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The next thing Legolas was aware of was of being jolted around and not on the ground. As he slowly regained consciousness he realized he was slung over the side of a horse. He also became more and more aware of stabbing pains in his chest.
"just great, I must have cracked ribs. perfect." he thought.
Looking up he saw that for some reason, Gandalf had allowed himself to be captured and was tied to a horse too. The old wizard, noticing he was awake, gave him a reassuring nod to show he had a plan. This looked kind of comical since he was upside down, though.
Legolas was pretty upset with Gandalf. He had better have a good idea, because he was the one who convinced Legolas to defy Thranduil in the first place.
After a few hours, they reached Mirkwood. Legolas guessed he must have been out for a while if they were already there. With every second he was more aware of the throbbing of his various cuts and bruises.
Come to think of it, he couldn't remember a time when he didn't ache from his father's beatings. If only his mother had survived. She probably would have made sure Thranduil did not do this to him. He missed her even though he had never known her.
He could imagine what she looked like. She would have fiery red hair like Tauriel, and the zeal to fight the darkness, not simply turn a blind eye to the needy as his father did.
His musings were cut short by his father's guards taking him to a cell. If past times were anything to go by, he would remain there for about a week with no sustinince at all. However it might be longer this time since his father knew he wanted to run away or it might be shorter because Gandalf would help him escape.
Thankfully Gandalf was placed in a cell across from him so he wouldn't be completely lonely. Also it would be better for planning to get out of there together.
As soon as stage guards left, he whispered to Gandalf, "So what do we do now, Mithrandir?"
"Leave it to me and be patient."
"Really helpful, Gandalf. Could you get any more confusing? Any more confusing and you'll sound like Galadriel.""Oh" was all he said aloud though.
Then, his father came in.
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