To Hide a Princess

Chapter Thirteen

Elemmire POV

I wake up in a strange bed, in a strange room, feeling stiff and confused. After sleeping for weeks in the wilderness, inns and an old broken bed, it was a strange almost forgotten experience of waking up well rested and comfortable. Well as comfortable as you can be when injured and in bandages. On the bright side though I'm not bleeding to death and I'm alive.

Comforted by these happier thoughts I gradually wake up more and open my eyes. Then it hits me. Everything that happened yesterday. The Fight. Nearly Dying. Running Again. Legolas saving me. I'm at Rivendell. How could I be so stupid as to not realise this before. I have to escape. My room is beautiful and has about four arched doors. I run to the first door desperately pushing against it. There's no handle on the door but it doesn't open. It must be locked.

I run to the other three doors and push against all of them. None of them budge. I go to throw my body at it in a desperate need to leave. I cannot let him keep me, if he gets me he'll never let him go. I'm surprised he isn't here already watching me.

I speak to soon. Just as I run towards the door to throw myself at it in hope it will open, I hear a smooth voice behind me.

"The doors are locked, you know, you can't escape"

In my shock I crash strait into the door and crumple to the floor as the pain from the shoulder injury comes flooding back, almost making me faint. Legolas looks at me a smirk playing on his lips and signs. He walks across the room towards me and crouches next to me. He leans in close to my ear, his lips brushing my face. His hot breathe strokes my face and he whispers in my ear before hooking his arms under my legs and back lifting me up, cradling my injured body.

"Trouble aren't you"

I only send a glare back in response. I will escape. Just as soon as I am strong enough again. How could I escape in my weakened state.

"well it certainly took a while to find you but you're back here now. Where you belong. To stay."

He says still smirking as he lays me back on the bed gently. Arrogant asshole. He then brushes a piece of my hair out of my face as I now realise my hair has come out of its braid and is wild around my face. I slap his hand away from my face but he only chuckles. He's already treating me like his property and I won't have it.

"I am not yours. I never will be and I am leaving as soon as I am better." I declare, pushing myself to sit up on the bed, wincing in pain. Annoyance clouds his eye momentarily before they return to their usual calm state but his time with a hint more possession and danger. He pushes me back down on the bed and leans over me so his face is inches from mine.

"I didn't say you were mine but now that you have brought it up yes. Yes you are mine and will stay with me forever. You are not leaving. You are not escaping and I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side."

My eyes widen in fear as I gaze back at him, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. I can't help it, I blink first. I look back up to see him smirking down at me, possession and lust in his eyes. I open my mouth again to speak only to have him put a finger to my lips and shush me .Without another word he pushes himself up and with a wry smile he leaves the room.

I collapse back into my bed and hear a key turn in the lock of the door he just left. My mind in chaos and confusion, I shut my eyes and quickly fall into a deep sleep.