Deep wounds - Iladris ( 3rd part )
Tauriel entered the realm of Mirkwood after about three days of galloping . The horse was exhausted , puffing from the nostrils dilated, and his body was streaked with sweat . She stroked his neck soft and robust ear whispering sweet words and asking him to make the last effort to resist a little more '. The horse shook his snout at the top waving mane dark and tried to raise a little speed .
Finally arrived the king's palace. In front of the two elves armed emerged from some bushes as if from nowhere and barred access to the elf with red hair. The horse whinnied and bucked Tauriel and nearly lost his balance.
"Please I urgently need to talk to the King. An Din Ion ( It's about his son ) Legolas! Run to call Thranduil soon !" She shouted getting down easily and elegantly by the steed that rasped a few times with the base and blew his nose. Tauriel caressed him again "Len Hannon, mellon nin , len hannon ( Thanks, my friend , thank you) " She said quietly , could not sit still, began to walk up and down , Legolas was a prisoner of those bastards orcs just for three days and who knows what they were doing .
The king appeared at the entrance of the building with the look serious "Tell me Tauriel what happened to Legolas"
She turned and immediately lowered his head in a sign of respect, then quickly she recounted what she had seen in Esgarot, the town of Lake-town, how Legolas had chased the orc on the wooden jetty ending up in the lake and how he had been taken away unconscious.
Thranduil frowned then summoned if his most loyal soldiers , the best He had "Come with me . My son is in grave danger. "
" But My Lord ... " one of the guards protested " Let us go .. " But Thranduil interrupted him " I'll come too." That said jumped agile on the back of his mount, a big deer from vigorous stage and regal-looking just like his knight "Tauriel, guide us to where you saw my son the last time" ordered turned to the she elf that was already reassembled riding a new horse spurred to a gallop, conducting the group .
The fall of Legolas in the discharge of waste was short and he found himself wrapped in the darkness darker. The stench was unbearable and did not dare to imagine what it was landed . The little light that filtered through the crack above him allowed him to see that he was in a kind of iron pipe that stretched horizontally , wide just over his shoulder, but then was lost in the darkness . The tremendous noise of that phone still tortured his mind and body and knew that unfortunately would have heard it until it was far enough. Quickly he gathered his hair and tied them so those was not worth bothering.
He stretched his arms in front to him and began to pull forward. Fearful doubts began to appear to mind.
How many times he had to crawl in that pipe? How long he was, had an end? Shall He succeed weak as it was? And if he died in there like a rat? Who would be able to find him? No one would have buried his body .. And his father? Who knows what pain ... And then He thought about beautiful Tauriel's face, her soft blue eyes .. the beautiful smile that lit up her whole face. He had to do it. He had to live and escape, he had to succeed for her.
So every meter in complete darkness Legolas slouched.
Slowly over persisted nauseating smell, oxygen became scarce. He could not and did not want to go back, now he have to continue.
Several times he stopped exhausted, painful noise was a little declined,leaving his mind dazed. He felt more and more exhausted, He struggled to breathe and at one point he fainted remaining unconscious for almost an hour.
A furious roar fell upon all the ravines of Dol Guldur.
"Find him! You have to find the dirty elf!" Azog barked after realized the prisoner flight from the salon "He can not be gone far! Bring me his head!"
When Legolas recovered, heard something move on the back of his hands and on his bare arms. Cockroaches? As He moves to resume the progress he felt stung. Whatever they were, those little creatures were all around him, with his movement They stopped frolicking and rubbing on his skin, but they had bitten. He could not see what it was, but he was afraid they were small insects cleansers. They lived in the sewers or in places where they found scraps and carrion food, stripped bones leaving them spotless. Apparently, he thought, they did not find a difference between living and dead flesh. He began again to crawl slowly, each movement was more and more difficult and painful.
Still a meter and then another. Legolas eyes clenched teeth and his face was a grimace of pain but he forced himself to continue. Small insects continued to bite his skin, instilling more pain ... Had perhaps He already suffered so much?
Into the castle now had definitely found his escape and a horde of orcs was already scouring centimeter by centimeter throughout. And if as soon as he could find the tunnel exit, if there was, they had immediately recaptured him? He collapsed resting his forehead in purulent slime and sobbed trying to dispel the hopelessness and felt the lump in his throat.
His body and his mind were exhausted and claimed the rest and unconsciousness. Suddenly the anguish prevailed and Legolas began to cry. He felt he did not do it. He opened his eyes, did not even know why he had done, given the darkness that reigned, but through his eyes blurred with tears and fatigue saw a faint glow. His breath grew a slight hope appeared in his heart that he sent him one last rush of adrenaline.
He dragged trying to proceed faster and as they approached the end of the pipe the light grew, the bugs began to withdraw, annoyed by all that movement and light.
Finally he reached the bottom and the light blinded him,He filled his lungs with fresh air and pure. But he is having exhausted all his energy was able to throw out only one arm, then collapsed in a world without dreams.
Iladris was a human girl of about twenty-five years old, lived alone in a cabin on the edge of the Fagorn Forest. It was an 'Eorlingas', Rohan's inhabitant, but not being at ease among humans, for about various reasons,She had preferred to get away from them and live where he felt more herself, in the middle of nature and animals, which she could easy to approach, although she did not know why.
