Jemima and Jem were locked in a vacant, what seemed like as storeroom. It was shadowy and cramped, the journey here had been filled with hope, but now their imprisonment had snuffed out the light they dreamed of.
"Do you think they'll come back?" Jem whispered,
"I hope so, we might just be left here till we die, elves live ages." Jemima answered.
They heard pounding footsteps outside the door, pacing back and fourth, whoever was out there seemed distressed. The footsteps stopped, and then they heard a key in the lock, "Jemima, get ready to run, push past him," Jem whispered.
A chink of light came through the slit in the opened door, the girls pushed forward on the door forcefully and it swung open, to reveal a male elf, blonde haired and clothed in a green tunic. The girls tried to push past him but almost instinctively he caught them by the arm and slammed them back into the storeroom, "I am Legolas Greenleaf, trust me if you want to see your friends again, be quick n your feet, follow me, be silent."
He looked around the door, and beckoned for them to follow, Jemima went willingly, but Jem stayed, wary of him. "Come on you idiot," Snapped Jemima.
Jem took a slow step forward and followed.
Soon they reached the black bolted door, Legolas took a flame torch from the wall and pushed the door open. Springing inside he looked around the blackness, Jem following him, then Jemima.
"Legolas? Jem, Jemima, my god it's you!" Exclaimed Harriet. "Legolas, Anna, she is over there, they cut her, she is losing blood, you must help her." Harriet began in a panicky tone.
Jem and Jemima ran to her side, gasping at her arm. Legolas, sprung to Harriet's side, gazing into her eyes for a second, then raised his knife and cut her bounds. He went to Anna, frowning with anger as he saw the harm his father had instructed to be done.
From a leather bag that hung round his waist he took out a small bottle, pouring the contents tenderly over the cuts. Muttering Elvish words he began to stop the blood flow, Jem, Jemima and Harriet looked on in amazement. The blood had subdued, but the clear rubes cut into her flesh were still raw and open.
"I cannot heal any more than that." He said. He stood back, letting the girls jump to their friend's side. Anna opened her eyes, "The pain is gone, thank you." She breathed.
Now in a sterner tone he started to instruct them, they obeyed.
"Stand, we must be ready to leave." He tossed them shimmering blue cloaks, "put them on, they will disguise you, now follow me, keep to the shadows, if we are found you will be killed on sight." They fastened the cloaks around them and to their amazement it changed their clothes to that of a fair elf, nothing extravagant, but they were now clothed in a servant's silvery gown. "Elf magic. Cool," Jem murmured.
"Come," Legolas commanded, and he opened the door, they stepped out from the dungeon, ready to escape.