face, as this Elf was giving his back to them.
His back was bleeding, and there were several lashes and whip marks visible on the pale skin visible under the remnants of the tattered shirt. His hands were also bound behind his back, and the wrists were bleeding where the coarse rope cut into the skin.
The color of the clothing, although dirty, the twins could tell was green. The hair, the clothes, the size of the elf. This all could match the description of their friend.
It was..."Legolas!" both twins shouted, falling into the trap.
TBC…
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