The Lost Queen Of The Elves

Chapter 5 Living In The Dark

A/N: The chapter isn't entirely finished but I felt it was time I posted something at least. It will be completed ASAP

Alone in her chamber Ilya sleeps, every waking thought is of her Legolas. Even in his death she thinks of him, good or bad dreams she always awakes unable to breath and soaked with sweat. Her love for him is still strong and she wills his life or his happiness in a better place.

Suddenly she awakes, but is pulled back by the chains in which she is bound every night. She does her best to deceive the dark Lord but he still has no trun hen her and he becomes inpatient at the slow development of his power.

‘Legolas’ she whispers as she stares at the ceiling.

‘I pray thee, wherever he is, keep him safe as he is safe in my heart’ she prays and begins to cry as she has done every night for a thousand years.

*****************

Lord Drimville sits in the chamber of Dillondrion taping his metal adorned fingers on the table

‘Well’ he asks

‘My Lord this is a difficult process of translation’ Dillondrion tells him

‘I know that fool, you’ve been telling me so for thousands of years’ he knocks a cup from the table and shouts

‘I shall not wait much longer, how much further have you got’

‘Very well my Lord, this is what I’ve got so far’. Dillondrion picks up the piece of paper and reads

‘A child of a child from the innocence of innocence shall be one of one’

‘What in Darkness’ name does that mean’ Drimville screams growing angrier by the second

‘Well my Lord, it means that the child of the Princess shall be your heir, the ruler of all evil.’

‘So I must have a child with her to rule’

‘Not exactly my Lord’

‘Well what then’ he says lifting Dillondrion from his chair by his collar

‘The child must be born of love, born from the love that the Princess shares with another’

‘So basically you’re telling me that we’ve been keeping her from those she loves for a thousand years when it’s those who she loves who will fulfill the prophecy’

‘Yes my Lord it would appear so’

‘Perfect then we reunite her with the one she loves’

‘But my Lord we do not know if he lives’

Drimville exploded with rage

‘Curses, curses, that’s it I’ve had it, kill those confounded orcs who took her and send the others to find out if the Prince of Mirkwood lives’

With that he stormed out of the room and to the Princesses chamber.

**********************

Lord Drimville knocked on the chamber door and then went in. With a sly smile he sat in the chair by Ilya’s bed. She turned her head away in shame.

‘Come my child there is no need for that. Can we not talk for once’ he said, a scheme forming in his mind.

‘I have nothing to talk about save the grief in my heart’

Drimville smiled again.

‘Well now child as much as it would pleasure me to hear about the suffering of others, I do not wish it so upon you. May we not talk about something more tasteful, for instance, my new discovery’

‘What new discovery’ she asked.

‘It appears my Lady that having you in my castle is far to much than I am willing for. You are a burden to me, one which I do not wish for’

‘Then why do you not just kill me and let me be at peace’

‘Now I couldn’t do that my Lady, but in time I may grow tiresome and desire a ritual execution fear not upon that’ However if your ways are to my satisfaction in the meantime, then I may set you free’

‘To your satisfaction’ she said confused.

‘In short Princess, obey me and do not cross me then I just might grant you your freedom. Though an uneventful freedom it may well be, for your love is dead many years since as you know’

Tears began to fall from Ilya’s eyes.

‘Now, now I am in no mood for such childish displays, cry if you will I shan’t bear your cries.’

With that he got up and headed for the door. Just before he left he turned back to her

‘Remember what I said Princess’ he warned and thensed sed the door.

****************************************

Many long nights of restless rising finally brought Legolas to the outskirts of Mordor. He hardly slept or ate, but he had to draw his strength from love or what else did he have.
On the nights he did fall into a shot, restless sleep, clutched to his chest would be the locket that Elrond gave him before he left Rivendell. Inside was his likenss and that of the Ilya on the other side.
“How I long to gaze upon your beauty, even if it is before I die” he pondered to himself
“Don’t give up hope my Princess, I will gladly go to my death to give you your freedom, ll I ask is that you remember me in your heart”
The air was thick with dust and dirt. The heat of the foul place had been rekindled. It was hard for Legolas to see or even breath. Any ordinary man would have turned back, but Legolas went ahead without hesitation into the dark lands.

******************************

Lord Drimville sat once again uneasy on his throne, lifeless corpses of the imprisoned Elves from his dungeons at his feet, the blood from their necks pooling around him, yet still he was uneasy.
Suddenly Dillondrion and a small group of Orcs burst into the room.
“My Lord, my Lord” the pitiful human wailed, flinging his arms in the air, whilst trying to dodge the bleeding bodies on the floor.
“Yes, yes what is it now” the frustrated Lord asked.
“The Elf my Lord, the Prince of Mirkwood”
“What of him”
At this the Orc ploughed their way through blood and entrails to kneel before their Master.
“He’s here my Lord,” one of them said.
“What do you mean he’s here”?
“We saw him, he’s sneaking about the outside of the fortress”
The evil Lord got up from his throne, reaching for the sword hung upon the orcs belt. With fire in his eyes he held it to the Orcs throat
“Are you sure, Elves are not easily seen and your eyes I very much believe could have been deceived”
“No my Lord, the Elf is here, you may come and see for yourself”
Lord Drimville lowered the sword and sat back on his throne, fingering the blade anxiously.
“No need, if he is here, I want him before me now, I want every one of your troops surrounding him and I mean yesterday”
He threw the sword to the Orc and slammed his fist on the armrest.
“Get out” and bring me that Elf”
The Orcs departed swiftly. Dillondrion went to follow them, not keen on being around his Master in the flustered temper he was in, but the doors shut before him.
“And where do you think you’re going” Drimville grinned.
“Ah, well my Lord…I was going to…to oversee the capture of prince Legolas, I take it that you do not wish him to be harmed…much…and your Orcs do tend to be a little…boisterous”
“True, but they know my orders” the Lord dismissed.
“Well Dillondrion, it seems I have one less thin to worry about, who would have thought the Elf would fall right into my hands”
“Indeed my Lord”
“Join me in a toast”
Dillondrion’s stomach churned when Drimville took two goblets of blood in his hand.
“Forgive me my Lord but isn’t it a bit premature for celebrations” he said, trying to put him off.
“Are you trying to make me angry!” Drimville snapped
“Oh no, no absolutely not your evilness”
“Then don’t!!!” he spat holding the goblet out.