~In progress~
Set around the year 2060
Mirkwood fights to keep the enemy at bay. Prince Legolas, leading Captain of King Thranduil's military, prepares new recruits to join Mirkwood's patrols. In these novices, he finds a young she-elf. For reasons...
A gust of wind blew the hair back from his shoulders revealing a delicately pointed ear.
Legolas and Rhavaniel couldn't conceal the utter shock from their eyes, and a gasp flew past their lips. An elf?
"Who are you?" Legolas' hissed, his voice slicing through the veil of silence.
The dark elf raised a dark brow, not liking Legolas' tone of voice. He clasped his hands behind his back. A cold smile crept to his lips that did not quite reach his eyes. "I have too many names I've seen to lost count," his voice held dry amusement. "Esgaldel I prefer."
Rhavaniel shot him daggers with her eyes. Her mind couldn't comprehend howa being of light could turn to such darkness. Seeing his dark hair, she speculated he was of Noldorin heritage. "What do you want with us," she spat.
Esgaldel noticed her scrutiny. A twisted grin formed on his face and Rhavaniel shuddered despite herself. "Simple." He moved in closer. "You to do my bidding, elfling."
Legolas struggled free from the hands holding him and stood protectively in front of Rhavaniel.
The orc charged at Legolas, but Esgaldel called him off without breaking eye contact with Rhavaniel. "Ah, your lover?" He taunted and turned his eyes to Legolas, holding his fierce gaze.
"You will not touch her," Legolas' voice held the promise of death. He clenched his fists until he felt the bite of his nails. He had to control himself, there was no telling was this Esgaldel was capable of, but Mirkwood was a silent reminder of the horrors he possessed. Things would only end up worse if he struck out foolishly.
Esgaldel burst into laughter, the malicious sound echoed over the room and seemed to surround them before he stopped abruptly. "I have no need. She will obey me through you."
Both Rhavaniel and Legolas shared a baffled expression.
"I hoped you wouldn't understand. I'd very much like to demonstrate," Esgaldel ran his tongue over his lips. "Shall we?" He motioned towards a table far to the right and watched as both elves eyes followed.
Legolas gulped at the many different devices laying on the table. His heart constricted at the thought of their uses. Rhavaniel's hand grasp his arm, and his heart tore when he felt her tremble.
"No volunteers?" The dark elf lowered his head and sighed in mock hurt. His head lifted, and he met Rhavaniel's furious eyes. She was so different than the male elf. There was something so wild in her veins, yet there was also grief in her eyes, much like his own. She lost control easily, he could tell just by looking at her. She would be easy to break, he only needed to light her fire. "You suffer, don't you? You have lost everything."
Rhavaniel's eyes flashed with hatred. Before she could even think, she struck out her fist. A firm hand grabbed it before she could make contact, and she looked up to see Legolas' warning eyes. She desperately struggled to pull her hand free while attempting in vain to block out the memories of that fateful day.
A chuckle echoed into the room, and Esgaldel began clapping his hands. "At least one of you has sense," his emotionless eyes focused on Legolas who held them steadily. He was impressed with the elf's strength, and he would crush it in his hands, just like he was by his master. "I will enjoy breaking you, Prince." He smiled as Legolas' eyes widened at his identity being revealed before snapping his fingers twice, and his orcs jumped into action, grabbing the struggling elves and forcing them to their knees. He noticed Legolas wince, and his eyes roamed over the bandages around him. "Are you hurt, little elfling?" His voice held mock concern, and he smiled at the glare Legolas shot him.
Both Legolas and Rhavaniel's eyes flashed with utter hatred. They gave up struggling against the filthy hands holding them in place knowing it would do them no good. Hope was beginning to become a vague memory.
"How about we play a little game of obedience," Esgaldel began pacing in from of them, his dark robes trailing behind him. "I make the rules of course."
"We do not want your games," Rhavaniel hissed. She wanted to kill this sick being of evil. To watch as his blood poured from his lifeless body.
Esgaldel stopped pacing and knelt beside a very agitated Rhavaniel, ignoring Legolas' threatening gaze. "It wasn't a question, firey one," he whispered as if to calm her. "If you win, you can kill me. If I win, I will make your little lover feel things he's never imagined."
Rhavaniel could care less that he labeled them as lovers. Her blood boiled at the thought of his hands touching Legolas. She clenched her fists and nodded her head. She would play his filthy games if it meant protecting Legolas, but little did she know there was no way around it.
"Good," he said simply before standing and offering his hand to Rhavaniel.
She went to take it, but Legolas pleaded for her not to. She shook her head and took his cold hand, blocking out Legolas' cry of frustration. She gritted her teeth and met Esgaldel's eyes steadily waiting for the "rules."
"When I tell you to do something, do it or he-" Esgaldel's motioned towards Legolas, "-will pay. You must complete the tasks or your little lover will suffer."
Rhavaniel shot a worried look at Legolas before nodding. She tried and failed to conceal her dismay.
Laughter surrounded them before vanishing like a vapor. "Good. Let us begin."
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