Battle. Blood. Fury. Cries. Electric storm.
There were too many evil creatures. I sense our hopes dying. Their victory is near. Suddenly some unexpected event happens. A painful feeling on my arm distracts my attention. When I look at it, I see blood. My red fluids jumping furiously from the recent wound. I can only scream. The pain is too strong to bear. Waves of despair reach my brain and knock my waking life down.
A stinky smell wakes me up. The minute I open my eyes I realize I'm deadly wounded and that the wound in my arm was the first of endless ones that covered all over my body. I can feel Death smirking right at me. I always thought that when my life came to an end, I was going to react as every warrior reacts, facing his death with honor and bravery. However, I could not felt more afraid of the events to come, if in fact I was going to live a few more seconds.
The stormy weather was still in progress, achieving its main goal: to drown the meadows, weakening creatures ' hearts in a certain manner which almost led them to their tombs.
Again, my attention is diverted. I see countless numbers of warriors scattered in the field; some are still alive, some are in an agonizing condition, most of them having been slain in battle.
One of the evil creatures remained in the field to enjoy the sight. Darkness had triumphed over the light. Evil was victorious above good. He smirked at the corpuses and spit on a few near him. In that instant, he realized that there was one still alive in spite of the infinite deadly wounds it possessed.
-This one will be my last one. - said between growls and awfully loud noises.
The creature approach the still-alive warrior. Once it was within his sight range, he realized that the dangerously wounded one was a human. But not any kind of human. It was a female human at the bridge of her death.
-If you hold some religious belief as all humans do, say your prayers for I might kill you- spitted the evil foe figure.
-Do kill me, damned one. I care about nothing anymore. -
- Do not tell me what to do, miserable mortal - said the creature kicking the female human in the stomach. This cause her to throw up more of her precious blood. - I think that I shall amused myself before I finished with your pathetic existence. Ay, I shall do that- uttered the creature while he lifted the woman up, placing her on his shoulders and taking her as his slave.
Will my misery never end?. Could not be possible to die before this foe places a finger on me?. Damned !!!!
Abruptly, Legolas's Fea returns from his mystical journey to the waking life, all covered in sweat and with his blue-hazel eyes wide opened.
- Someone is in danger- said the elf looking concerned. However, the mighty lord of sleep enchanted his Fea one more time.
In spite of the fact that it was dawn, the sky remained dark. It seemed as if some evil dragon had eaten the Sun, stealing that precious light.
The morning was not announcing a good day for all the inhabitants of Middle- earth. The perfect premonition is always made by the weather.
- Remember that Nature is wise, extremely wise- Thrandruil has said to me once when i was 200 years old, just a toddler.
As an elfling, he was taught that nightmares and thunderstorms were a bad sign in any elf life span, whether they themselves were involved in the said nightmare or some loved one.
Dark clouds filled up the sky, providing sadness and gloomy feelings to those who stare at it. Legolas himself could not escape this truth. Grey days always made him sad.
"Nothing good could come from this day. I fear for what may happen", he said to himself.
He could not be more assertive in his thoughts. A strange breeze fell his bedroom. Suddenly he felt that he could not breathe, fear came all over his body and darken his soul. Legolas was helpless...for the first time in his old elvish years did he feel fear in such a powerful way. Other feelings that overwhelmed his soul were despair, anxiety and anger.
He felt the pain that being was feeling. He tried with all of his strength to approach were the silhouette was lying.
Once his mind brought him back to reality, he realized that his heart was beating furiously against his chest and that his pulse was out of control. He was almost getting/ reaching to the brink of his own destruction when suddenly he was arouse by a thunder.
-It was a nightmare- he said to himself, quite amazed - Something evil is happening not far away from here, but why has it come to warn me? I am neither a wizard, not a fortune-teller-
He decided that he should comment this to his father so as not to make wrong assumptions. He left from his chambers and went down the stairs. As he passed by, many guards greeted him kindly, but eventually changed his facial expressions when they looked at the concerned glance of the prince.
