A/N: Hey all I'm back! I want to thank all the great people who have stuck by me these last four years waiting, praying, and threatening for another chapter. And back by popular demand here it is. I hope it was worth the wait. And yes I know my grammer and spelling are still atrocious, but please try to excuse these the best you can. Thanks you all for continuing to support me and offer your wonderful feedback. I even had someone make a comment a few days ago even though I haven't added anything new to this story in forever. How can I feel anymore appreciated then knowing you guys still love this story. I hope this next chapter lives up to expectations and I will try my best to start working on the next one soon.
Chapter Seven: Gifts From The Valor
Estel's eyes snapped open upon hearing a voice that had long been imprinted on his nightmares. It only took a few seconds of mind-panicked fear before Estel felt something sharp poking into his vulnerable neck flesh.
The young boy's breathe hitched, fearful to breathe lest the elf guard's knife scrape against his sensitive skin.
Estel gripped the sheets beneath him in tightened fists as he waited in dreaded expectation for the sharpened dagger to find its way unerringly acrossed his neck. The boy could already feel the burning fire upon his neck and smell the iron tinged blood welling up against his skin as though waiting to be freed from its vascular prison.
The slave boy, while waiting for his ultimate death, couldn't help but think how sad it would be to ruin such fine bed sheets with his lifeblood staining the beautiful cloths.
Estel closed his eyes feeling like a sheep to the slaughter, but refused for his last imagine in life to be that of the elf who had caused him so many torments and hardships. Rather the child imagined the smiling faces of his new friends Elladan, Elrohir, and even Lord Elrond. And of course prince Legolas, whom while he had known the elf prince all his life had never been considered a friend until recently. How he would miss them all. But far better he should die than for Firithgalad to take his vengeance out upon the people Estel most valued.
Nana had already suffered for trying to protect him. Estel didn't even know if she was still alive. Either way her blood was an open wound upon his soul, a reminder of how he was a plague upon all those he cared for. Like the parents whom he had barely known before causing their untimely death. It may have been orcs who bore the weapons, but it had been because of Estel they had died. The young boy considered himself solely responsible for his parents deaths and it had haunted his aching soul ever since.
As Estel wallowed in his own misery he felt the knife jab slightly deeper into his throat. The slave boy could feel a single drop of blood traveled leisurely down his neck. The boy whimpered at the unexpected pain having to clamp down on the instinct to jerk his neck in reaction. The dagger made no further move as though just a coming attraction of things to come.
Estel could feel panic rising like a wave in his chest stealing his breath while speeding up his heart. Sweat mingled with blood making Estel feel nauseous. He was afraid. No matter how many times he begged for death he was afraid to die. He had not lived a good life. All his life he had been told how bad and useless he was. Surely the valar would have no use for one such as him. What would become of his soul? Mandos would never welcome him into the great lords hall. The boy could not prevent a single tear from leaking down his cheek.
Firithgalad prodded the useless slave with his dagger, pleased to hear a small whimper of terror, some response from the boy. The elf guard couldn't help, but be annoyed at the boy's uncommon behavior. Other than the brief moment of terror that had come acrossed the boy's face upon waking to discover Firithgald standing over him, the slave had gone as tense as stone. No screaming. No crying. Not even shaking. After the child closed his eyes he could have been all, but invisible for the notice he was given. How dare this slave insult him so. The child would vex him till it's last worthless breathe. The sheer gaul, the very arrogance of it almost sent the elf guard into a rage. He jerked his dagger roughly into the boys skin eliciting that sweet sound of terror. No the boy was not as oblivious as he pretended. Firithgald took a few calming breaths as an ugly sneer of satisfaction distorted an otherwise beautiful face. He must not let his anger control him. It was only ruin the pleasure of having this useless slave at his mercy. It has been too long since he had last heard this boys sweet cries of pain, tasted the delicious ambrosia of his terror.
Alas if only he could take the child to do with as he would. If it had been any other slave his gratification would have been succored by now. But no this sneaky sniveling piece of mortal flesh had gained himself powerful allies in the prince, Lord Elrond, and his two bothersome sons. The elf guard dared not kill the boy, yet. Not while the boy's well being was so closely connected to him. No he had another purpose for this impromptu meeting. The boy's punishment would have to wait another day, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little bit of fun first.
Firithgalad watched with gloating success as a single tear tracked its way down the boy's cheek, glistening in the candle light like a fallen star escaped from the sky. The elf guard couldn't resist collecting the escaping raindrop upon his finger and tasting the salty sweetness of the boy's despair. The boy flinched at the intimate contact bringing another burst of satisfaction to the elf guard's face. The boy's shocked shell was starting to crumble.
"Open your eyes slave and face your fate. Not only worthless, but it seems you are a coward as well." Firithgalad emphasized with another prod of the dagger. He watched in awed fascination as another drop of blood dripped down the boy's skin. Perhaps when the time came he would bleed the boy dry drop by drop.
He let his gaze travel upward and was pleased to find two terror filled eyes staring silently back at him. The pupils were large and dilated so that the green irises were hardly visible. The absolute anguish in those eyes pleased Firithgalad beyond measure.
"What boy no pleas for your life? No begging for mercy? You haven't even tried to scream for help yet. I am beginning to think you have come to like our little game." Firithgalad taunted.
"Would it make any difference?" Estel whispered hoarsely as emotion clogged his throat. "Will any amount of pleading stay your hand? Will begging spare my life? It never has before."
"Ah but there is a first time for everything. Perhaps I am feeling beneficent today." Firithgalad responded wickedly taking obvious pleasure in the boy's anxiety.
Estel eyed Firithgalad speculative his tongue rebelling against saying such demeaning words. Was Firithgalad right? Had he no courage at all that he would cry like a babe rather than face death stoically as his father had done.
He loathed giving Firithgalad the satisfaction of debasing himself. But he did not want to die. Why did it matter anyway? He had no pride left. He had already debased himself beyond measure. And his ever present optimism demanded he at least try.
"Please don't kill me." Estel uttered mournfully. Another piece of his spirit to be cracked away.
Firithgalad laughed in triumph letting the knife graze the boy's neck further in his excitement.
Air hissed through Estel's teeth at the unexpected sting. He wouldn't have much skin left on his neck if this went on much longer.
"Since you begged so sweetly I will spare your life…for now." Firithgalad taunted with a gleefully sinister look on his face.
Estel wore an expression of disbelief slowly replaced by a glimmer of hope.
