In side the palace, Saruman emerging from his secret chambers. He slides the door shut carefully, but the princess comes storming in before he is finished. He slams it shut, pinning Grima's hand inside the door frame.
"Saruman" Arwen shouted
"Oh, uh, princess." he said when the shock wore off. "How may I be of service to you?" he enquired. Spreading his robes out to hid the door and his trap servant
"Master, my hand is stuck" Grima whispered
"The guards just took a boy from the market, on your orders! She accused him.
"Your father charged me with keeping peace in Rivendell. The boy was a criminal." he started calmly.
"What was the crime?" she ask crossing her arm over her chest
Grima was now grabbing at Saruman robes "Master the pain it is getting worst" But Saruman carried on ignoring him
"Why, kidnapping the princess, of course." Saruman said as if it was an obvious answer.
"He didn't kidnap me! I ran away" She yells making him slowly backed away shocked by her yelling.
"Oh, dear! Oh, why how frightfully upsetting. Had I but known." Saruman said.
"What do you mean?" Arwen ask slowly her heart was racing in an unsteady pace.
"Sadly, the boy's sentence has already been carried out." he said a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Ww-what sentence?" She stutters, fear becoming clear in her voice
"Death by beheading."
"NO" she said collapsing to the floor
Saruman walk up to her placing both is hands on her shoulder "I am exceedingly sorry, princess." Arwen pushes him off of her and looks at him slowly backing away
"How could you?" Than runs from the room crying
Grima finally gets his hand out door. He walks over to stand by Saruman rubbing his injured hand "So, how did it go?" he said "I think she took it rather well." He answers turn to look at him a sinister smile on his faces.
Arwen was sat crying at the edge of the fountain. She look up to see her two brothers, who both kneeled down next to her looking between the two, she throws herself into Elladan waiting arms "It's all my fault, Elladan. I didn't even know his name." Tears running faster down her face, hiding her face in his chest and Elrohir began stroking her hair
Down with in the deep dungeons of Imladris, Aragorn sat arms chained above his head to the wall, pulling against them, finally giving up he just sits there thinking about what has happen, his mind thinking of the Imladris Princess. "She is the princess. I don't believe it. I must have sounded so stupid to her" he scolded himself
"Of course you did, really stupid I may add" a voice call out to him, looking up he saw Legolas sat on the window ledge of the dungeon a smug look on his face
"Legolas! Over here! Hey, come on-help me out of these." Aragorn told him, Legolas quickly jump down form where he sat, making his way over to his friend. He stood in front of the human not moving with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me.
"Hey, she was in trouble. Ah, she was worth it." Aragorn said defending himself form the elf
Kneeling down next to the human Legolas pulls a small set of tools out of his tunic, and set to work freeing him "Don't worry, Las. I will never see her again. I'm a street rat, remember, and there's a law. She's got to marry a prince, kind of like you" Aragorn said
After picking the locks Aragorn started to rub his wrist, Legolas rested a hand on Aragorn shoulder "My heritage is nothing to compare to, if there is love it should not matter" "Than I am a fool"
An old man appeared from the other side of the cell.
"You're only a fool if you give up, boy." he said in a scratchy voice.
"Who are you?" Aragorn asked him in a serious tone.
"A lowly prisoner, like yourself. But together, perhaps we'll be rich." Aragorn looked at Legolas and all he did was shrug his shoulders.
"Were listening." He told him.
"There is a mine, boys, the mine of Moria. Filled with treasures beyond your wildest dreams. Treasure enough to impress even your princess, I'd wager." he mused.
"But the law says that only a prince can marry th-" the old man cut Aragorn off before he could finish.
"You've heard of the golden rule, haven't you boy? Whoever has the gold makes the rules." He chuckled.
"So why would you share all of this wonderful treasure with us?" Legolas stared at him questionably.
"I need a young man with strong legs and a strong back to go in after it." He explained
"Ah, one problem. It's out there, we're in here?"
The old man walks to a wall and pushes open a hidden exit. "Mmm, mmm, mmm. Things aren't always what they seem. So, do we have a deal" he ask holding out his hand
Aragorn looks at Legolas, who shrugs his shoulders. "Mellon may be we should" but Aragorn had already shook hand and start to follow the old man out, muttering a curse in Elvish Legolas followed