A Witch's Revenge

Chapter 8: Rescue

The next day both sides were getting ready for their exchange each wanting what they prized most. Radelia put on her best clothes and made herself as regal looking as possible, knowing it would help them take her more seriously. After she was dressed and ready she opened Legolas's cell door. The little three year old was leaning on his knees held up by the chains on his wrists.

Radelia then went and zapped the chains off his wrists causing him to fall to the floor. Immediately she called for Yoric and Salazar and ordered them to tie Legolas's arms to a beam. Quickly they did so making sure the little elfling was tightly secured to the beam. There his head hung down along with the rest of his tiny body. Radelia smiled wickedly knowing she was about to have her revenge completed. She then waved her hand in a circle causing a portal to open. As Radelia went through it she was filled with anticipation to see Thranduil's shocked face at the state of his son.

Meanwhile back at Mirkwood, Thranduil was putting on his armor he usually saved for battle, but unsure of the type of treachery he might face he was prepared. Thranduil lead a battalion of 20 elven soldiers each armed with their bows and slings of arrows as well as their elvish swords. They marched through the forest Thranduil mounted on his stag towards the destination.

The small army eventually reached the said waterfall they were supposed to meet at and stood there waiting for the other party to show up. Soon a hooded figure came to the waterfalls edge and stopped just before they reached it.. The figure removed thier hood to reveal an elleth with long slightly wavy brown hair and distinct grey eyes. Immediately Thranduil recognized this elleth as Radelia, she really hadn't changed in all those years.

"Well hello Thranduil I see you brought your friends to insure our little trade off."

"Where is my son Radelia!"

"Ohh I see we want to get to the point of our little chat well I'd be happy to oblige. Yoric! Salazar! Bring the little elf brat out"

Thranduil felt a small tinge of anger at the fact that Radelia had the audacity to call his son a brat. But no sooner had he thought that the two aforementioned men came out with a small elfling hanging off a thick wood pole. Thranduil was horrified at what he saw, his son hanging pale, lifeless, bruised, spotted with blood, and torn up clothes.

"What have you done to my son, you wicked witch!"

Thranduil's blood was practically boiling within his veins.

"I only gave him some well deserved pain and suffering for once in his life. You could call it an eye for an eye, the son shall pay for the sins of his father. I don't really care what you call it, but your wrongs shall be paid for! Now pay up the jewels or you son gets it!"

A wicked idea popped into her head all the sudden.

"How about I make my own insurance policy to make sure you don't betray me."

She held out her hand and suddenly a small set of chains with a large weight was floating above it. She then made them wrap around Legolas causing him to sink down more and stretching his tiny arms. The two men then held the elfling directly over the waterfall.

"Now if you or any of your warriors harm me or my associates, your son shall drop into the water below. You see these chains are made of pure iron so he will sink very quickly, and there will be no chance of saving him."

Thranduil's heart beated faster as his concern for his son turned into an all consuming fear.

"But before we trade anything over, I bet you and your warriors curious of how I got to this position. Well I will tell you all of the true terrible and the unloyal nature of your king."