Was the slave really so dense. Did he think it would be so easy. Firthgalad scoffed at this foolishness. The elf guard looked foreword to crushing the slave's optimism. To finally put the boy in his place.
"No I won't kill you for the moment. I have much bigger fish to fry. Elrond and his meddling sons need to be dealt with. They're trying to cause trouble for me and I can't have that." Firithgalad fingered his dagger meaningful as he spoke.
"No." Estel cried out.
Firthgalad's gleeful expression was replaced with a much darker look as he gripped Estel's neck tightly with his free hand.
The slave boy grabbed weakly onto the elf guards arm trying to futily dislodge his grip.
"Hush boy. You wouldn't want to draw someone's attention would you. Or perhaps it will be those meddlesome twins. I should very much like to teach them the error of their ways." Firithgalad cackled as he removed his hand and began sharpening his dagger on the bed jam. "Go ahead boy scream for help. Bring your brave heros to their doom.
Estel shook his head frantically as tears poured unchecked down his cheeks. He held his lips resolutely closed refusing to let even a hint of temptation weaken his resolve. Better he should die a slow and agonizing death than to lead his friends to a similar fate.
"How very noble you are Esteless. You don't want me to hurt your friends. I wonder how close mouthed you'd be if I offered a bit more incentive."
The elf guard grabbed Estel's good hand and made a slow deep cut across the palm of his hand. Blood began to bubble up from the slowly widening wound and drip in rivulets down the small boy's arm straining clothes and sheets alike.
The child gasped once at the unexpected pain and then bit his lip resolutely against crying out. He tried to pull his hand away, but the elf guard held on doggedly watching the rising blood with sickening fascination.
How easy it would be to scream for help. He could save himself further torment. Firithgalad would either be distracted by the arrival of his wound-be rescuers or would kill him quickly without continued torture.
Yet Estel dared not risk his friends. It would surely destroy what little spirit her had left should they be harmed on his account.
"Valar give me strength." Estel whispered under his breath. He was in for a long agonizing length of hours if the maniacal glint in Firithgalad's eyes were any indication.
"The Valar has no use for one such as you slave. You are less than an ant squished beneath his heel. No little Esteless you are all alone. No one to help you, no one to care. Do you think lord Elrond or his sons will give you even a passing thought once you are dead? You're merely a passing amusement to them.. Like a monkey in the circus they only wait for you to jump around for their entertainment. Prince Legolas has already lost interest in you. Haven't you wondered why he has not come to see you in all this time?
Estel shook his head frantically in denial. It wasn't true…it couldn't be true. They had said they were his friends. They wouldn't get tired of him so easily. Yet the young boy could not help feeling a grain of doubt that rubbed his already sensitive self-esteem. He already questioned the likelihood that an elf, and elf lords no less, could find anything in him worthy of friendship.
"What do you want of me?" Estel whispered in despair. The boy did not know how much more taunting he could take. He felt as though he was holding on to his sanity by the barest of threads as it was.
"Now that my little slave is what I've been waiting for you to ask." Firithgalad patted the boy's head as though he was a dog who had performed a new trick.
Estel jerked his head away causing the elf guard to break out into a string of laughter at the boy's continued persistence. Then in a move faster than the human eye could follow Firithgalad grabbed the boy's throat and applied just enough pressure to prevent only the barest of air to pass through the boy's windpipe.
Estel's eyes bulged out in fear and oxygen deprivation as he struggled weakly against the occlusive hold. Firithgalad looked truly mad in that moment as he brandished his dagger about in a threatening manner while he watched with avid interest as the boy struggled futily in his hold. Only a little tighter and one of his biggest problems would be dealt with. The temptation was almost staggering. But no! The sweetest reward came with patience. The boy would be his soon enough to do with as he wished. He must not become impatient or he would risk losing everything. No blame must fall on him. The boy had too many allies and his wounds were too fresh. If he killed the boy now the prince and rivendell minons might fall through his fingers. No they must all pay for the injustice he had suffered. His time would come and the boy would suffer all the more when he brought his friends to their deaths.
"You ask me what I want slave? What don't I want? I want to watch the life fade from your eyes as you breath your last breathe. I want to here you scream for mercy as I hold your life in the palm of my hands. I want to hear you call me master when you realize how insignificant you are. But for now I'll take your silence." Firithgalad paused dramatically. "You will tell no one what happened out in the forest. If anyone should ask you will tell them you tried to runaway that I was trying to stop you."
"And how am I to explain the arrow wounds?" Estel asked bitterly, realizing how very powerless he was.
"Why my dear human." Firithgalad smiled vilely as he patted the child's resisting cheek a bit harder than necessary leaving a red sting to the skin. "It is perfectly within my rights to bring down an unruly slave bent on escape. I was only doing my duty. Shooting you in the extremities was an act of beneficence on my part. After all I could have shot you straight through the heart had I chosen."
"Of course." Estel whispered as he turned his head away in disgust.
"It would not be out of the question if you wished to thank me for my mercy" Firithgalad replied with an evil glint in his eyes as he eyed the boy speculatively.
Thankyou. Thankyou for chasing me through the forest like an animal? You are a monster." Estel yelled in frustration. The stress was beginning to wear on him and he felt the limits of his tolerance starting to wear very thin.
Ah. Now Estel I would be careful how much you insult me." Firithgalad responded chidingly as he tapped the sharp end of his dagger against the boy's cheek. "You wouldn't want me to kill you now. If you force me to kill you now I'll have to kill all your friends as well. Is that what you want little Esteless. Shall I kill prince Legolas first? A trip down the stairs? Or perhaps I should start with those meddlesome twin trouble makers. I could make it look like an accident. Orcs coming upon them unawares. Such a tragedy." Firithgalad shook his head in mock sympathy enjoying the play of emotions streaming across the boy's face.
"No….NO." Estel shook his head in fearful denial. "Please no. I'll do what you say. Just leave me friends out of this, please. I will tell everyone it was my fault, that I was trying to runaway. I've tried so often that no one will believe any differently. Please I beg you none of my friends have to be hurt." The young slave entreated frantically.
"Now see Esteless that is a much more accommodating attitude. I'm glad we had this little chat u and I. It was very entertaining. The elf guard jerked his head up as though hearing something. "Ah it seems you are about to have some company. The great healing of Rivendell if my ears are not mistaken."
The elf guard slowly starting backing towards the balcony looking menacingly at the terrified young slave. "I trust you will remember what we've talked about slave. Should your lips get too loose I fear all the unfortunate accidents that could start happening around here. I imagine it would be best for everyone around if they just forgot all about u, if you know what I mean." On that note Firithgalad dropped gracefully and quietly from the balcony nary making a sound.
