NOTE: *....*means character thought
*~*~*~*~*dream/flashback
((...))means my thoughts on what happens
Slight AU...you pick out the differences as you see 'em....
SUMMARY: A young Aragorn suffers a debilitating injury after he is tortured by Orcs. Will he and his friends be able to cope with the heir of Isildur's new limitations? Will Aragorn be able to see through the darkness that finds him through a new obstacle? Or still, will he be able to overcome the affects of the injuries inflicted upon him?
Piercing the Veil
Chapter 1
Aragorn, son of Aragorn II groaned inwardly as yet another boot connected with his midsection. When was this torment going to end?
The answer to the young Ranger's inner question was in yet another blow.
No...the torment would not end.......it was endless in it's agony and cruelty.
It seemed as though Aragorn was going to suffer until the end of his life, which was not going to be long if the Orcs who held him captive continued their torture at the pace they were going.
An Orc dagger dug into Aragorn's left shoulder, jerking him from his thoughts. The action tore an agonized, surprised cry from the young Ranger's lips as he was caught off guard.
He struggled weakly against his bonds, which held him fast to a tree. Aragorn ignored the throbbing of his wrists as he kicked out against the Orcs that rushed at him when he began to struggle.
His struggle was suddenly ceased by a harsh kick to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs in a pained grunt. As the air was forced from his chest, Aragorn could not even scream when he felt several ribs crack under the force of the armored boot of the Orc.
When the young Dunedain regained his ability to breath, he looked dazedly at his captors, who laughed at and mocked him.
The jeering was suddenly punctuated with an Orc ripping the dagger, which still was in his shoulder, from it's place in his body. Aragorn bit into his lip to stifle an agonized scream...........
No, he would not cry....he would not give the Orcs that satisfaction.
"Let us hear you scream, wench! We know you have a voice, we heard it earlier,"one of the Orc's mocked, backhanding Aragorn across his face.
The backhanded slap opened a gash across Aragorn's temple as the Orc's armor cut into him. Still, Aragorn did not cry out.
"This little tickler will make even the mute scream! Let's see how you like this one,"another Orc said, brandishing a multi-pronged whip.
The Orcs laughed and murmured sarcastic remarks in both their own tongue and in common tongue.
Aragorn's eyes widened with fear as the Orc raised the whip.............and brought it down hard across his chest and shoulders. The young Ranger jerked with pain, but said nothing.
As the beating continued, Aragorn's blood ran freely down his chest, but the heir of Isildur had yet to scream. That was because Aragorn had learned something..............
Half of the torture was watching the whip fall. If Aragorn did not see the whip fall onto his injured chest, then he would only feel the pain, and not see it, as well. If his eyes were closed, he could not see the mocking sight of the Orcs, which would tear his morale and hope down.
Therefore, Aragorn screwed his eyes tightly shut and clenched his jaw, taking the torture in eery silence.
Little did Aragorn know that the Orcs would eventually catch onto his game...............and make it even more cruel.
"You don't want to see us, boy? You think it helps not to see us? Well, I'm sure it does..........perhaps we can help you,"an Orc sneered, casting the whip aside.
Aragorn opened his eyes upon hearing the whip hit the ground. Well, he didn't like the sound of that..............
The Orc ordered something in the black tongue, which sparked a low murmur of laughter from his comrades.
*Well, this isn't good.* Aragorn tried not to flinch as an Orc ran up with a small vial and handed it to his comrade, who smiled wickedly.
"You want to keep your eyes closed and not see us....well, we can help you not see us....permanently,"the lead Orc growled, stalking towards Aragorn with the now open flagon in his hand.
Aragorn's eyes widened and he struggled wildly, as much as his failing strength and injured body would allow, against his bonds. He did *not* like the sound of that.
The Orc merely laughed cruelly as Aragorn struggled. This time, they did not even hit the young Ranger as he tried to free himself.
They had something far more heartless in mind.
The lead Orc walked over to stand in front of Aragorn.
Aragorn froze as the Orc walked up to him, sneering as he held the vial before Aragorn's face.
Aragorn quickly closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to find out what the Orc had meant by 'help you not see us....permanently'.
Though Aragorn's determination to keep his eyes closed was gigantic, the strength of the Orcs were too much for the wounded man.
They forced his eyes open.
The lead Orc glared into Aragorn's silver-blue eyes, laughing evilly. "Let me be the last sight you will ever see."
As two other Orcs held Aragorn's eyes open, the lead Orc poured the vial's contents into the Ranger's eyes.
The burning, acidic liquid poured into Aragorn's silver-blue eyes, despite his struggles...............and the young Dunedain could not stifle the scream of agony that was torn from his lips as pain shot through his eyes.
His tormented scream rang through the woods and could have been heard all the way to the halls of Minas Tirith, which was miles and miles away.
As his tortured cry rang through the woods, the Orc's jerked and looked warily into the forest, knowing the Elves would most likely hear the Dunedain's screams.
A fist connected harshly with Aragorn's head, sending him into blissful unconsciousness, and cutting his cries off into silence.
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Okay, so this first chapter was pretty dark and angsty.....don't get me wrong, I LOVE ARAGORN...he is my baby. But...I have this odd love of Aragorn torture and angst...so sue me! lol...I like it, so I write it!
no flames, please...just constructive criticism.....PLEASE REVIEW!