Her beauty could be noticed even though it was always dressed in simple clothes and a little patched. Her skin was clear and his green and bright eyes. His hair was brown but with blonde locks like the rays of the sun, swaying on his shoulders at every graceful step.
She lived at peace with herself, respecting all creatures around her, from small blade of grass to the bashful deer, the giant secular poplar who lived deep in the forest.
She was not scared to live there even if he had heard of legendary Ent, old trees, is narrated, were 'live' and could speak and move around the forest, as well as had heard about horrific orcs, about necromancers and the kingdome of the elves; In her heart she had always hoped to be able to see and get to know someone of them, but she knew they were creatures who preferred not to interfere with the humans and they were within its borders or whether accidentally crossed the path of some human being, they could do well to blend in and go unnoticed.
That day she was walking in the woods picking mushrooms to make a delicious soup, some wild rabbits hopped around playful.
Suddenly two rates emerged from a bush and whined drawing her attention. She watched them and saw their agitation "What? ... What happened little friends?" The two animals turned and made to go back to wherever they came. Ilaris left the basket of mushrooms and began to follow them.
They crossed a good part of the intricate forest and emerged on the edge of a bed of a dry river. Iladris caught his breath then looked at the two rates that pointed both the muzzle toward the opposite shore. She followed their gaze and was then she saw the arm of a person check a tube coming out of the wall of earth.
She ran down the embankment slipping a bit to the bed of the river and arrived shortly under the pipe, the arm entirely covered with dirt helplessly dangled over the mouth of the tube and by the tip of his fingers a drop of blood falling occasionally.
-Grant that He's not dead.- She prayed to herself. She grabbed his arm and began to pull. He struggled a lot to pull out the entire body that eventually fell on and sending her to sit on the floor.
She put the body lying face up and opening a little what She thought would be a gown encrusted with filth, was startled to see the deep injuries, bruises and swelling worrying height of the ribs, put his ear to the chest and her heart was filled with sorrow when he failed to hear the beat, but then she saw move some of her hair close to the boy's face. Breathing! She put her ear to his chest again and finally heard a very weak beating.
-I absolutely do something or he die- She thought. She stood behind the boy's head, lifted her bust backing on her chest and surrounding it with her arms under the armpits, began dragging Him back to the river bed on sandy loam and soft. Unfortunately it was the only way to take him to her house and borrow the necessary treatment. But Iladris soon realized that it was a serious challenge, the sandy bed restrained body and presented an issue every step. After less than a kilometer was already exhausted and sweaty. Cross the forest? Not even thinking about it. ... But she could ask for help to the animals. Apparently the rumor had spread through the forest and many of them were looking at the girl in her exhausting enterprise.
She looked at who could help. There was a young female doe, had seen her often, she was very shy. She approached her, she did not know how to make herself understood by the animal, she looked into her eyes and then turned toward the body lying on the ground. "Please ... " she whispered, looking back at the deer, but it did not move. Iladris turned and returned the boy to resume drag. She had no idea how to get the deer and explain to her that she should crouch to be able to put back on the body, but then with his incredulous surprise, she saw that the animal had followed her and was lowered. Iladris heart skipped a beat. Did not dwell too much to think about that amazing magic had just happened, now there was no time to lose, had to think about how to save the lives of the poor young man.
Once at the house, he pulled him gently down from the back of the deer. She looked at her and could not resist the temptation to hug her to thanks. The animal did not escape, then with two strides, went back into the forest.
The girl put the young man on his bed never mind if the sheets and pillow dirtied. The first thing to do was definitely clean it up a bit. She took a bucket, filled it at the source outside the house with a sponge and began slowly and gently wash.
She removed carefully the above apparel. She realized that his pants were dirty although still in good condition, however the tunic over was torn in several places. She wanted to wash it and groped to mend.
It took nearly an hour to remove all dirt, dried blood and mud caked by the face, body and the hair of the boy. She was left stunned when realized that the boy had a face almost angelic, although contract with pain, his skin was white and smooth although horrible bore traces of torture, had slightly elongated ears ... it had to be sure of an elf.
-What made to you beautiful creature?- She wondered bitterly.
Soldiers Thranduil ran back to the King "Traces of Werewolf and orc continue in that direction" They reported indicating a path in the woods. The elf from above his big deer sighed. He knew what was in that direction: Dol Guldur and the ruthless Azog. They remembered visions of elves brutally maimed dying or scarred removed from the hands of the orcs. He imagined Legolas subjected to such torture, but drove immediately thought and ordered them to continue.
Tauriel followed the group quietly praying for his friend.
Azog angrily prowled the corridors of Dol Guldur. He could not bear the idea that all his precious prisoner was escaped. He barked orders left and right and railed against the orcs were not taking good news.
"If the cursed prince escaped prisoners will suffer the consequences in the mines! He will also have them on his conscience!" Said growling through his teeth, then he walked to the underground.
Several times the group of soldiers and the King had to stop and hide or change course. The area now swarming with orcs.
Hidden in the branches of some tall trees elves could hear some orcs arguing with each other
... I think Azog ate Him and did not notice. Snickered How could otherwise than an elf dying melted away without anyone noticing it ..
Thranduil and Tauriel sighed involuntarily. Legolas was alive and had to be escaped. They had to find Him before the orcs.
To be continued..