Estel lay trembling with fear as he finally started to hear the approaching footsteps. The young boy pulled the sheets up to his chin and curled up on his side, praying Firithgalad was mistaken and the footsteps would pass him by. The boy did not think he could bear anymore company at the moment, friendly or otherwise.
It seemed the dark twists of fate were not to be denied though as the doorknob started to turn admitting a regally attired elf lord carrying a tray of food.
"Ah Estel you are awake." The elf lord smiled as he met the wide eyes of his young patient.
The elf lords smile quickly went down hill as he took in the boys shaking huddled form upon the bed.
Lord Elrond quickly set down the food tray he was carrying on the night stand and walked towards the trembling boy. "Has your fever come back?" The elf lord asked worriedly.
Before the boy could even work up the gumption to respond the elf lord had already placed his hand upon the boys head and was checking his pulse.
"You don't feel hot, but your heart is pounding out of your chest." The elf lord said, his brow crinkled in confusion and concern.
"I'm okay I just had a nightmare." The boy whispered as he pulled his cut hand out of the elf lords grasp attempting to hide it beneath the cover.
But Elrond was not to be so easily deterred as his sharp eyes saw the slowly oozing cut on the boy's palm. The metallic scent of iron permeated the air and the elf lord using elven quickness grabbed the boy's quickly retreating wrist for further examination.
The boy couldn't prevent a gasp of surprise and no little fear from escaping as his already fraying nerves were unraveled further. Estel tried to pull away from the elf lords inspection, but Elrond's grip was firm and sure as he kept the boys hand in place before his inquiring gaze.
"I cut it." The boy said weakly in the awkwardly growing silence.
"Indeed," the elf lord responded." Looking suspiciously around the room for any sharp objection. "On What may I inquire? This looks exactly like a knife wound."
"On…..On the bedpost." Estel blurted out looking frantically around for some excuse for his injury.
The elf lord finally released the boy's arm. Estel gratefully tucked it under the sheets as the elf lord started to gaze intently at the bed post in question. The elf lords keen eyes took in the faint scratches on the wood that could only have come from a dagger point.
"Strange. This bed post doesn't seem sharp at all and there is no blood. Normally when one cuts themselves on something you would expect there to be some blood on the object in question."
Estel said nothing curling up fearfully on the bed. How could he possibly refute such logic? He dared not tell the elf lord the truth. He believed with all his heart that Firithgalad would harm his new friends should he tell them the truth and nothing was worth that.
"I shall be back in a moment. Elrond replied. "I need to get some dressing supplies for that hand injury lest it become infected. I shall ask Elladan to sit with you until my return. I do not want to risk you becoming further injured."
"Ye….yes master Elrond." The boy responded solemnly dropping his eyes in shame. The elf lord no longer trusted him. The healer was no doubt seeing the worthlessness in him that everyone else did. It hurt the boy to be forced to lie to the elf healer, to destroy the slim trust the elf lord had once had in him, but perhaps it was better this way. Firithgalad had hinted in no small part that Estel had best lose his new friends and quickly if he wished for their continued well being.
The boy gasped in surprise as the elf lord gently lifted his chin. Instead of the disgust and disapproval the boy had been expecting the elf lords eyes showed only understanding and compassion. "It is not you I do not trust Estel. Elrond's knowing gaze took in the small cut marks covering the boy's neck as well as the fading redness of his cheek. "And I am not your master. You may call me Elrond or lord Elrond if you must, but please never call me master."
"I only wish for your safety Estel." The elf lord continued as he rubbed the boy's head affectionately. I will be back in but a few moments.
The elf lord closed the door softly, knocking on the door next to Estel's. The elf lord was glad he had the foresight to place Elladans room right by the boy's though it seemed that it had been a futile effort in this case.
The elf lord fumed clenching his hands in anger as his mind returned to that first terrified picture of the boy as he had entered the room. He knew without a doubt that Firithgalad had surly paid the boy an unexpected and unwanted visit. The normally calm elf lord was tempted to slam his hand into the wall. How had Firithgalad gotten into the boy's room undetected? And most disturbingly why hadn't he killed the boy or at least attempted to?
None of the boy's injuries were even remotely life threatening. The elf lord was truly grateful the boy had not sustained greater injury, but still very confused at the elf guards intentions. The elf guard had made no qualms about killing the boy so what had stayed his hand now? It was almost as though Firithgalad had only come to torment the boy.
Elrond seethed at the elf guard tormenting an innocent child in such a way. Hadn't the boy already been through more than enough at the hands of this guard? The ruler of Rivendell silently promised himself the boy would not be harmed again. The child would be guarded 24 hours a day, with someone in the room at all times.
The elf lord knocked on his son's door waiting patiently for his son to answer. "Hello ada." A voice responded behind him.
Elrond turned with a start, surprised his two sons had been able to sneak up on him without the elf lord's keen ears catching their arrival. He could only attribute his lack of attention to the extreme worry he was feeling.
"Is something wrong ada?" Elrohir asked in concern mirroring his fathers thoughts. "It is almost impossible for us to catch you unawares and we weren't even trying this time."
"My sons I have something of grave importance to speak to you about?" The elf lord replied.
Both his sons eyed him attentively waiting for their father to impart his concerns.
"I just went in to check on estel."
"What's wrong with Estel father? Has his wounds become infected. Will he be alright." Elladan interrupted frantically. Elrond and his children had quickly become attached to the young mortal and were loath to think something had befallen him.
"Estel is as well as can be expected." The elf lord replied reassuring. "But I fear he has received an unexpected visitor in our absence."
"Firithgalad." Elladan growled his fists clenching in anger. "Just let me get my daggers and I will show that elf what we do with uninvited visitors.
"Did he hurt Estel?" Elrohir asked glancing fearfully at the boy's door.
"Only a few minor cuts. My biggest worry is Estel's mental state. The boy had already been through a traumatic ordeal and I fear the elf guards visit has only made it worst. And I fear we have no proof the elf guard was even there. Thus I have nothing to bring before the king."
"It's my fault ada. I should never have left." Elladan guiltily replied. "I only went to the kitchens for some breakfast. The boy was sleeping and I never imagined anyone would dare disturb him; especially Firithgalad. If anyone is to blame it is me. How shall Estel ever forgive me?"
