Recap-
'If only she was free from this pain... I wonder what the Valar have in store for her.' He thought.
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* Words with dash's - & in Bold are mind-reading.
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Legolas stayed with Ameria until she awoke. Usually Elves don't sleep. - Unless they have spent too much of their energy. And that, she had. She slept for a few hours leaving Legolas sitting on the bed, rubbing circles on Ameria's back with her head on his lap passed out.
Soon she awoke, seemingly not remembering falling asleep.
"Legolas? What are you still doing here?" I asked, sitting up.
He smiled at me, "comforting you Ameria. And whilst doing so you fell asleep." Legolas said amused.
I blushed, "sorry about that. I need to get use to my powers and how much energy they take from me."
"It's quite alright, Ameria. I don't mind looking after you when you need me." Legolas spoke.
I looked into his eyes. Something was wrong.
"Legolas...what's wrong? Did something happen while I was asleep?"
He looked at me, "I'm afraid so, Ameria. My father came in and told me that the Dwarves Of Erebor need our aid. He plans to help them...I think. Though he wishes me to stay behind."
My eyes squinted. I knew Legolas all too well. "Your not going to stay, are you? You plan to follow your father."
"Indeed. I need to see what happened. He was vague on the details."
I sighed.
"Then let me at least come with you."
"No, Ameria. When my ada *father* wishes to bring an army with him, it is serious business. I want you nowhere near where he's going. I want you safe." He said seriously.
"Fine, Fine. I'll stay but only because you wished it!" I told him sternly.
Minutes later Legolas was out of Mirkwood, Weapons on following his father's trail to Erebor.
He arrived when the Dwarves were yelling for aid...only to see his father turn around, refusing. It broke his heart to see a race without a home. Why wouldn't Thranduil, his Ada *father* help them? It was clear they needed it! Legolas stood in the shadows as the elves of Mirkwood passed. After they left he stepped out of the shadows to meet the eye of the Prince of Erebor, Thorin. Though he didn't know it...at the time.
Seconds later Bolg came up behind him and hit Legolas on the head with his weapon.
As Legolas came-to he tried to free himself, but to no avail. He was tied up and on a horse. He couldn't help but think of his family and Ameria. What would they think? Or do?
They soon arrived at the Orc's hideout it was filthy, dank, and dark. Bolg got Legolas off of the horse and walked him up to Azog. His name was widely known across Middle Earth. Azog had an evil smile spread across his face as he talked in the foul language of the Orcs. (Brilliant, bring the elf-scum to the Witch.) Bolg nodded. And pulled Legolas with him, who tried to resist.
Soon, they came to an even darker part of their hideout which reeked of dark magic.
Legolas squirmed, feeling it roll across his body in waves. Bolg and a female chuckled.
"So, you feel the magic." She spoke.
Legolas looked up to see a woman covered in black, with blood staining her hands.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, a stubborn one. My favorite. Well done, Bolg. You may leave now."
And with that, the Witch and Legolas were alone.
"Where are my manners? I'm Sabine. And by the looks of you. If I'm correct, and if Bolg got his orders correct..." Sabine said circling Legolas. "...You must be none other then the Prince Of Mirkwood."
Legolas raised an eyebrow.
"Mmm, but you won't be him for much longer." She giggled.
'Ameria how I wish you could hear me...' He thought, eyes closed.
For, Legolas was silently panicking. He had no weapons, no powers... He was useless against this Witch. His only hope was his father, and Ameria possibly Mithrandir.
He dared to ask Sabine "what do you plan on doing to me?"
"Oh, I won't be telling, it'll give away the surprise!" She responded.
"Too bad you'll lose that lovely voice however..."
Legolas sighed.
Sabine started to get her potions ready, she also cleaned up her table for patients to lie on. It had straps to hold one's arms, legs, and head down.
She grinned, and forced Legolas to lie down. Strapping him in.
He silently prayed to the Valar to watch over his family and Ameria.
Then, began the transformation. Sabine forced his mouth open, pouring a purple liquid into his mouth, then chanted. He began to feel his body change and clothes rip. Screams were heard. His skin changed color, and his body grew in size. The straps broke as he did. She had morphed him into an Orc, like the others. Sabine cut his hair and forced another potion down his throat so I'd never grow back whilst he was an Orc. However, his skin was green unlike the others. What hadn't changed, we're his striking Blue Eyes.
Sabine let him sit up, giving him some clothes and clapped her hands. "Brilliant!" She yelled.
Soon, Azog came in. (I see the transformation worked. Well done, Sabine.)
"Thank you, Azog. What are your plans for him now?" She asked, having learned their language.
(We shall turn him into one of us. And go from there.) Azog replied.
Azog took the now transformed Legolas by the arm and put him in a cell.
His memories were slowly fading, he could feel it - even minutes after being transformed. However, he didn't understand how he didn't know their language.
