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The girl just sat there, as though being left in the cold, mucky cell wasn't the worst thing that could happen to her. She sat there and continued to stare at Legolas for some time, barely blinking. Finally, when the silence started to press in on Legolas's ears, he broke it.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Lanna," she answered simply. She didn't elaborate on why she had such an odd name or add a last name or anything.

"That's an odd name," Legolas attempted once more to start a conversation. His attempt failed, however. Lanna just sat there staring at him as though he hadn't said a word. So, rather than making things more awkward, Legolas looked around at his surroundings to see if there was any chance of escape. He hadn't had much time over the past three days to look around. The slavers were always either torturing him or up in his face yelling at him, asking him questions that he refused to answer.

There wasn't much to the square room, if Legolas was free, he would have been able to walk diagonally across it in twenty steps. There was a small window, no bigger than Legolas's head. So the window was out, even if he could release himself from the chains that were binding him. There was a small creaking table that looked like if you were to touch it, it would break. The bricks that created the ceiling, walls, and floor were all covered with a gooey slime. And finally, there was the door, all the way across the room. Legolas could see candle light through the cracks so he knew that there was someone guarding him, for the moment at least. Whether they were awake or not, Legolas could not guess.

Legolas glanced back at Lanna. She was still staring blankly at him and it was starting to make him nervous. She refused to look away; it was as though she were trying to memorize his face.

"I've never met an elf before," she finally said.

"Then how did you know Sindarian?" he gave her a puzzled look. She did not answer right away; in fact, it was so long that Legolas thought that he'd imagined her speaking to him.

"I learned for someone who knew an elf," as soon as she said this, she looked away as though she couldn't believe what she'd just said. Legolas looked at her curiously. She had the look of someone who'd been imprisoned for a long time.

"How long have you been here?" Legolas asked softly, he had a feeling that it had been a very long time since she'd seen sunlight. But before she had a chance to answer, one of the goons that had helped capture Legolas opened the door.

"Time to go, little girl," he sneered. He roughly grabbed Lanna and started dragging her to the door. It didn't look like she even had the will power to resist him. She looked back at Legolas, her eyes screaming for help. This startled Legolas, it was the first emotion he'd seen Lanna present. Legolas stared after her, helpless. He wanted to break free of these chains and get himself and Lanna out of here. Any other prisoners he could as well. However, he couldn't even stand up on his own. After three days of continuous torture, he relied on the chains to keep him upright. So, Legolas had no choice but to watch as the door swung shut and was locked, leaving him alone in the darkness, the only faint light was coming from the tiny window.

After a few hours of solitude, Legolas realized that the window was just another means of torture. He could smell the sweet summer air every once in a while as a random breeze blew in the doorway. All Legolas wanted was to be able to put his face up against the bars of the window, to get as much fresh air as he could, but the chains held him in place in the center of the room.

Legolas watched as the light outside the window slowly darkened, it was now night. Legolas was in no position to sleep, however much he wanted to. Finally, the elf decided to let his body relax as much as possible and see what happened. After a few hours of uneasy rest, it started to lighten once more. Another day in Hell had begun. The leader and two more of his goons joined Legolas about an hour after the sun rose.

"Let's see what we learned from yesterday, Legolas," the leader sneered his name. The leader motioned with his hand and the two men moved forward and released Legolas from the chains. As soon as his hands were released, Legolas fell to his knees, his legs unused to having to bear his weight after four days. The three men laughed. Slowly, Legolas struggled to his feet. The two men that had released him grabbed Legolas and started dragging him out in to the corridor. They started going down, farther in to the prison. Finally, they reached a room that was slightly bigger than the one Legolas had been in. In the center, on her knees was Lanna. She gave Legolas another blank stare as he entered the room.

The leader thrust a whip in to Legolas's hands. Surprised, Legolas looked up at the man. The two goons stood next to Legolas to make sure he didn't turn on the slavers.

"Are you sure about this, Regulus?" one of them asked the leader.

"Of course I'm sure!" Regulus roared at him. "Now, let's see if you've learned how to be obedient. Whip her."

Legolas stared at him. Was he serious? From the man's evil smirk, Legolas got the feeling that yes, he was serious.

From one of his pockets, Regulus withdrew another whip and snapped it across Lanna's back.

"Whip her," he repeated. Legolas looked down at the whip in his hand. Could he do it? No, that was just cruel. Legolas couldn't whip another being, he wouldn't. He winced as the whip cracked again. It was the only way to end her pain, right?

Voice: And I thought you were evil…

Lily: Are you saying Smiley's more evil than ME?

Voice: Did you read the last chapter?

Lily: I'm insulted, Voice.

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