"I do not blame you Elladan, either of you." Elrond responded looking at both his sons. The elf lord placed his arm comfortingly on his eldest's shoulder. "Even I did not expect Firithgalad would have the gall to disturb the boy any further. I fear this elf guard is more directed than I had initially believed. We must be much more wary in the future to ensure young Estel's safety. I do not want Firithgalad near the boy again. We will have someone watch the boy at all times from now on."
"Yes Ada." The twins replied solemnly.
"We will not fail him again." Elladan added.
"May we see him father?" Elrohir asked. "I would feel better knowing he was safe with my own eyes."
Elrond smiled. "That is actually why I had come looking for you. I needed to go get some bandages. It seems Estel has sustained a cut to his hand and I wanted to get some healing supplies to tend to him. I was loath to leave the boy alone even for a few minutes.
"We shall see to his safety until your return." Elladan answered promptly.
"Thankyou my sons. Before I go I must warn you when I questioned Estel about his new injury he claimed he had cut himself. I could see it for the obvious lie it was, but I fear Firithgalad has compelled him to lie. He is afraid and he needs our trust and understanding now more than ever."
"He is like a little brother, ada. We will see that he feels loved and well protected." Elladan promised as the two rivendell twins walked purposefully towards Estel's room.
Elrond smiled in satisfaction as he saw the protective way his sons had taken the young lonely boy into their family. He would have to tell them the boys identity soon.
As Elrond walked towards the healing wings he realized with a surprising start that while his sons now called the boy brother, Elrond was already starting to see Estel as a son as well.
Elladan knocked hesitantly on the door. It was so quiet inside that the Rivendell prince was instantly worried. Was Estel okay? Surely no further evil had befallen him in so short a time.
"Estel, may we come in?" Elrohir called politely.
Silence followed before a quiet "Yes." Came from behind the door. A hiccup followed this announcement as well as some hastily heard sniffles.
Elladan looked worriedly as his brother. Estel had been crying.
When the twins entered the room they could see estel turned away from the door curled up tightly in the middle of the bed. The child's shoulders shuddered with silently suppressed tears.
Rather than bothering further with words Elladan sat on the bed scooping the boy up gently into his lap, avoiding disturbing any of the boys injuries.
The boy initially tensed in Elladan's arms before accepting the comfort being offered. He buried his face in the Eldest twins shoulder and cried mournfully as though there were not enough tears in the world to express his grief.
Elrohir sat beside his brother rubbing soothing circles upon the boy's back as he wept his heart out.
"All will be way tithen pen. (little one)" Elladan whispered. "Do not be afraid. We will protect you from your demons."
Elladan's words seemed to make young Estel cry even harder. Elladan looked at his brother helpless unsure how to ease the young boys suffering.
Elrohir started to sing a sweet elvish lullaby he remembered from when he was an elfling.
Elladan soon joined in as his own memories returned to being rocked in his mothers arms while she sang this sweet refrain. Their voices created a beautiful harmony that filled the room with light and hope.
Estel's tears soon started to slow as the gentle melody lured the small boy into a peaceful and exhausted quiet. The boy could not yet bring himself to sleep, but rather wanted to cherish these last moments of comfort, peace , and safety he felt with his new friends before he was forced to turn them away.
The lullaby ended on a sweet note leaving a pleasant and restful silence in its wake. The three people in the room did not bother to break the silence with awkward words when the silence was so filling at this moment.
The silence was inevitable broken as Elladan whispered. "I am so sorry. Please forgive me for failing you."
Estel pushed up for the eldest Rivendell prince's chest and looked at him in confusion. What could Elladan be talking about? What did the prince have to apologize for, much less why would he be apologizing to a slave. It simply was unheard of. Slaves were always at fault if there was any fault to be had, not the other way around. Perhaps Elladan had been speaking to his brother.
Estel waited for Elrohir to respond, but the room remained filled with a baited silence. Estel turned to Elrohir expectantly. Why had he not offered his brother forgiveness? What had Elladan done to wrong his brother so?
"I also apologize. We never wished you to be hurt Estel. I promise you we will guard you with our lives. You shall not be hurt again."
They were talking to him? Estel's brows were furrowed in confusion. "Please do not apologize. I am just a slave…."
"Nay," Elladan interrupted vehemently. "You are no slave, you are our brother. Perhaps not in blood, but in heart there is no brother truer than you. Don't disparage yourself again."
Estel cringed away from the eldest twins angry rant trying to scrunch in on himself as though seeking to make a smaller target.
Elrohir gave his brother a chastising look as he took the frightened boy into his arms.
"You are frightening him Dan. You come to apologize and leave the boy thinking you are angry with him."
Elladan lowered his eyes in shame. "It seems I must apologize again young Estel. It was not my intention to frighten you. I have let me emotions get away with me. It saddens me to see you debase yourself so. Please forgive my hasty words Estel."
Estel sat awkwardly in Elrohir's arms uncertain what to say. He had been apologized to three times in the last 10 minutes, which also happened to be the first three times he had ever been apologized to in his life. The young slave did not know what to do in a situation such as this and was left in a state of utter bafflement. Why should calling himself a slave displeased Elladan so much anyway. He was a slave, it was a statement of fact. If he could change that by choosing to not be slave, didn't Elladan think he would have done so ages ago.
Estel was saved from having to respond by Elrond's this time, timely arrival with healing supplies galore. You would have thought he was coming to heal an army and not just one hurt young boy.
"Estel may I please your hand" Elrond inquired politely as he pulled up a stool to sit beside the boy.
The healer waited patiently for the boy to decide freely to give over his hand rather than forcing the boy. The child had been forced too much already in his life. It was time the boy was given the power of choice, he was the future king of men after all, if he knew it or not. The world would someday depend upon this boy and his ability to make decisions, a reminder that the twins would have to learn this boys secret soon.
Estel after hesitating a moment handing his cut hand over to the elf lord. Elrond was pleased to see the hand had almost completely stopped bleeding and was already starting to scab over. The healer wrapped a few atheleas into the boy's wound and covered it gently with a clean bandage.
As the elf lord worked he told the boy about the healing properties of atheleas and where to find them in the yard. Lord Elrond was pleased to see the boy attentively listening to his instruction. The boy would be an avid student no doubt if given the opportunity to learn.
"King Thranduil had expressed an interest in speaking with you today about the incident in the forest." Lord Elrond began delicately….estel shuddered at the reminder. "But I think under the circumstances it would be best if we postpone…."
"No." Estel interrupted. "no," He said more quietly, "We cannot keep the king waiting. It would be disrespectful."
