“Re wanwa sai' en' agar taren Legolas.” (She lost a lot of blood Prince Legolas.) A voice as sweet as honey fills the room. I moan slightly at the voice and suddenly there is a presence at my side.
“Amarra, ier lle varna?” (Amarra, are you okay?) Legolas says, laying a hand on my cheek. I moan and bring my fingertips up to my lips.
“Alu.” (Water.) I croak. He nods and turns to the other voice.
“Fallaner Sadron, re tua alu.” (Healer Sadron, she needs water.) Legolas says. Almost instantly a cup is pressed to my lips and the cold water trickles down my throat. I moan as the cold soothes the soreness.
“Lady Amarra, you gave us quite a fright,” a voice says in the corner. I turn my head to locate it. Legolas wraps his arms around my waist to bring me to a sitting position. His hand falls on my forearm, and he does nothing to move it. My eyes land upon a tall elf, with hair like Legolas’. “I am Healer Sadron.” He says, bowing his head.
“I thank you for everything you did to help me. How long have I been out?” I say, bowing my head in respect. He blushes slightly. I suddenly cry out in pain as Legolas tightly grips my forearm.
“Fallaner auta lye.” (Healer, leave us.) Legolas whispers tersely. Sadron looks puzzled, but bows and exits the room. I give him a sorry glance as he passes me. Angry, I whip my head around to face Legolas.
“What was that all about?” I ask. My face turning red.
“Could you not see it, you naive princess? Healers are not supposed to have feelings.” He whispers angrily. I whip my arm away from him.
“All I did was bow my head! He did nothing? Are you jealous Price?” I ask, getting to my feet and pushing Legolas away. He stands back for a moment, his face red. He takes a couple calming breaths before speaking,
“Lle ier haba arwen Amarra.” (You are mine Lady Amarra.) He says. I shake my head.
“Lle ier raika mela taren ten' amin uuner.” (You are wrong dear Prince, for I am nobody’s.) I say, my voice shaking with rage. I take one last look at him and turn on my heel and dash from the room.
“Amarra putta!” (Amarra stop!) I hear him yell, but I don’t. I keep running until I bump into someone.
“Sorry, I did not see you th- Sadron?” I say, looking at the elf more closely. His long blonde hair feel past his shoulder blades, and his blue eyes pierced through my body. He bows at me.
“Lady Amarra. It is a pleasure to see you so soon.” I give him a polite smile.
“You need not bow.” I say, grabbing his hand. He looks at me strangely then smiles.
“I’m sorry about Legolas. He’s got it into his head that ‘I’m his’.” Sadron thinks on it for a moment.
“I feel that there is much more too it than you just being his property.” He whispered in my ear. I take a step back.
“Wha- what do you mean?” I ask.
“The prince never left your side the 3 days you were unconscious. He was bothering me every moment to make sure his mela (love) was alright.” He said.
“He called me that?” I ask.
Sadron nods. “I have never seen him act like this before, I have known him 1000s of years.”
“I think you’re lying.” I said. “He doesn’t care.”
“Oh, but I think he does. Why are here? Are you trying to make the Prince angry, because I assure you, it is not a wise decision Lady Amarra.” He says. I sigh and drop his hand.
“I guess you are right. He’s just so so-”
“Angry with Lady Amarra?” A voice finishes. I gasp and turn around. Legolas stands behind me his hands clenched in tight fists at his sides.
“Fallaner Sadron lle auta n'ala amin.” (Healer sadron you should leave before I do something bad.) He says through clenched teeth. Sadron nods at him and shoots me a small smile. Legolas frowns at Sadron and he leaves. As soon as he is out of sight, Legolas grabs my wrist and leads me down a darker hallway. We stop at the end and take a left. We pass a couple of doors and finally he opens one and pushes us both inside. He lights a candle and the rooms lights up. It is simply a slaves room.
“Why are we here?” I ask, careful not to touch anything. Legolas sets down the candle and breathes heavily to calm himself down. Without warning he grabs me and pushes me against the door.
“Manka lle tua ho a' putta varna auta ho ereb.” (If you want him to stay safe leave him alone.) He whispers into my neck.
“You can’t possibly be making threats Prince.” I spat back.
“Watch me.” He whispers. “If you go near him again without me in the room, I’ll give him to the Orcs.”
“You wouldn’t.” I state. He growls slightly.
“Oh but yes I would princess. When I said you are mine. I meant it.” He says. He lifts his head to look at me. He lifts his hand and brushes it over the side of my face, pushing my hair back behind my ear.
“T-thank you.” I mutter, scared by how close he was too me. He chuckles.
“I was so right about you Lady Amarra. You show your emotions to well.” He says. He leans forward and presses his lips against my forehead. We stand there in silence with his lips on me. He pulls away from me smiling, blows out the candle, and leaves me in the complete dark.
