Eye of God POV
Laurel sobbed her heart out silently for a long time, she had never cried so much in her life. Cruel was all she can think of. Nor has she ever been in a situation where her heart is just left shattered in pieces, the king who locked her in this four confined walls happens to shares the same face as the man who finally happened to have her heart. James was the King or so she thought it was him but Laurel knew James wouldn't do this to her, Why? How? Laurel found it hard to remember if she did anything terrible for her to deserve such painful depressing weighs. 😭😔
Curled up in a corner of the cell Laurel just stared at the darkness with salted cheeks and a dusty face, her body became limp and more weaker. Laurel couldn't take it anymore she wanted to die and she wanted to die now, death than none other for herself but she wanted to hold and see Lyras' gift. To gaze at her brothers and sister just one last time before she dies, Papa and Mamas smile replaying in her mind and James' warm brown eyes. Laurel suddenly smiled at the thought only to be replaced by a frown of sadness as the James' face morphed into the Kings glare.☹️😫
Suddenly Laurel rose from where she sat and collected herself as she wiped her face, fixed her ebony hair into a bun and put on a straight face. She walked to the cell door looking out to the guards, she observed her surroundings as she noticed that she was in a cave where the dungeons had stairs and paths leading upwards to the exit and entrance with a guard on each side of the door.
Looking towards the closest guard that stood beside her cell she decided to call out, "Excuse me." She called out hoarsely but the guard kept a straight posture without moving. "Could I please see the Prince? He has something of mine that I need to see for just a short while." Laurel pleaded looking at the guard as he remained immobile, at that moment Legolas made his way down to the dungeons and heard Laurels' plea. Laurel kept looking at the guard with an irritated face, "Sir please...he has my families photographs in my locket...I need them please." Laurel pleaded holding the cell door tightly.
Legolas stood high from a path overhearing Laurels' plea to the guard and looked down at his pocket as he brought out the silver locket, opening the silver locket to look at Laurels' family. Legolas imagined what it would be like to have siblings or other family members that would care so much to carry a portrait of them, the people in the portrait wore smiles-real smiles...they could even convince his father that they were happy, his father hasn't done anything a father would do to his son. Legolas always observed his people and what fathers always did for their children something that his father never did for him when he was younger, "Please sir...I just want to see the Prince than I'll no longer bother you." Laurel begged but the guard but he did give her a small glance as Legolas made his way down to where Laurels' cell is.
Laurel gave a small sigh turning around and leaned on the cell door, "Is it wrong to wish I was never born?" Laurel exhaled as she slid down to the floor and hugged her knees. Legolas heard her and knew her intentions of wanting to kill herself, quickly walking out and in front of her cell he looked straight down at her with her back towards him. "How do you know the king?" Legolas suddenly asked as Laurel jerked from shock and moved away from the cell door, Laurel looked up to see the man from the forest and the one who brought her here. 😥😥
Laurel just stared at him and didn't speak, "You are not from around here, are you?" Legolas said turning and walked to the side of the cell door. Laurel just gave him a blank stare as she thought about the position she's in right now, "You can not be tongueless...after all...you have been begging for my audience." Legolas said as her turned to face her with a small courteous smile.
"Your the prince?" Laurel perked up as Legolas just stared at her brightly confused face, 'He's the prince that means he's the kings son but they look almost the same age unless they're brothers' this thoughts ran in Laurels mind. "How do you know my father?" Legolas asked as he squinted his eyes to convince Laurel of his seriousness, Laurel froze 'Father...Father...he's the kings son...why does the king look young? And why does he look like James.' This thoughts ran through Laurels' mind,as she suddenly looked down at the floor.
"Why did you bring me here?" Laurel asked hugging her legs while she stares at the floor, "Trespassers are to be captured and detained...my fathers orders." Legolas said as Laurel clenched her teeth, anger seem to take control of her. Whenever the King is mentioned she feels petrified and obscure towards her whole situation making her ambiguous and that's what made her feel angry she couldn't fix her inner self, Laurel sees herself to be having a struggle with her inner self- someone she saw as her enemy and now after she had gone through with herself to pull herself together and conquer her powers and inner self she stumbles back into losing her sanity.
"Your fathers orders?" She asked with a frown as she stood up and walked towards Legolas as he slightly took a step back, "Doesn't he look a little bit young to be a father for someone as grown as he is?" Laurel asked as she gripped on the cell bars to the door. Legolas finally realised that she is really not from this world, suddenly the lamps erupts up in flames as the guards ran to control it. 😡😡
"Where are you from?" Legolas asked her squinting his eyes this time he walked towards her, he felt heat from her and stared up at her as he reached for his dagger on his belt behind him. Legolas thought he should not have brought Laurel here as he now realise what she did with the room temperature, "You haven't answered my question yet?" Laurel said looking hard at him she was curious to know why his father looked so young.
Suddenly Legolas grabbed her shirt and pulled her towards him and held her head towards the cell bars with the dagger to her throat, "I will not ask again...where are you from?" Legolas dangerously said to her as fear took over her and suddenly the dungeons became hot. "I'm not from here." Laurel stuttered looking up at him as she grabbed his hand that held the dagger to her throat, "That is obvious but what world do you come from?" Legolas asked demandingly as Laurel felt the dagger almost penetrate through her skin. "I'm from another world but if I tell you what makes you think you'll believe me?" Laurel said as tears fell from her eyes, Legolas quickly lets go of her as she stumbles back crying.😔☹️🗡
He looked at her as she falls on her knees and wept, he felt sorry for her. Knowing that she must have been separated from her family and entering a world she hardly
knew. "You do not know where you are?" Legolas said putting his dagger aside, "What do you think these tears are for? Display?!" She yelled at him as she sobbed looking up at him.😾😾
"My brother who was suppose to protect me deceived me and trapped in this place with huge spiders, Elves and God knows what else is in this world that would just kill me." She cried onto her knees, Legolas stared pitifully at her as he brought the pendant from his pocket. "We are not trying to kill you." Legolas said as he kept his eyes on her, "Than mind explaining why I'm locked in a cell? I never did anything wrong...I don't even know the name of this world." She said looking up at him but she wasn't being honest, she knew what was happening between the rivals of good and evil in this world; she just did not know what type of creatures inhabited this world.😾
"Everything that enters this Kingdom never gets out...Mirkwood is a dangerous place to dwell in." Legolas said looking at her, "So you're telling me...you brought me here for my protection?" Laurel asked with a raised brow. "You are quite bright than a common female of the race of man." He stated observing her face, "Yeah I guess....wait!" Laurel said as stood up and looked at Legolas like he was crazy. "There are humans in this world?" Laurel asked Legolas with a curious face, "Yes the race of man." He said looking at her unemotionally. 😧