After reaching the foot of the stairs, Legolas aimed at his father's chambers. He was not there. The prince knew two other places where his father might be, so he went to nearest one. The great fountain in the central garden was the favorite spot of Thranduil due to the quietness surrounding the area. The fountain brought him peace to his hasten thoughts and was the area where he regained saneness.
- What seems to be troubling your mind, my son?- said Thranduil the minute he percibed the presence of his only son, the prince Legolas Greenleaf.
Legolas depicted his Fea's oneiric quest while it departed from his Hroa to his father, the King Thranduil of Mirkwood, whose concerned increased severely at the last part of his son's narration.
- It is not a good sign that a storm is about to break. Remember what I used to tell you about the....
- ...the weather, yes. I remember.-
Blood all over her face, blood all over her body, blood all over her; stinky dry blood stuck in every inch of her skin. Awfully traumatic nightmares woke her up. At first, it was difficult for her to stabilize/ focus her sight. Everything was beyond blurry. However, after a few minutes her surroundings started to have a clear and particular shape. But there was something that confused her. She saw a huge dark hand approaching her face.
-A slap in the face, that's what she needs- said the dark elves, laughing at the burst of frightful tears that came from the slap and from her reddish eyes.
-I think that she needs more than that. She requires extreme discipline at the edge of a whip- said the one that seem of a superior rank.
-or knife- said another one who was not that far away from the conversation.
Maniacal laughter brought her to the conscious level again. She realized that she was been held hostage by a bunch of.elves?. That couldn't be right. Elves are pacific people that only attack others when they think their lives are at risk or when war approaches them unexpectedly. However, they were pretty similar to the elves, with slight differences though.
They appearance was totally different. They seemed like evil creatures that had a semblance to those pacific, heavenly creatures.
[Wounds, deep cuts, more blood, pain.always pain]
Why her? What have she done to deserve such pains? Why did she have to go through/ live such painful situations? Pain, more pain, that awful feeling of pain was ever increasing, completely devastating her strength and her will to continue living. The stinky smell of red blood coming from her wounds rise up to her nose one more time, making her sick.
How shall I ever returned to where I belong to heal my body or to have an honorable death? And who are these beings? Better, what are they?
One of the creatures looks at her realizing that she was conscious.
-Well, well, well. Finally the mortal female decides to join our little gathering. Shall we start, my lord?- said the one in the lower rank.
-Let the games begin!!!! Bring the female closer to the center, Rhakj- said the creature they called burz-guul burzum durub(ruler of darkness)(*1)see
She felt how rudely these creatures brought her to the mid-point of what seemed a sort of arena.
Oh, no! For the flames of Angband, what evil proceedings will they perform on me?-she thought as she felt the dry dust burning and itching in her wounded mouth, for she was being drag down to a certain spot in the enormous ancient fighting circle/scenario.
-Let us see what she is capable of- grunted Gurth-dûr with a devilish smile on his ugly face. He intended to experiment with the female human as regards human resistance and attitudes towards death, pain, etc. His main purpose was to study humans closer to facilitate future encounters or battles. He was trying to get a dishonest and hideous advantage.
Three creatures approached her stiff and bruise body ,and looked deeply in her eyes. The quick glance she gave at those piercing holes was enough to let her know that their intentions towards her were not good ones. At that precise moment, the physical punishment started.
More pain. When will it stop/ ceased? - she thought as the animal's foot struck her right cheek making her suffered a senseless/silence feeling.
After receiving a handful of punches and kicks in different parts of her already-in-pain body, her limbs started to become numb.
Once Gurth-dûr saw blood coming out of her eyes, he ordered his soldiers to stop the punishment.
-She is blind now. The next sunset she will lose another important part of this stupid race. They are extremely vulnerable beings. They will not be useful as slaves. They have weak bodies. Take her back to her cell! - yelled Gurth-dûr.
Darkness overcame her quickly. Even her soul was frightened from the tormented suffering she had gone through. The woman thought that this was the end...
