My Little Greenleaf ~ Little Legolas - Chapter 38: Chapter 38
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Once the man had gone, Legolas sniffled and turned his gaze to the others. They stalked over to him, grinning. One of them bent down over Legolas and pressed his finger into the fresh burn on Legolas' stomach. The elfling cried out and his body jerked, trying to escape the invading finger.
"Oooh, poor little elf. That doesn't hurt does it?" The other man mocked. His companion removed his finger from the burn and began poking Legolas' ribs. He inspected his bare stomach and then moved to the elfling's tear streaked face. Legolas continued crying and he kept his eyes tightly shut, fear paralyzing him.
The man poking and prodding him suddenly grabbed his jaw and squeezed. "Open your eyes," he hissed. Legolas slowly obeyed and his blue eyes met the dull brown ones of the man. Satisfied, the man let go and stood back up.
"He'll do," the man told his friend, "Let's go pay." With that, both men left the tent. As the tent flap closed, a slight breeze rolled in and Legolas sobbed harder.
"Ada..." he whispered, "please save me. I'm...s-so scared."
After some time, the men returned. Arlack and Rannen came in behind them. Rannen went over to Legolas and began undoing the ropes around his arms and legs. Then, he hauled Legolas to his feet and pulled him in front of the other men. The man who had inspected Legolas came forward and took Legolas' arm from Rannen.
Legolas took a deep breath and drew up the courage to say, "What's...going on?" His voice came out quietly, but the men heard him nonetheless. They smirked cruelly.
"You're ours now, elfy."
The two men left Rannen and Alarck back in the tent and pulled Legolas alongside them. They headed to the edge of Alarck's camp where two horses where waiting.
The man holding onto Legolas pulled out some rope from his saddle bag and tied Legolas' hands in together in front of him before tying the extra rope to the horse's saddle. The men mounted their horses and set them off at a steady pace, Legolas stumbling after them to keep up. He was already exhausted from the events of the day and his stomach hurt badly. The elfling glanced down at his bare stomach and choked back a sob. The burn was beginning to fester and it hurt even to breath.
The sun had just set when the two men and elfling stopped. The men set up a small camp with a fire and began eating some food. Legolas was bound, hands and then feet and was forced to sit near the men. They didn't offer him food and he felt his stomach rumble. It had been several days since he had eaten.
Legolas looked across the plains towards the Great River longingly. He hoped his father would come for him, but now he wasn't sure anymore. He was losing hope and couldn't do anything about it.
Later, after one of the men had fallen asleep, the other sat, watching for signs of trouble. Legolas laid his head down upon the grass and closed his eyes, but sleep evaded him. He tried to readjust, but his bindings prevented him from getting comfortable.
He tried again a little later, and felt something bump his back. Suddenly, he felt his hair being pulled and he was forced to stand, even though he was unsteady. He looked at the man in confusion. He had no idea what he had done this time.
Legolas heard the other man stand up and glare at him. He almost shrunk away from them, but held just enough courage left to hold still.
"What do you think you're doing?" The man holding him growled.
"I-I..." Legolas didn't know what to say.
"Looks like we're gonna have to teach him a lesson, Gaster," the other man piped up. He had been sleeping and his hair was now a mess. He scratched his head, a wicked grin forming on his face.
"W-What did I...do?" The elfling whispered, frightened.
Gaster, still gripping Legolas' hair tightly, nodded to his companion, ignoring Legolas, "I do believe so." Without warning, he struck Legolas across his cheek. It was with such force, that it sent Legolas backwards and he landed on his back, the breath knocked out of him. He wheezed, trying to breathe when he was kicked in the ribs. Legolas curled in on himself as best he could, trying to deflect the blows.
But they just kept coming. One after another. Gaster knew where to strike and he hit Legolas hard with the tow of his boot, harder each time.
"How dare you!!!" A booming voice growled, anger laced in every word. The kicks stopped as the men turned to find the source of the voice.