"If you are certain?" Elrond asked unsurely. The elf lord couldn't see how after the ordeal the boy had just endured he could possibly be up to enduring the king's blunt and often intimidating manner.
"Yes, I would rather get it over with." Estel replied quickly and as firmly as his hoarse voice would allow. Best to get all of this over with, but his frayed nerves completely unraveled and he was left a pile of incoherent mush.
"Very well." Elrond replied. "I shall inform the king that we will be by to see him shortly as soon as you have been given a chance to eat, bath, and dress. I shall also speak to the king about having some new garments sent for you. Those rags you had before are not even fit to be rags anymore."
"Slaves are only allowed one pair of garments lord Elrond. We would only get them dirty and ruin them if we were given anything nicer." Estel looked at the elf lord worriedly fearful Elrond would bring about the king's displeasure in daring to ask for new garments.
"P…perhaps you could speak to Rohan, the slave master, about lending me a slave tunic until I can repair my own." Estel asked hopefully.
"Oh Estel I'm afraid your clothes are no more. We had to cut them to shreds when we treated you. I had them thrown in the fire when we we're done because they were simply not usable anymore." Elrond answered gently seeing the growing distress on the boys face.
"Oh…" Estel replied lowering his head in disappointment. Rohan would surely punish him for not caring for his garments properly. The young slave boy only hoped he would not have to endure the dark room again. Few things were worse then being chained in that cold dark place, alone and without hope. Estel shuddered at the thought unconsciously curling into himself more to starve off the imagined cold seeping into his bones.
"Do not worry young one. I will see to it that you are given new garments even if I have to make them myself." The elf lord teased gently as he rubbed the boys back soothingly.
"N…no I would not see you bothered on my account." Estel shook his head despairingly.
"Do not worry yourself further." Elrond replied kindly, but firmly. " It is not a bother to me. You are dear to me and I would see you well cared for because it pleases me do so. Now come eat your breakfast and then when I return I will see you cleaned and dressed properly before your meeting with the king."
"Thankyou lord Elrond and all of you," Estel turned to include the twins in his scrutiny. "for your kindness though I am not deserving of it."
"You are far more worthy than you realize." Elrond whispered gently as he touched the young boys cheek lovingly before silently turning to go. "I shall return shortly please see that young Estel eats as much as he as able."
"Yes Ada" The twins replied solemnly excepting the elf lords commands with the serious determination of a soldier given orders by a general. The twins were prepared to wage war upon the battleground of a young slaves shattered and broken spirit.
"Come Estel you must surly be hungry." Elrohir coaxed making the first move as he ushered Estel over to the table where a heaping tray of food was steaming in the morning air.
Estel allowed himself to be corralled, sitting down reluctantly in the ornately carved chair. He allowed his fingers to run over the elaborately carved leaves and flowers decorating the finely whittled chair.
"It is indeed a most beautiful chair." Elladan spoke subtlety as he pushed the boys tray a bit closer hoping the wonderful smells would pull young Estel out of his melancholy stupor.
"Yes it is." Estel responded absently as he turned away from the beautiful ornamentation. He lifted his spoon forcing a few bites of the sweetly made porridge into his mouth, hoping to appease his stalwart companions.
Where such a meal would have been the ambrosia of the valar at any other time, it tasted like dust in his mouth as the dark thought of what was to come leaked into his mind. He was living on borrowed time. Firithgalad would kill him eventually it was merely a matter of time before the elf guard could no longer hold in his anger and he saw Estel finished for good. If only he had the comfort of at least knowing it would be a quick death when the time came. But no Estel was certain it was be as slow and painful as Firithgalad could make it. The elf guard looked too forward to seeing him suffer for anything less.
That was why he had to lie.
He must make lord Elrond and his sons, as well was Legolas, believe he had been lying that he had tried to manipulate them so they would stay away from him. They were too honorable to do so for their own safety. This was the only way to ensure Firithgalad would not hurt them in his quest for vengeance. Estel would never forgive himself should his friends be made to suffer on his account. And perhaps the king would be merciful enough to order a quick execution robbing Firithgalad of the pleasure to torment him.
Estel allowed a small morbid smile to quirk up his lips as he thought of depriving the elf guard his malicious pleasures. How it would infuriate him.
"What are you smiling at Estel?" Elladan enquired curiously. "You seemed so depressed a moment ago and now your can barely keep yourself from smiling.
Estel went into a full blown smile at the elf's obvious curiosity. If he only realized Elladan would most likely not find his humor nearly as funny. Estel had been through too much lately not to find his ultimate death a thing of some amusement. Perhaps all the stress was driving him mad. Who could find their manner of their own death to be so entertaining?
"I was thinking of how I have never tasted such delicious food before nor sat on something so fine. Before I wouldn't have been allowed to dust such a finely crafted chair much less sit in it."
The elf twins looked at each other with sadness to realize how much this young generous spirit has been denied in his young life that such simple things as sitting in a chair and eating porridge could be seen as glamorous wonders. The elf twins silently vowed they would see young Estel would soon want for nothing if they could help it.
"Come then Estel If the food is so good you should eat more. You have only had a bare few bites." Elrohir coaxed, as Estel's bowl of porridge had barely been touched except to be moved from one side of the bowl to the other.
Estel was interrupted from replying by Elrond return with an armful of colorful richly made garments.
Estel couldn't take his eyes off the dazzling green top or the warm sturdy brown pants, made for a small lithe body. Much to small for the broad elf lords or their father. Estel wanted abstractly who these beautiful garments belonged to.
"Surely you are not finished eating are you Estel?" Elrond questioned turning a disapproving eye to the barely eaten food.
"I'm not very hungry at the moment. My stomach is too jittery to eat properly right now." Estel replied not wanting to see the disappointment in lord Elrond's eyes. Not only did he fear he would never be able to hold such rich food down while his nerves were so jittery, but how could he eat such wonderful food when he knew he didn't deserve it?
"Very well Estel. Let's get you cleaned and dress for your appointment with the king. It would be best to not keep him waiting anymore than we have to. Lord Thranduil can be most impatient at times." Elrond replied.
At lord Elrond's request a few hardy male slaves entered bearing several large buckets of warm water that they promptly filled a copper tub sitting in the middle of the room with. The slaves kept their eyes respectfully downcast as they worked, quickly leaving the room once their task was complete. All except one who quickly looked up to catch Estel's eye before following his fellow slaves from the room.
Estel eyed the human strangely , there seemed to be something familiar about the man, but Estel couldn't seem to place him.
"Estel is something wrong?" Elrond questioned.
