Legolas's pov
When I come back to reality, my head is throbbing and blood pounds in my ears and behind my eyes. I groan in agony. My eyes blink open and I see that I am hanging upside down in what appears to be a prison cell. My limbs are tingly and numb, so I try to move to improve my circulation.
"Hello?" I groan, my voice hoarse and dry. The only response I get is the dripping of water in the distance. "HELLO?" I try again, a little louder, but my head flares in pain at my volume. Suddenly there is footsteps. I look and see the elf from the Stonebird Tavern.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want from me?" I growl, trying to sound as menacing as possible. He strides over to me slowly, his boots making light clicks on the stone floor. I can hardly focus on him with my suddenly blurry vision.
"I want my revenge." He says.
"On who?"
"Your father." He answers, simply. He leans on the rope that is holding me upside down, causing my to sway back and forth, creating nausea inside me. "Oh, yes I know who you are," He puts his face near mine, causing me to smell his strong alcohol tinged breath, "Legolas."
Glynn's pov
"Have you seen a young elf with blonde hair and blue eyes?" I ask a man working at the Stonebird Tavern. He looks up at me from cleaning a mug.
"Maybe, why?" He asks, starring at me suspiciously. I know how these tavern folks work, they always want money for answers. I put a small pouch of coins on the counter.
"Tell me everything." And he did.
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The Prince of Mirkwood (a Legolas fan fiction)
FanfictionI watch in horror, as the arrow lodges itself into Legolas's chest. He grunts slightly and then falls to the ground, unmoving. I feel a tear form in my eye. "NO!" I shriek.
