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Slowly rising from his place on the floor, Legolas stood up and crossed to the door. Legolas looked at the empty room, nothing more than despair and memories filled this place. When he left Ruscion's bedroom, he quickly shut the door as if he wanted to keep the memories locked up in there forever. Now the tears that had once been pent up streamed down his face. He reached up hurriedly with a long fingered hand and brushed them aside. It does me no good to cry. I just need to get over it.
Taking in a shaky breath he walked off towards the gardens, leaving memories of his son in that room to be forgotten.
"I 'ope you 'aven't forgotten your special punishment 'ave you?" bellowed a massive, bearded man to Ruscion's deathly pale face. Ruscion paled even more if that was possible, turning a light gray-green. Valar! Father! Please help me! Please…Ruscion started to faint, slumping against the iron bonds that held him in place against the damp stone wall. Slap! Ruscion's head snapped to the side and banged into the stone wall brutally waking him up.
" Come now, you dina think you could miss this treat did you?" laughed the man who had hit him. He undid the chains that held Ruscion, and threw him at the mocking crowd of putrid men that had clamored around the large fire pit, trying to get a good place to watch the fun. Somebody grabbed a chunk of flaxen hair and shook him violently as if Ruscion was no longer an elf, but a rag-doll. The elf's vision swam and blurred in and out of focus.
"Now, on your knees, wretch!" Throwing Ruscion to the dirt floor in front of the fire pit, the crimson flames licked at his face all too eagerly. The broad shouldered captain grabbed his hair again and dragged his gaunt face close to the inferno.
"No! Please don't! Stop!" Ruscion cried trying to squirm out of the sturdy grip of the captain, only a bark of cold laugher answered his pleas.
"You like the fire, maggot-boy? " Growled the captain, letting the fire just graze Ruscion's slender jaw. The elf yelped and jerked back to roars of harsh laughter. A thin burn appeared, turning crimson, curving up from his jaw to meet his chapped lips.
"Ha! The fire likes you, don't it, boy?" the captain asked, running a gloved finger over the burn. Ruscion gasped and recoiled on the soiled floor, wishing that he would be forgotten or swallowed up by the earth under him.
Seizing a short thin piece of scorching iron out of the flames, the burly captain shoved it at the elf's face. The elf just shuddered and pressed his head further down to avoid the heat. But the man had other plans, he grabbed the scruff of Ruscion's neck and pulled him up on his feet as if he weighed nothing. Forcing Ruscion to look up at him, he held him, Ruscion's feet barley skimming the ground.
While the elf struggled to breathe, the man asked, venom dripped from his every words" Was what you did to Thorin wrong?"
"Yes." Ruscion gasped out more frightened now that when the man had yelled at him.
The captain nodded mocking him. "Yes, Do you know what we do to punish little worms like yourself?" when he received no reply, the captain bellowed, "We put their eyes out!" before Ruscion was able to cry out protest, the captain jabbed the iron pole into his ebony eyes. He cried as pain exploded in Ruscion's eyes and his vision left him.
"Now Legolas, I will not be argued with. You are not going on an orc killing fest with the border patrol. You'll get yourself killed!" A disgruntled Thraduil pinched the bridge of his Roman nose. He had been arguing with Legolas for a good hour. The once long candle sticks now burned low casting off a faint flickering light against the lavishly decorated library, showing grand tapestries depicting great battles. Towering bookcases filled with both old tomes and new philosophies lined the grand room and gave off an air of knowledge and superiority.
Just goes to show how much a king's word is worth, 'not be argued with' right. Legolas thought." I will not be killed, and I can't stay here doing nothing while good elves are being killed!" Legolas's sapphire eyes flashed with mingled anger and exasperation.
"No, no I will not let yourself get killed just because you feel like you have nothing to lose!" As soon as the king shouted these words he wished he could take them back. Legolas looked as though he had been hit, his father had mercifully avoided talking about his son and wife, but he knew that he was right. He wanted to die.
"My son, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't hav-"
"No you're right."
"Listen, I will send you away. Perhaps you could go as my proxy to a council in Rivendell, you would leave the day after tomorrow." The king hoped he would say yes, and get his mind off of things…
Legolas bowed stiffly, complied with his father's wishes, and left the room.
Valor, he can be such a hand full sometimes, thought Thranduil
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