Estel shook the thought from his head and turned to smile at the elf lord. "No I'm fine, just thinking I suppose. Do you wish me to leave while you bath my lord?" Estel enquired politely.
"No that won't be necessary." Elrond replied.
Estel looked at the elf lord in shock. Surely he didn't mean… Estel had heard of such horrible things happening to young slaves be they male or female, but surely not lord Elrond.
"D…do you wish me to assist you in your bath my lord." Estel whispered unconsciously stepping back in fear. Surely lord Elrond and his sons' affections had not been only that of friendship hadn't it? Estel wasn't sure now. He had never had real friends before maybe he had misread the kindness he had received.
Elrond took in the boys frightened wary stance. What had come over the boy? "Of course I don't want you to assist me with me bath." Elrond answered. "I've already bathed to..day." Elrond stopped as he processed what the boy had said. "No Estel. I would never ask such a thing of you." Elrond responded vehemently. "This bath is not meant for me, its for you."
"For….for me?" Estel asked in confusion. "Slaves don't bath."
"Why of course they do. How do you get yourself clean otherwise?" Elrond asked curiously.
"We share a bowl of cold water and wash off the worst of the grime or if the masters really want us clean they bowl a bucket of water over us." Estel said. It was unheard of for a slave to take a bath, lord Elrond didn't seem to understand the way of things at all.
Elrond and his sons shared a sad look as they realized one more thing young Estel had been deprived of in his life. It was a chilling reminder of how much one could take for granted when a mere bath was an unheard of luxury.
"Well today you are in for a rare treat then Estel, for I have had this bath made just for you." Elrond smiled encouragingly. " and I promise you won't get in trouble."
"Are you sure?" Estel looked at the tub with longing and uncertainty. How nice it would be to feel truly clean. Perhaps he would look as clean as an elf even.
"Yes Estel I am quite sure. Come now get dressed so we can get you cleaned up." Elrond laughed cheerful at the look of wonder on the boys face. You would think he had just been given a basket filled with gold the way he glowed with such excitement.
Estel started to pull off his shirt, but quickly remembered the markings on his chest. He looked at the twins uncertainly. What would they think if they saw the strange tree tattoo? Would they treat him differently? Estel was loath to lose their friendship when he might have only a short time left with them as it was.
Elrond seeing Estel's uncertain knew that the twins would have to learn of Estel's identity soon, but perhaps they could hold off a bit longer. Estel and even the twins had been through so much already these last few days. Surely holding off a few more days would make little difference.
"Elladan, Elrohir could you give us a bit of privacy for a few minutes."
'Of course ada." The twins answered amicably. We will be just outside should you need anything." Elladan answered before the twins left giving lord Elrond and Estel some privacy.
Estel was relieved to see he could keep his secret a bit longer. He looked up at lord Elrond uncertainly though unsure what to do next.
Seeing Estel's indecision lord Elrond knelt down beside him smiling reassuringly. "Estel if you would allow me I would very much like to assist you with your bath. With your hand still healing, Elrond gazed meaningfully at Estel's wrist. "I fear it would be difficult for you to clean yourself. I vow to you that I shall not do anything untoward." Elrond looked at Estel expectantly. He would not force the boy in this. He wanted Estel to trust him and so he would respect the boys wishes in this matter whatever they might be.
"I know you wouldn't." Estel answered fervently. "I….i'm sorry I doubted you. You have been so kind to me already and I show you such disfavor. Please forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive Estel. You have lived a very difficult life and it is understandable for you to be a bit suspicious. We have only known each other for a very short time and it must seem strange that a complete stranger has taken such an interest in your well being. I know you won't believe me Estel but I hope in time you can see that I only wish the best for you." Elrond replied solemnly.
"But I already do trust you. I know you and lord Elladan and lord Elrohir have good hearts. You must to have taken care of me so unconditional." Estel touched lord Elrond's cheek unknowingly letting a bit of his healing magic escape. Lord Elrond immediately started to feel a greater peace than he had ever known before. Even the screads of heart attack he felt at losing his beloved wife so many ages ago were finally starting to heal away.
"You truly are an amazing boy." Elrond whispered in awe. The hands of a healer were born again and the world will rejoice.
But now was not the time to think on such things. They must first overcome the obstacle of king Thranduil, but Elrond silently vowed to himself that he would see this boy had a better life no matter what it took.
Elrond gently helped Estel from his clothes and lifted him into the tub so Estel would not put unnecessary strain on his healing wrist.
"Now try not to get your bandages wet if you can." Elrond said as he positioned Estel's bandaged leg outside the water as best as he was able.
"It's warm." Estel whispered in awe as he felt the heat seeping into his bones and soothing his tensed muscles. The boy immediately starting to relax in the soothing water allowing himself the pleasure of another rare luxury. He could feel his eyes starting to sting with tears. He could almost cry at all the wonderful things Elrond had given him while wishing for nothing but his happiness in return.
Estel couldn't help but smile as lord Elrond took a sweet smelling soap and started to wash years of caked on dirt from his skin and then his hair. Estel laughed in glee as the elf lord massaged his scalp. It was invigorating to feel all these years of grief and grime washed away.
The elf lord couldn't help but allow himself a rare smile as he watched the boy's obvious joy and contentment. Elrond wasn't sure he had ever seen this dour serious young child look so carefree. If this was all it took to bring such a smile to Estel's innocent young face Elrond vowed he would see Estel got to bath ten times a day from now on. Anything to take away the trouble weary look that forever seemed to haunt this poor boys eyes.
"I think my father use to bath me like this when I was very small." Estel quietly spoke his eyes closed in relaxation. "He probably worked over twelve hours a day, but he always came home and insisted on cleaning me himself. He even carved me some little wooden bath toys. A little soldier and an evil orc to battle. He would always be the evil orc and I was the brave warrior who would fight evil. It was the only real time we got to spend together each day. He would tell me a story and tuck me into my little pallet then sometimes he would rub my hair until I fell asleep. I miss him sometimes." Estel sniffled a little as his grief started to make his eyes water even worse. It seemed he was forever crying anymore.
"I am sure you father treasured those times with you and loves you very much as well Estel. Would you like me to tell you a very special secret?"
Estel shook his head and looked at the elf lord expectantly.
"Our loved ones are never truly gone. The valor love his children very much. Now I know what your thinking but Valor loves his human children just as much as his elf children and even his dwarf children believe it or not. So he allows our love ones to visit from time to time. Now we can't see them or talk to them or even touch them, but our heart knows they're there. Have you ever felt such a sense of peace come over you that you swore you could hear your mother singing or your father wittling? "
Estel nodded his head in wonder.
