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Part 7

Time went by as Legolas and Aragorn lost track of how long they've been there. Aragorn was put to work as soon as the healer deemed him fit. Neither the elf nor human seemed to be able to stay out of trouble and find themselves in front of the king for the punishment they don't deserve.

The two stuck together, not wanting to leave the others side, afraid if they did that the other would be killed. Erdil studied the pair in sheer amazement; he never thought he'd ever see his prince befriend a human ever again, not after Rorin's death.

"Doletir, do you think they'll ever find us?" Aragron asked using their fake names as they worked in the gardens, away from the protection of their cell.

"You ask me this everyday Strider, and my answer will always be the same. They will come we just have to survive until they find us." Legolas whispered back, trying to bring up the boys falling hopes. Emermin appeared in front of the two friends and glared down smiling at them.

"Well if it isn't my two favorite slaves." All they did was continue to work, not even giving the cruel man a slight glance.

"Don't I even get a hello?" no answer came as Aragorn pulled another weed from the flower bed.

"I see neither of you have learned respect in my absence. But don't worry I will fix that, with time." The two young captives remained silent; not allowing themselves to feed into this man's to control them.

A short chubby man ran up to Emermin, his breath labored from the lack of exercise.

"Mr. Emermin, sir?" The tall mans attention was averted to the short man behind him.

"What is it?"

"King Patruus wishes your presence and he requested that you bring the slaves called Doletir and Strider with you." Emermin nodded and singled for the man to leave.

"It seemed your worthless souls are requested." He snared as he made the two stand and walk to the throne room. Legolas and Aragorn were forced to their knees, an action that has become very familiar to them.

"Emermin, my friend." The king started with a greeting.

"Tonight three very important guests will arrive. I am asking you to join us at tonight's feast."

"I am honored my king." The slave trader spoke in surprise.

"Also I would like to use your slave to serve the dinner." He said referring to the elf and man in front of him.

"Of course my lord, they are yours to command." He replied as Legolas' shackled wrist clenched, as his normal soft blue eyes turned to a burning red. But he kept his head down and his mouth shut. A punishment now wouldn't help either him or Aragorn.

"Wonderful prepare them for tonight." Emermin nodded to the king as he led the two friends out.

Later that night the three guests arrived. They sat down to eat as Legolas and Aragorn served the five men unwillingly. It was extremely difficult for then to serve the food and drinks as their hands and feet remained cuffed.

"Do you like my latest prize Rolin?" asked Patruus referring to Legolas as he made his first appearance with the water, and began to fill everyone's glass.

"A wood elf! I am very impressed Patruus, them kind are not easy to catch." The seventy six year old man said with approval.

"Who is your hunter?"

"This man sitting beside you, Emermin Arkello the best slave trader there is." The king said as he placed a hand on his friends shoulder.

"This elf does seem familiar though." Rolin stated to his 41 year old son Rotin. Legolas got to the last chair but no one occupied it, he looked questionably over at the king.

"My son will be back in a moment elf, fill his glass and be gone." Rotin snared as Legolas did as he was told and left. Soon after a seventeen year old brown haired, blue eyed boy entered the room.

"Did I miss anything?" The young boy asked with amazing energy.

"No my son; nothing important."

"Are you sure?" The men laughed at the boys thirst to know everything that goes on.

"I am very sure, Roman." Just then Aragorn came out with the tray of food. Serving the king first and then the rest.

"My Patruus, a human boy, as a slave?"

"He is a friend of the elf you saw earlier. If he chooses to be on their side then he will pay the consequences." Rolin and Rotin nodded in agreement as Roman listened in confusion.

"Strider!" Patruus called as Aragorn looked over.

"Have Doletir bring out the wine." Aragorn did as he was told, as he went to inform his friend. They both came back in together, Legolas carrying the red wine. He poured some for each of the men until he got to Roman. When he saw the boy he froze straight in his tracks. Rotin watched the elf as he stared at his son. Becoming angry he purposely tipped over his glass of wine.

This brought Legolas out of his trance as his eyes averted towards the source of the crash.

"Clean it up elf." Demanded Rotin

"Clean it yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"I said clean it yourself." Outraged the king stood and hit Legolas so hard that he fell, the rest of the wine crashing to the floor.

"Clean it up." The young prince struggled to get up as the shackles on his legs confined him. Rolin watched him as the elf finally managed to get up and started to clean the glass off the floor.

"I know this elf." Rolin spoke suddenly.

"He is the elf who killed my brother. He is Legolas son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood." He spoke with hatred in his voice.

"I did not kill Rorin, your father did that himself." He said looking the old man straight in the eye.

"You may have not shot the arrow, but you are the reason he's dead." Years of anger and hatred burned inside Rolin's eyes.

"ENOUGH! It is a good thing I have you behind locked door." The king snared bending down near the defenseless elf.

"Not only are you a liar, young prince, but you are also a murder." Tears were now streaming down Legolas' face, memories of the past now flooding back full force.

"I didn't kill him, he was my friend and he saved me. He died for me as I would have for him."

"But he did, you didn't. You will pay for your crime. I am going to whip you until your blood runs dry and you beg for death." Patruus snared as Emermin pulled him up by his pointed ear.

"Leave him alone! Do you not see that he is innocent, he has suffered the loss of Rorin just as you have." Yelled Aragorn trying to protect his friend

"You do not know how much I suffered. I was hiding in a bush that night, I saw my brother die."

"And your brother died in the arms of his best friend, Legolas of Mirkwood."

"Shut up you stupid boy. You will also be punished for your mouth." With that both Legolas and Aragorn were taken away.

Roman who had watched the whole display in horror, now sat in silence. He felt sorry for the elf and man, though he knew he shouldn't or his father and grandfather would be very angry.