Here is a small excerpt from the newest chapter of my LOTR story, "REVENGE"
“The Elves are getting closer you see… I’ve been told there are about fifty or so, which means the Elvenking isn’t as stupid as I thought he might be. There are plenty more Elves holed up in his halls in case of an attack. But that’s not something I need to concern myself with. My job is merely to hold the king… which has an added bonus of getting to keep you around as well. The Orcs and their lot can figure out how to get into those halls.”
At this, the corner of Legolas’ lip curved into a smirk. The ability to move was slowly returning and he almost laughed at the man’s stupidity.
“Something funny?” Tileng asked, tapping the underside of the prince’s chin with one blade.
That smirk just remained… and even when the man backhanded the Elf hard across the face… that smirk still held fast…
Legolas knew that the Orcs would never get into the halls of his father. Not without a descendant of Oropher to open the gates… and if the halls were sealed for an invasion… there would be no way in unless Legolia opened a door or window… and the prince was confident that his father’s advisers would never let her attempt it while a siege remained. They could send for help from Dale by way of the river, possibly even from Erebor, and perhaps from Imladris and Lorien given time. The Orcs would fail in claiming the Halls of the Elvenking as their own. His people could last for seasons within the fortress of his father’s making… it was precisely why it had been designed in such a way.
Again Tileng struck Legolas, though this time it was on the other cheek, once more snapping the Elf’s head to the side. But the smirk still remained… at least until the man grabbed a handful of blond hair and pulled hard. Blue eyes glared up at him as his head was forced backward. The knife moved to rest just against the prince’s right cheek… the point dangerously close to one eye.
“You infuriate me…” Tileng hissed. “If I didn’t want you to see my handiwork on your friend and father…”
But the man didn’t get to finish that sentence… because Legolas full on spat in his face. “Do not talk to me of that which infuriates you. The mere stench of you, Tileng, the sight and sound and feel of you disgusts me. Blind me if you see fit… because then I would not have to look upon one so wretched.”
Of course this did nothing to make the prince’s situation any better… but the human was threatening him and his father and his dearest friend. He was threatening all of Mirkwood!
Twirling the knife in his fingers, Tileng brought it down to stab through the prince’s left upper thigh. Legolas ground his teeth together to keep from crying out at the white hot agony that flared through his nerves and settled in his hip of all places. It did not cut all the way through however and soon Tileng withdrew the knife and touched the tip with one finger.
“You still bleed like I remember.” the man spoke, looking at the blood that pooled through the Elf’s green leggings.