"Do you think they can hear me when I talk to them?" Estel asked.
"Oh I am certain of it." Elrond replied sincerely. "I still talk to my wife though she has left these shores long ago and though I can not hear her I can feel her love for me and someday I will get to see her again."
"Do….do you think I will get to see my parents again someday too." Estel asked hopefully
"Yes Estel. Someday a long time from now when you have had enough of this world you will get to see your mother and father again and they will be waiting for you with open arms.
Estel smiled through his tears and hugged lord Elrond. "Thank you for talking with me. If…if I could have a second father I think I would want him to be just like you.
Elrond found answer tears come to his eyes at such an honest and lovingly given answer. "And….and if I could have another son I should like him to be just like you." Elrond responded as he held the boy close.
"Thankyou Valor for this gift you have given me." Elrond whispered beyond human hearing as he held the now he was quite certain soon to be son close.
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Estel's palms were sweaty while inversely his mouth was strangely dry as he stood before the king's grand throne room waiting for admittance. Estel picked at the new unfamiliar clothes that felt so smooth against his skin. It was so soft he almost thought he was naked. He looked down with admiration at the beautiful soft doe skin boots on his feet, no doubt a suggestion from the twins. How he wished he could touch them an admire them some more, but no more how beautiful these clothes were now was not the time.
No doubt in a few moments Lord Elrond and his sons would regret having brought him such find clothing once they realized how undeserving he truly was.
Elladan squeezed Estel's shoulder soothingly as they awaited the king's pleasure or in reality his displeasure when he heard what Estel had to say.
Where Elladans comforting embrace would have normally been a balm to his nerves before, it was now only a painful reminder of all he was about to lose when everyone heard him admit to the crime of running away that Firithgalad has accused him.
Lord Elrond and his sons would be publicly humiliated for trusting a lowly underhanded human. They would believe he had manipulated them to save his sorry hide. They might even see him whipped on top of his other punishments for so thoroughly embarrassing them. If nothing else he was certain that he would well and truly lose their friendship and he would be alone again with not even his hope to sustain him now.
Elladan exchanged a worried look with his brother as they watched Estel seeming to fall deeper and deeper into despair as they waited to be admitted for their audience with the king.
"Perhaps it would be best if we did not speak with the king." Elrohir said. "You seem overly tired Estel I would not want you to be overtaxed."
"No. I must." Estel responded cryptically.
"Perhaps we could come back in a few more days?' Elladan reasoned. "Give you so more time to heal and grow stronger."
"Please." Estel pleaded stoically refusing to return the gazes of his worried friends. "I must do this before my courage fails me."
Elladan and Elrohir in silent communication both knelt down beside Estel offeing their silent support and understanding,
Elladan gently lifted Estels chin forcing him to maintain eye contact. "You must do as you must, but know you are not alone. We will be beside you though all of it and if you should need anything from us you need only ask."
Estel's eyes glinted wetly in the torch light as he saw the unconditional friendship and trust his friends offered unquestionable. It almost made him feel like he was worth something. After all if such noble honorable elf lords could find something likable about him surely that meant there was something to like didn't it?
"I don't deserve your friendship." Estel whispered mournfully. Soon they would see him as the scum of the earth, less then the dirt on the bottoms of their boots. How wrong they were about him to think he could do anything but betray and destroy those who cared the most for him.
"Oh Estel I wish you could see what a special person you are. You are as a brother to us and should your courage fail you we will gladly share our strength with you." Elrohir added. "Never doubt your worth."
The elf twins would have said more, but the doors the throne room opened. Estel had barely even glimpsed this room, after all what reason could a slave have to be in such a grand room? Most likely they would only break the finely crafted vases and rip the elegantly sewn tapestries. After all humans were clumsy dirty creatures; lacking the innate grace and beauty of their elven counterparts.
Estel's feet felt almost glued to the floor, fearful of entering what had for so long been a forbidden place. Once he crossed this threshold there would be no turning back. He would lose everything his friends, what shambling remnants of his honor might still exist, and perhaps even his life if it was the king's pleasure.
"Come Estel. There is nothing to fear. Just tell the king what happened a few days ago and all will be well." Elrond said soothingly as though speaking to a frightened animal that might bolt at any second.
Estel gave a sickening smile as he slowly and fearfully made his way down the seemingly endless corridor to stand before the king's grand throne. Legolas sat regally beside his father offering a small reassuring smile to Estel encouraging him forward.
It soothed Estels quickly fraying nerves to realize he had such loyal supporters. He only wished he would not have to so complete betray their trust in a few moments.
He could not stop the trembling that racked his small frame as his eyes came into contact with his tormentor Firithgalad, It seemed the king had called them both before him to speak of this matter.
Firithgalad allowed a slow menacing smile to overtake his face as he watched the young slaves wide staring eyes and shaking hands. He savored the sweet pungent terror that seemed to thicken the air. As he watched the boy's trembling get worse he couldn't help but smile even larger. The slave would not speak against him, he wouldn't dare now when his friends lives were in danger. No the boy being the sniveling little fool he was would speak just as he was told, believing he would save the lives of his friends with his obedience, then everyone would see what a worthless little miscreant he truly was.
Firithgalad waited with baited anticipation for the elf twins and their meddlesome father to listen with disbelief as the slave admitted to fooling them all. And then perhaps embarrassment would turn to anger as the elf lord and his sons realized how completely they had been taken in by the boys tearful eyes and desperate pleas. What a site to behold when they turned away from the slave child leaving him completely exposed and defenseless. Firthgalad nearly quivered with restrained excitement.
Elladan stept in Firthgalad's line of site blocking him from the huddled miserable puddle of a slave. Ah well he would see the boys delicious looks of agony soon enough. The best things were worth waiting for.
Elladan glared angrily at the elf guard his hands fisted at his sides. Firithgalad nodded at him companionably knowing it would only make the eldest twin more irate.
Elrohir laid a restraining hand on his brothers tense shoulder. "Be still brother. Attacking that orc will not help Estel's cause. Justice will prevail my brother, but Estel needs our strength now. Do not fail him."
"Never." Elladan vowed fiercely. He turned aware from the elf guard summarily ignoring him for more important concerns such as Estel's well being. Elladan kneeled down to Estel's level and soothed the worry lines from his brow.
"All will be well Estel. I will never let that monster touch you again. Do not let him frightened you. He is a coward for daring to hurt a child." Elladan said.
