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Tarathel's Pov

I was led through a maze of corridors and many halls, until we came across the depths of the Arena. The cells each had several chains as well as the locked doors. Each chain had either a steel collar or bracelet. The only light was coming from the various torches dotted around the cells and the light from the arena above. The Arena wasn't the best either. It had iron downwards gates blocking the cages of the beasts and the criminals on both sides. The stone walls were high, at least three stories tall, above the wall was long and thick chains wrapped around, acting like a ceiling over the dome. Beyond the Arena, were seats. Above all the seats, was a podium, on this podium was three thrones, obviously for the Royals.

I was harshly, shoved into one of the far cells; the Guards held me in place even though I didn't struggle. I suddenly felt the cold, uncomfortable metal of the collar around my neck. After the Collar clamped around my neck, they secured the bracelets around my wrists, the reached from my wrist to about half way towards my elbow.

The steel was cold to touch and dug into my skin. The Guards left, slamming the cell door shut with the loud sound of metal against stone. I walked towards the door-at least as far as the chains would allow.

My eyes scanned the cells, looking for any sign of anyone else in the wretched place as well as me. No luck.

I muttered curses under my breath: Stupid Elven Prince, that's the last time I save anyone!

My back hurt due to the arrow wound. I had nothing to help the wound except the cloth from my tunic-which was still soaked . My hair was now completely covering my face. I grabbed my hair, twisting it to drain the water from it. After this, I let it fall loose from the fish-tale braid. I combed my fringe with my fingers, making sure it draped over my left eye; covering my scared eye.

I stepped back, my hope draining into defeat. I let the shadows cover me. My head was rested against my knees, tears spilled no matter how hard I tried to hide them. But I didn't wail. The tears were silent.

My sorrow was interrupted by footsteps and light from a torch streaming in the cell.

There stood none other than thy who had cast me into the cell. Thranduil and his pesky son: Legolas.

"See Tarathel? Even the sliest fox can be out witted by the elk."Thranduil said smugly, a smirk plastered on his face. Legolas held a look of pity, but I didn't care.

I dared not speak.

"Don't be shy. I'm sure, my son would love to know how you got your reputation and title of a traitor!"the king spat."I will take my leave. Ionnin try to get something out of her."

I kept my mouth sealed until the King left.

"What do you want?"my voice cold and harsh.

Legolas Pov

I flinched as she spoke. I was the reason she was in here. Remembering the reason I came down here. I opened the cell door and approached her. She shuffled backwards.

"Why do you recoil? Why doesn't my father like you?" I asked, as if I was interrogating her-which I practically was.

"One: you're the main reason I'm in here. Two: why should I tell you my past of all people?"

"Because, I'm the only one here you can trust, please."my voice was soft as I spoke to her. She soon relaxed.

"Well..."she started

Translations:

Ionnin = my son

Well, sorry Legolas' Pov was short but the chapter is slightly longer. So good or bad?Please review.

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