But Legolas already knew the voice. It was his Ada. And he had come to save him.
"Ada..." Legolas mumbled out and then darkness overtook him and everything faded away.
"Oooh, poor little elf. That doesn't hurt does it?" The other man mocked. His companion removed his finger from the burn and began poking Legolas' ribs. He inspected his bare stomach and then moved to the elfling's tear streaked face. Legolas continued crying and he kept his eyes tightly shut, fear paralyzing him.
The man poking and prodding him suddenly grabbed his jaw and squeezed. "Open your eyes," he hissed. Legolas slowly obeyed and his blue eyes met the dull brown ones of the man. Satisfied, the man let go and stood back up.
"He'll do," the man told his friend, "Let's go pay." With that, both men left the tent. As the tent flap closed, a slight breeze rolled in and Legolas sobbed harder.
"Ada..." he whispered, "please save me. I'm...s-so scared."
After some time, the men returned. Arlack and Rannen came in behind them. Rannen went over to Legolas and began undoing the ropes around his arms and legs. Then, he hauled Legolas to his feet and pulled him in front of the other men. The man who had inspected Legolas came forward and took Legolas' arm from Rannen.
Legolas took a deep breath and drew up the courage to say, "What's...going on?" His voice came out quietly, but the men heard him nonetheless. They smirked cruelly.
"You're ours now, elfy."
The two men left Rannen and Alarck back in the tent and pulled Legolas alongside them. They headed to the edge of Alarck's camp where two horses where waiting.
The man holding onto Legolas pulled out some rope from his saddle bag and tied Legolas' hands in together in front of him before tying the extra rope to the horse's saddle. The men mounted their horses and set them off at a steady pace, Legolas stumbling after them to keep up. He was already exhausted from the events of the day and his stomach hurt badly. The elfling glanced down at his bare stomach and choked back a sob. The burn was beginning to fester and it hurt even to breath.
The sun had just set when the two men and elfling stopped. The men set up a small camp with a fire and began eating some food. Legolas was bound, hands and then feet and was forced to sit near the men. They didn't offer him food and he felt his stomach rumble. It had been several days since he had eaten.
Legolas looked across the plains towards the Great River longingly. He hoped his father would come for him, but now he wasn't sure anymore. He was losing hope and couldn't do anything about it.
Later, after one of the men had fallen asleep, the other sat, watching for signs of trouble. Legolas laid his head down upon the grass and closed his eyes, but sleep evaded him. He tried to readjust, but his bindings prevented him from getting comfortable.
He tried again a little later, and felt something bump his back. Suddenly, he felt his hair being pulled and he was forced to stand, even though he was unsteady. He looked at the man in confusion. He had no idea what he had done this time.
Legolas heard the other man stand up and glare at him. He almost shrunk away from them, but held just enough courage left to hold still.
"What do you think you're doing?" The man holding him growled.
"I-I..." Legolas didn't know what to say.
"Looks like we're gonna have to teach him a lesson, Gaster," the other man piped up. He had been sleeping and his hair was now a mess. He scratched his head, a wicked grin forming on his face.
"W-What did I...do?" The elfling whispered, frightened.
Gaster, still gripping Legolas' hair tightly, nodded to his companion, ignoring Legolas, "I do believe so." Without warning, he struck Legolas across his cheek. It was with such force, that it sent Legolas backwards and he landed on his back, the breath knocked out of him. He wheezed, trying to breathe when he was kicked in the ribs. Legolas curled in on himself as best he could, trying to deflect the blows.
But they just kept coming. One after another. Gaster knew where to strike and he hit Legolas hard with the tow of his boot, harder each time.
"How dare you!!!" A booming voice growled, anger laced in every word. The kicks stopped as the men turned to find the source of the voice.
But Legolas already knew the voice. It was his Ada. And he had come to save him.
"Ada..." Legolas mumbled out and then darkness overtook him and everything faded away.
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