Note: Only the unknown characters are mine! This is the sequel to `Out Of The Forest'. Elvish speech is in ` '. Language warning and violence! Contains slash between Legolas/Aragorn!
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Prologue:
Falcon hung from the ceiling with chains around his wrists, suspending him above the ground. Blood dripped from numerous lashes, as the Lord of the Forest shook his head once more, creating a puddle on the floor that trickled onto the soles of the shoes that his tormentors wore. Bruises marred his bare skin, especially his face, and his blond hair was long and flowing free. He only wore his leggings, as Falcon looked at those who tortured him.
`I will not do as you ask,' he said in his quiet voice, using the soft Elvish tongue. `No matter what you do to me.'
In response, several whips struck him across his bare back and chest, yet the twin brother of Legolas Greenleaf did not cry out. He merely took them without saying a word.
"Yield, damn you!" the leader of the group hissed. "We dare not kill you, but there are ways to get what we want without you having to die. Where did you put the key?"
`It matters not what happens to me. You can never possess that which you desire. You might as well kill me, for I will not grant you what you want,' Falcon whispered.
The unknown figure grew furious, and backhanded the elf across the face hard. The ornate ring on his finger sliced a cut across the Lord of the Forest's right cheek. The blood that fell to the floor mingled with the rest of the red fluid, which stained the floor.
"You will learn your place, elf." The figure, who was dressed entirely in black, gestured for his soldiers to continue beating the blond elf, who looked at them solemnly with his silver eyes.
`You would have me hand over something as precious as that? I cannot do so; it is my sworn oath.' Falcon closed his eyes, as he shook his head once more. He knew what would come.
When the first of the numerous blows landed, stinging, across his chest, the blond elf focused on his good memories; Melody... Daisy... Legolas, his long-lost twin brother, and his lover, Aragorn, along with their son, Danius...
Falcon remembered the happiness and laughter they'd shared, and wondered if he would ever see any of them again.
The dark minions did not stop striking until the Lord of the Forest sank into blissful unconsciousness, where he could not be tortured. The battered elf clung to the light of his Elven soul, for it was the only light he could see, and it comforted him.
And he hoped that someone could rescue him from this nightmare, before it was too late. Before the forests began to die.
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Prologue:
Falcon hung from the ceiling with chains around his wrists, suspending him above the ground. Blood dripped from numerous lashes, as the Lord of the Forest shook his head once more, creating a puddle on the floor that trickled onto the soles of the shoes that his tormentors wore. Bruises marred his bare skin, especially his face, and his blond hair was long and flowing free. He only wore his leggings, as Falcon looked at those who tortured him.
`I will not do as you ask,' he said in his quiet voice, using the soft Elvish tongue. `No matter what you do to me.'
In response, several whips struck him across his bare back and chest, yet the twin brother of Legolas Greenleaf did not cry out. He merely took them without saying a word.
"Yield, damn you!" the leader of the group hissed. "We dare not kill you, but there are ways to get what we want without you having to die. Where did you put the key?"
`It matters not what happens to me. You can never possess that which you desire. You might as well kill me, for I will not grant you what you want,' Falcon whispered.
The unknown figure grew furious, and backhanded the elf across the face hard. The ornate ring on his finger sliced a cut across the Lord of the Forest's right cheek. The blood that fell to the floor mingled with the rest of the red fluid, which stained the floor.
"You will learn your place, elf." The figure, who was dressed entirely in black, gestured for his soldiers to continue beating the blond elf, who looked at them solemnly with his silver eyes.
`You would have me hand over something as precious as that? I cannot do so; it is my sworn oath.' Falcon closed his eyes, as he shook his head once more. He knew what would come.
When the first of the numerous blows landed, stinging, across his chest, the blond elf focused on his good memories; Melody... Daisy... Legolas, his long-lost twin brother, and his lover, Aragorn, along with their son, Danius...
Falcon remembered the happiness and laughter they'd shared, and wondered if he would ever see any of them again.
The dark minions did not stop striking until the Lord of the Forest sank into blissful unconsciousness, where he could not be tortured. The battered elf clung to the light of his Elven soul, for it was the only light he could see, and it comforted him.
And he hoped that someone could rescue him from this nightmare, before it was too late. Before the forests began to die.
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