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Ok, I owe very very very big apologies to every single person that has ever looked/read any of my stories. I am ashamed to call myself a fan and writer of Lord Of the Rings. deep breath I get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness and offer up this new chapter and the promise of updating all of my stories in the very very near future. I just chose this one to start since it has the most hits.
Ok, lets get to it then. Before that, someone please answer my question on what the fing hell PPC is!!!???? Whoever issued that review(long, long, long time ago) left it saying they condemn me and this story. Whatever.
Oh, and thanks to Little Ini, your review was alot of help and I just spent a ton of time researching Stockholm's Syndrome. Thank you!
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And without further ado...
Chapter 3 (That has yet to be named...)
He was as dark as Sauron.
Sleepless nights dragged on for Legolas. His upcoming, so called Wedding was being planned, but wasn't getting anywhere since Sauron kept getting annoyed and killing all of the planners. But hey, he wasn't going to argue if it meant he was a bachelor for longer.
He still hadn't spoken to his Ada since that fateful day. He knew why. Everyone knew why.
Legolas Greenleaf was terrified.
So he's suppose to lead the Elves out of Sauron's rule. How was he suppose to do that? He wasn't even of age yet! And wouldn't be for another 100 years. Instead he was suppose to think as a leader, a commander. But maybe, just maybe, this would work.
Legolas had no guarantee that Sauron would go as far as to bind them together. If he did, all hope would be lost of escape. His main hope laid in Imladris.
Imladris was the only Elven haven left standing. Sauron had taken over Lothlorien months ago, with all of her inhabitants either running for the Havens, or Imladris, or were killed or captured. But Lord Elrond, with the combined powers of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn where holding the fortress together. The Lady and Lord of Lothlorien had been visiting when the attack came.
There lay the only hope of the captured Elves. Legolas had to get there, train, and come back to fight Sauron for the freedom of his people. If he failed to escape and became bound with Sauron, he would never be able to leave.
It gave him one fortnight. Well, unless Sauron killed more planners.
Sauron came in late. It was three nights after Legolas' realization of what he had to do to free his people. And he was drunk. Very drunk. Legolas was slightly confused, he thought that it was near impossible for anyone with Elf blood to get drunk. Guess it showed what he knew.
"Come. Come tend to me," Even as drunk as he was, Sauron still didn't slur his words. He staggered over to a chair and beckoned Legolas forward with his hand, "Come". Legolas came to him, knelt at his feet and began pulling off his boots.
"I say, this wedding is more trouble than I bargained for. No decent help nowadays. Need to beat some sense into all of these worthless beings. But you're a prize that I will move on for," Sauron grabbed Legolas by the hair, dragging him up to sit in his lap. Legolas bit his lip, trying not to make a sound. He knew the penalties, and he did not want to pay them.
"My Lord, let me help you," Legolas tried to untangle Sauron's hands from his hair only to be backhanded.
"You do as I say! And only as I say! Am I clear?" Sauron grabbed Legolas' chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. Legolas nodded, swallowing hard.
"My apologies Lord. I meant no disrespect. I am here to serve you and only you," Legolas bowed his head and the hands holding him released him.
"Excellent. Now, I would enjoy another drink. Go and get it." Legolas scrambled off his lap and into the kitchen. He threw open the cabinet holding their liquor and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He walked back into the room to see Sauron passed out in the chair. His eyes widened and glanced around the room. Sauron obviously trusted him a little, for he left a dagger and sword on the table by the door. A quick glance out the window showed that there were three guards stationed out front, all Orcs. Two were stationed to the back and another two walked the sides of the hall. The room they were located in was at the center of the palace, behind the throne room. To escape, Legolas had to use either the front or back doors, navigate through the maze-like halls and end at the secret cellar. Through there the path would lead straight out to the Grey Muntains and he would have to find his way through them to reach the Misty Mountains. He would have to chose to either try to recieve help from the Dwarfs in Moria or cross the Path of Caradhras. His only other option was the path of Rohan, which would put him to the south.
But first thing was first, he had to get out of the Palace. Legolas looked at Sauron and debated killing him right then. The problem was that Sauron had many enchantments on his soul, meaning that no matter what Legolas did, he wouldn't be able to kill him. So for now, he had to leave him.
Legolas gathered up the sword and dagger. He was going to cross through the back, hit a hidden tunnel five halls up and cross three more halls before reaching the cellar. He would then enter the forest.
Taking the dagger in his hand, Legolas opened the back door and beheaded the first orcs while swinging the sword at the second, cutting it's throat. He grabbed the weapons off of them, a bow and quiver full of arrows and another dagger before dashing down the hall to the corner. He knew the alarm would be raised before long. A quick glance around the corner showed a group of ten orcs fighting over meat. Legolas shuddered at the gruesome display of the orcs as the sliced at each other for a small piece. They began fighting, each trying to kill each other before they got killed. Legolas slowly inched around the Orcs when a loud bellow sound was heard.
And all of the Orcs stopped fighting and turned to stare at him. Legolas desperately wanted to bang his head against a wall. This did not look good.
As one, the Orcs came rushing at him. Legolas swung his entire body, dancing around the orcs with a dagger in each hand. He had never fought in combat before, but they felt better than the sword had. He slit the first Orc's throat, stabbed the next in the stomach before ducking under the sword of the oncoming one. He kicked one in the stomach, swung his elbow back to hit one behind him in the eye, causing it to scream in pain.
And he danced. Duck, stab, kick, punch. Anything he could do to survive. And still he fought for what seemed like hours until suddenly it all stopped. Legolas looked around at all of the fallen orcs, his eyes widening.
"Well, I guess I got chosen for a reason." He murmured to himself as he ran past them. The next four halls were surprisingly empty. That all changed when he found the secret tunnel.
Because there in front of him stood Sauron.
Well, we're starting to get to the action. Going to stop there, mainly cause it will give me a place to start the next chapter on. Review please! I promise I'll update soon!
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