Estel leaned into the elf twin's touch. Savoring perhaps the last comfort he would ever know.
"You would bow down to a slave before me!" Thranduil bellowed destroying the happy moment.
"Forgive us your majesty." Elrond replied smoothly as he executed a perfect half bow for the king, his sons reluctantly mirroring their fathers show of respect. "The boy is obviously frightened and we only wished to alleviate his fears. It is terrifying to him to be so close to the elf who got such delight out of tormenting him, but a few days ago."
"Indeed and do you speak for him as well Elrond? Is the boy a mute?" Thranduil snarled nastily, easily slighted by the affection the elf lords seemed to show for the human. "Come here slave and tell me your name."
Estel walked forward a few more steps and prostrated himself completely before the king. "I…..I am called Estel your majesty."
"Speak up and for the valars sake sit up. I can't understand you while your groveling on the floor like a worm." Thranduil bellowed.
Estel hastily got to his knees keeping his head respectfully bowed.
"I am called Estel your majesty." The boy replied again.
"Indeed it says here that your name is "Esteless" Thranduil eyed him accusingly. "Well no mater lets get this done with."
"Tell me slave," Thraundil boomed condescendingly. "I have heard much talk and accusation against one of my most loyal soldiers Firithgalad. It has been said that he forced you into the woods and attempted to hunt you like wild game. I have never heard such a preposterous story. What reason could he have had to do such a thing.?" The king demanded as he glared menacingly at the slave's prostrate form.
"Because he's a monster!" Elladan shouted out indignantly as his temper started to sizzle. "He seems to enjoy hurting those that are weaker than him." Elladan glared menacingly at the elf guard his hands clenched into fists making it very clear he would like to meet out his own form of justice to Firithgalad.
The elf guard only looked on smugly, seeming to dare the irate elf to attack him before the king without provocation. King Thranduil would see what mad creatures he had let enter his house. It could only help his case for the king to see Elrond and his sons being so unreasonable. The king had already said he held his word in higher esteem then anything a noldor or a slave could ever say. This all was merely a formality. The king would see this slave had his comeuppance and it would only be an added bonus to see these pesky elves cooling their heels in the dungeons.
"SILENCE ELRONDION." Thranduil commanded, "Or you shall find yourself gracing my dungeons for your insolence. This matter does not concern you."
"With all do respect your majesty we are deeply concerned for young Estel's well being. He has become like a brother to us. You didn't see him when we found him after Firithgalad's cruelty. He had been tormented and tortured to within barely an inch of his life. I don't think there was a bare inch of skin that wasn't bruised or cut in some way. We were almost certain he would perish. If it hadn't been for ada's superior healing . abilities he most surely would have." Elrohir replied beseechingly, hoping to reach the kings cold heart.
"Indeed for Firithgalad tells a somewhat different version. He claims this slave was attempting to escape into the forest as he has tried many times before. Firithgalad only meant to apprehend him when the boy became like a rabid animal and could not be contained. 'Firithgalad states his only option was made to use force when the boy would not heed his calls to surrender. Slave your quite lucky he was merciful enough to shoot you in the leg and not somewhere as life threatening as the heart as you surely deserved." Thranduil said coldly.
" There were two arrow wounds your highness one on the leg and one in the shoulder. The boy also sustained some cuts that were most certainly from a hunting knife and a broken wrist. Do you not think such force against a defenseless eleven year old human boy might be a tad excessive?" Elrond responded.
"Humans are wild irrational things quick to foolishness. Firithgalad in his superior judgment no doubt felt such force necessary to ensure the boy's capture and return to his proper place." Thranduil growled out seething.
So a highly trained elf warrior could not subdue an eleven year old human boy without using arrows your highness?" Elrond lifted his eyebrow in disbelief at the king's obviously biased opinion. "Surely he could have quite easily outrun the boy and subdued him with his superior strength alone had he wished to."
"Enough" Thranduil roared angrily. Displeased to be so questioned by a half-breed elf. And worse yet the insufferable Elrond at that in his own court. "Can the boy not speak for himself or do you insist on speaking for him. Slave, tell me is it true or not that you were trying to escape?"
Estel's breathing started to pick up frantically as he realized the moment of truth or perhaps more accurately the moment of lying had come. He looked one last time at lord Elrond and his sons who all stood around him like protective wolves guarding a cub. Then he looked up at Legolas who nodded with encouragement. Estel squared his shoulders and settled his resolve. They would all hate him in the end, but it would be worth it to save their lives. What was his life and happiness is comparison to theirs. It was the least he owed them for accepting him and treating him as an equal something no one else would ever have done.
"Yes your majesty." Estel replied softly.
"Yes what." Thranduil demanded.
"I…I was trying to run away."
A gasp of startled silence fell over the court. Estel continued on quickly keeping his eyes firmly on his feet, unable to face the cold accusing gazes of his one time friends.
"I was trying to escape when Firithgalad spotted me. He demanded that I stop, but wouldn't listen to him." Tears fell down his cheeks as the lies burned his throat. "I threw a rock at him forcing him to shoot me in the arm. But I kept running. I fell and broke my wrist, but I still wouldn't stop the pain only driving me on more. I didn't stop until he shot me in the leg."
"So you lied?" Thranduil bellowed out in anger. "You made these elves believe you had been unfairly accosted by a loyal and honorable elf guard. You would besmirch his name to escape your own punishment. You disgust me more than even the lowliest of humans I have met in my long life. I would be in my rights to have your tongue cut from your mouth for you lies and your feet severed from your ankles for daring to runaway." A maniacal glint entered the kings eyes as his anger built.
Terror was Estel's only companion and the comfort that at least now perhaps his friends would be safe from Firithgalad's vengeance was the only thing that kept Estel from falling to the floor and begging the king for mercy or at least for a merciful execution. He couldn't stop the tremors from rippling through his body as he imagined the king ordering one or perhaps even both of his feet to be cut off as he had threatened, an acceptable though rarely used deterrent for runaways.
"Yes your majesty." Estel whispered forlornly as his body tensed for what was to come.
"GAURDS!" Thranduil roared. "Get this slave from my sight. Have him confined until I best decide his punishment.
Elf guards quickly converged on the cowering slave boy efficiently pulling his defenseless body to its feet and clapping him in chains. Estel did not fight as he was dragged away.
Tears falling down his face, Estel whispered, "I'm so sorry." As he was led in disgrace past the elves whom he had come to see as his only friends. The young slave boy hung his head in shame unable to face the people he had betrayed as he was led away in chains to a fate unknown.