A portal opens in the ground under Leareth and then he's through it and then a second after that someone pulls a piece of jewelry over his head and tightens the chain, a bit too far - 

"Don't choke him," someone objects in Quenya -

- the chain loosens, and he's lying on the ground in a room with a richly carpeted floor and magic lights glittering in the ceiling. Some of the people standing around are Dwarves. 

"Is it working?"

"If it weren't we'd be dead, so I'd say, yes, it's working."

"You should tie him up anyway."

And then a hand on his cheek, surprisingly gentle. "Leareth? It's okay. You're safe here. We can't trust you, but you're safe here. And we'll figure something out."

A portal opens in the ground under Leareth and then he's through it and then a second after that someone pulls a piece of jewelry over his head and tightens the chain, a bit too far - 

"Don't choke him," someone objects in Quenya -

- the chain loosens, and Leareth's lying on the ground in a room with a richly carpeted floor and magic lights glittering in the ceiling. Some of the people standing around are Dwarves. 

"Is it working?"

"If it weren't we'd be dead, so I'd say, yes, it's working."

"You should tie him up anyway."

And then a hand on his cheek, surprisingly gentle. "Leareth? It's okay. You're safe here. We can't trust you, but you're safe here. And we'll figure something out."

A portal opens in the ground under Leareth and then he's through it and then a second after that someone pulls a piece of jewelry over his head and tightens the chain, a bit too far - 

"Don't choke him," someone objects in Quenya -

- the chain loosens, and Leareth's lying on the ground in a room with a richly carpeted floor and magic lights glittering in the ceiling. Some of the people standing around are Dwarves. 

"Is it working?"

"If it weren't we'd be dead, so I'd say, yes, it's working."

"You should tie him up anyway."

And then a hand on his cheek, surprisingly gentle. "Leareth? It's okay. You're safe here. We can't trust you, but you're safe here. And we'll figure something out."

A portal opens in the ground under Leareth and then he's through it and then a second after that someone pulls a piece of jewelry over his head and tightens the chain, a bit too far - 

"Don't choke him," someone objects in Quenya -

- the chain loosens, and Leareth's lying on the ground in a room with a richly carpeted floor and magic lights glittering in the ceiling. Some of the people standing around are Dwarves. 

"Is it working?"

"If it weren't we'd be dead, so I'd say, yes, it's working."

"You should tie him up anyway."

And then a hand on his cheek, surprisingly gentle. "Leareth? It's okay. You're safe here. We can't trust you, but you're safe here. And we'll figure something out."