(*1)VER Gurth-dûr -dark death
There were too many evil creatures. I sense our hopes dying. Their victory is near. Suddenly some unexpected event happens. A painful feeling on my arm distracts my attention. When I look at it, I see blood. My red fluids jumping furiously from the recent wound. I can only scream. The pain is too strong to bear. Waves of despair reach my brain and knock my waking life down.
A stinky smell wakes me up. The minute I open my eyes I realize I'm deadly wounded and that the wound in my arm was the first of endless ones that covered all over my body. I can feel Death smirking right at me. I always thought that when my life came to an end, I was going to react as every warrior reacts, facing his death with honor and bravery. However, I could not felt more afraid of the events to come, if in fact I was going to live a few more seconds.
The stormy weather was still in progress, achieving its main goal: to drown the meadows, weakening creatures ' hearts in a certain manner which almost led them to their tombs.
Again, my attention is diverted. I see countless numbers of warriors scattered in the field; some are still alive, some are in an agonizing condition, most of them having been slain in battle.
One of the evil creatures remained in the field to enjoy the sight. Darkness had triumphed over the light. Evil was victorious above good. He smirked at the corpuses and spit on a few near him. In that instant, he realized that there was one still alive in spite of the infinite deadly wounds it possessed.
-This one will be my last one. - said between growls and awfully loud noises.
The creature approach the still-alive warrior. Once it was within his sight range, he realized that the dangerously wounded one was a human. But not any kind of human. It was a female human at the bridge of her death.
-If you hold some religious belief as all humans do, say your prayers for I might kill you- spitted the evil foe figure.
-Do kill me, damned one. I care about nothing anymore. -
- Do not tell me what to do, miserable mortal - said the creature kicking the female human in the stomach. This cause her to throw up more of her precious blood. - I think that I shall amused myself before I finished with your pathetic existence. Ay, I shall do that- uttered the creature while he lifted the woman up, placing her on his shoulders and taking her as his slave.
Will my misery never end?. Could not be possible to die before this foe places a finger on me?. Damned !!!!
Abruptly, Legolas's Fea returns from his mystical journey to the waking life, all covered in sweat and with his blue-hazel eyes wide opened.
- Someone is in danger- said the elf looking concerned. However, the mighty lord of sleep enchanted his Fea one more time.
In spite of the fact that it was dawn, the sky remained dark. It seemed as if some evil dragon had eaten the Sun, stealing that precious light.
The morning was not announcing a good day for all the inhabitants of Middle- earth. The perfect premonition is always made by the weather.
- Remember that Nature is wise, extremely wise- Thrandruil has said to me once when i was 200 years old, just a toddler.
As an elfling, he was taught that nightmares and thunderstorms were a bad sign in any elf life span, whether they themselves were involved in the said nightmare or some loved one.
Dark clouds filled up the sky, providing sadness and gloomy feelings to those who stare at it. Legolas himself could not escape this truth. Grey days always made him sad.
"Nothing good could come from this day. I fear for what may happen", he said to himself.
He could not be more assertive in his thoughts. A strange breeze fell his bedroom. Suddenly he felt that he could not breathe, fear came all over his body and darken his soul. Legolas was helpless...for the first time in his old elvish years did he feel fear in such a powerful way. Other feelings that overwhelmed his soul were despair, anxiety and anger.
He felt the pain that being was feeling. He tried with all of his strength to approach were the silhouette was lying.
Once his mind brought him back to reality, he realized that his heart was beating furiously against his chest and that his pulse was out of control. He was almost getting/ reaching to the brink of his own destruction when suddenly he was arouse by a thunder.
-It was a nightmare- he said to himself, quite amazed - Something evil is happening not far away from here, but why has it come to warn me? I am neither a wizard, not a fortune-teller-
He decided that he should comment this to his father so as not to make wrong assumptions. He left from his chambers and went down the stairs. As he passed by, many guards greeted him kindly, but eventually changed his facial expressions when they looked at the concerned glance of the prince.
