To Love an Endangered Princess [Legolas Greenleaf Love]

Alone, With a King

Legolas’s POV

            For some reason there has been a disturbance in the palace since the night my father decided to go out for a ride on his stag. It is as if the very kingdom is growing cold and dying on the spot, and many of the elves are starting to become aware of the kingdom’s downfall. There has been talk spreading through the halls that the king is growing weak, and that I should be ready soon to take the throne with Vanya. My mind is still spinning from my last outburst, and more than usual. I keep imagining a dark Mirkwoodian prison cell with nothing but endless night and constant fear of never seeing the sun again. Yet there is something that keeps me alive, a courage that burns bright within my heart, yearning to be released and let out to take revenge on everyone and everything. But I bottle it up, waiting for the right moment in time to let it out and become the beacon of hope for my people. Then I snap out of it and I am back in my room staring sightlessly at the ceiling or wall. What have I been dragged into; I wish I had never set foot back in Mirkwood again.

            Vanya’s POV

            I walked along the halls of the palace of Mirkwood and I swore I heard a faint cry come from a door with guards around it. I shook my head and kept walking, only to have the same cry ring out from behind that door, and then I decided I would find out what it was. I approached the door and just as I feared the guard stepped forward and blocked my path, but I just gave them my well-known glare before they sidestepped slightly to let me through. I smiled to myself as I entered the door and began to descend the dark scarcely lit flight of stairs; no one could resist my glare.

            More cries rang out the deeper I went, and I could now feel a slight disturbance in the place around me; it seemed to be filled with fear and death, yet there was something more regal and powerful about it, and not in a bad way. Slowly I began to creep along the edge of the hall, and finally I came to a door, which was slightly ajar, and I peeked inside and almost puked my guts out when I saw what was going on.

            There was a wolf, lying sprawled out on the ground of what looked to be a prison cell, and all four legs were chained heavily to the wall behind it. Its neck was secured in a think chain collar, and the chains on its legs were also chain together like handcuffs. The wolf’s eyes were wide open and glazed with fear and unmistakable pain as its head lolled off to one side, secured in place by the chain collar. Glancing in more I caught sight of…King Thranduil, and he was kneeling slightly over the wolf’s mangled body. I winced looking at the creature, it was skinny and really small for a wolf, and it was so covered in blood and dirt that the color of the coat was barely recognizable, but as Thranduil rose from his spot near the creature a flash of white pelt was unmissable. Thranduil was holding a white wolf prisoner.

            My anger bubbled up towards the surface and I was on the verge of marching in there and murdering Thranduil myself. But he started to speak to the creature, and I stopped to listen in.

            “Ah, you fought well little wolf, but you are just like the weak princess of the white wolves. Your race will fall soon, and I will make sure you are the last of your kind to live out their days of downfall, and then I will let you die, slowly, painfully, and with so many memories of what will come. You put up a fight young pathetic creature, but I will always best you for I am your new owner. You will listen to me and only too me now; I own you for life.”

            That was it. This was now officially my boiling point, and I threw open the door with such force that the slam of the metal against the wall echoed throughout the small room. Thranduil’s head snapped up and he looked like a newborn fawn, eyes wide open full of shock and wonder at why I was standing there. I acted like I had just seen the wolf and I dropped to my knees beside it, and I put a comforting hand on its chest, feeling the raggedy breathing patterns and feeling pity for it. I turned my head towards the king and I lifted my hand and he flinched, like I was going to slap him. But I didn’t, I just gave him a nudge away from the wolf and I began unlocking the chains that bound the animal together with a set of keys on the floor near Thranduil.