After reaching the foot of the stairs, Legolas aimed at his father's chambers. He was not there. The prince knew two other places where his father might be, so he went to nearest one. The great fountain in the central garden was the favorite spot of Thranduil due to the quietness surrounding the area. The fountain brought him peace to his hasten thoughts and was the area where he regained saneness.
- What seems to be troubling your mind, my son?- said Thranduil the minute he percibed the presence of his only son, the prince Legolas Greenleaf.
Legolas depicted his Fea's oneiric quest while it departed from his Hroa to his father, the King Thranduil of Mirkwood, whose concerned increased severely at the last part of his son's narration.
- It is not a good sign that a storm is about to break. Remember what I used to tell you about the....
- ...the weather, yes. I remember.-
Blood all over her face, blood all over her body, blood all over her; stinky dry blood stuck in every inch of her skin. Awfully traumatic nightmares woke her up. At first, it was difficult for her to stabilize/ focus her sight. Everything was beyond blurry. However, after a few minutes her surroundings started to have a clear and particular shape. But there was something that confused her. She saw a huge dark hand approaching her face.
-A slap in the face, that's what she needs- said the dark elves, laughing at the burst of frightful tears that came from the slap and from her reddish eyes.
-I think that she needs more than that. She requires extreme discipline at the edge of a whip- said the one that seem of a superior rank.
-or knife- said another one who was not that far away from the conversation.
Maniacal laughter brought her to the conscious level again. She realized that she was been held hostage by a bunch of.elves?. That couldn't be right. Elves are pacific people that only attack others when they think their lives are at risk or when war approaches them unexpectedly. However, they were pretty similar to the elves, with slight differences though.
They appearance was totally different. They seemed like evil creatures that had a semblance to those pacific, heavenly creatures.
[Wounds, deep cuts, more blood, pain.always pain]
Why her? What have she done to deserve such pains? Why did she have to go through/ live such painful situations? Pain, more pain, that awful feeling of pain was ever increasing, completely devastating her strength and her will to continue living. The stinky smell of red blood coming from her wounds rise up to her nose one more time, making her sick.
How shall I ever returned to where I belong to heal my body or to have an honorable death? And who are these beings? Better, what are they?
One of the creatures looks at her realizing that she was conscious.
-Well, well, well. Finally the mortal female decides to join our little gathering. Shall we start, my lord?- said the one in the lower rank.
-Let the games begin!!!! Bring the female closer to the center, Rhakj- said the creature they called burz-guul burzum durub(ruler of darkness)(*1)see
She felt how rudely these creatures brought her to the mid-point of what seemed a sort of arena.
Oh, no! For the flames of Angband, what evil proceedings will they perform on me?-she thought as she felt the dry dust burning and itching in her wounded mouth, for she was being drag down to a certain spot in the enormous ancient fighting circle/scenario.
-Let us see what she is capable of- grunted Gurth-dûr with a devilish smile on his ugly face. He intended to experiment with the female human as regards human resistance and attitudes towards death, pain, etc. His main purpose was to study humans closer to facilitate future encounters or battles. He was trying to get a dishonest and hideous advantage.
Three creatures approached her stiff and bruise body ,and looked deeply in her eyes. The quick glance she gave at those piercing holes was enough to let her know that their intentions towards her were not good ones. At that precise moment, the physical punishment started.
More pain. When will it stop/ ceased? - she thought as the animal's foot struck her right cheek making her suffered a senseless/silence feeling.
After receiving a handful of punches and kicks in different parts of her already-in-pain body, her limbs started to become numb.
Once Gurth-dûr saw blood coming out of her eyes, he ordered his soldiers to stop the punishment.
-She is blind now. The next sunset she will lose another important part of this stupid race. They are extremely vulnerable beings. They will not be useful as slaves. They have weak bodies. Take her back to her cell! - yelled Gurth-dûr.
Darkness overcame her quickly. Even her soul was frightened from the tormented suffering she had gone through. The woman thought that this was the end...
(*1)VER Gurth-dûr -dark death