*~*~*~*~*dream/flashback
((...))means my thoughts on what happens
Slight AU...you pick out the differences as you see 'em....
SUMMARY: A young Aragorn suffers a debilitating injury after he is tortured by Orcs. Will he and his friends be able to cope with the heir of Isildur's new limitations? Will Aragorn be able to see through the darkness that finds him through a new obstacle? Or still, will he be able to overcome the affects of the injuries inflicted upon him?
Piercing the Veil
Chapter 1
Aragorn, son of Aragorn II groaned inwardly as yet another boot connected with his midsection. When was this torment going to end?
The answer to the young Ranger's inner question was in yet another blow.
No...the torment would not end.......it was endless in it's agony and cruelty.
It seemed as though Aragorn was going to suffer until the end of his life, which was not going to be long if the Orcs who held him captive continued their torture at the pace they were going.
An Orc dagger dug into Aragorn's left shoulder, jerking him from his thoughts. The action tore an agonized, surprised cry from the young Ranger's lips as he was caught off guard.
He struggled weakly against his bonds, which held him fast to a tree. Aragorn ignored the throbbing of his wrists as he kicked out against the Orcs that rushed at him when he began to struggle.
His struggle was suddenly ceased by a harsh kick to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs in a pained grunt. As the air was forced from his chest, Aragorn could not even scream when he felt several ribs crack under the force of the armored boot of the Orc.
When the young Dunedain regained his ability to breath, he looked dazedly at his captors, who laughed at and mocked him.
The jeering was suddenly punctuated with an Orc ripping the dagger, which still was in his shoulder, from it's place in his body. Aragorn bit into his lip to stifle an agonized scream...........
No, he would not cry....he would not give the Orcs that satisfaction.
"Let us hear you scream, wench! We know you have a voice, we heard it earlier,"one of the Orc's mocked, backhanding Aragorn across his face.
The backhanded slap opened a gash across Aragorn's temple as the Orc's armor cut into him. Still, Aragorn did not cry out.
"This little tickler will make even the mute scream! Let's see how you like this one,"another Orc said, brandishing a multi-pronged whip.
The Orcs laughed and murmured sarcastic remarks in both their own tongue and in common tongue.
Aragorn's eyes widened with fear as the Orc raised the whip.............and brought it down hard across his chest and shoulders. The young Ranger jerked with pain, but said nothing.
As the beating continued, Aragorn's blood ran freely down his chest, but the heir of Isildur had yet to scream. That was because Aragorn had learned something..............
Half of the torture was watching the whip fall. If Aragorn did not see the whip fall onto his injured chest, then he would only feel the pain, and not see it, as well. If his eyes were closed, he could not see the mocking sight of the Orcs, which would tear his morale and hope down.
Therefore, Aragorn screwed his eyes tightly shut and clenched his jaw, taking the torture in eery silence.
Little did Aragorn know that the Orcs would eventually catch onto his game...............and make it even more cruel.
"You don't want to see us, boy? You think it helps not to see us? Well, I'm sure it does..........perhaps we can help you,"an Orc sneered, casting the whip aside.
Aragorn opened his eyes upon hearing the whip hit the ground. Well, he didn't like the sound of that..............
The Orc ordered something in the black tongue, which sparked a low murmur of laughter from his comrades.
*Well, this isn't good.* Aragorn tried not to flinch as an Orc ran up with a small vial and handed it to his comrade, who smiled wickedly.
"You want to keep your eyes closed and not see us....well, we can help you not see us....permanently,"the lead Orc growled, stalking towards Aragorn with the now open flagon in his hand.
Aragorn's eyes widened and he struggled wildly, as much as his failing strength and injured body would allow, against his bonds. He did *not* like the sound of that.
The Orc merely laughed cruelly as Aragorn struggled. This time, they did not even hit the young Ranger as he tried to free himself.
They had something far more heartless in mind.
The lead Orc walked over to stand in front of Aragorn.
Aragorn froze as the Orc walked up to him, sneering as he held the vial before Aragorn's face.
Aragorn quickly closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to find out what the Orc had meant by 'help you not see us....permanently'.
Though Aragorn's determination to keep his eyes closed was gigantic, the strength of the Orcs were too much for the wounded man.
They forced his eyes open.
The lead Orc glared into Aragorn's silver-blue eyes, laughing evilly. "Let me be the last sight you will ever see."
As two other Orcs held Aragorn's eyes open, the lead Orc poured the vial's contents into the Ranger's eyes.
The burning, acidic liquid poured into Aragorn's silver-blue eyes, despite his struggles...............and the young Dunedain could not stifle the scream of agony that was torn from his lips as pain shot through his eyes.
His tormented scream rang through the woods and could have been heard all the way to the halls of Minas Tirith, which was miles and miles away.
As his tortured cry rang through the woods, the Orc's jerked and looked warily into the forest, knowing the Elves would most likely hear the Dunedain's screams.
A fist connected harshly with Aragorn's head, sending him into blissful unconsciousness, and cutting his cries off into silence.
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Okay, so this first chapter was pretty dark and angsty.....don't get me wrong, I LOVE ARAGORN...he is my baby. But...I have this odd love of Aragorn torture and angst...so sue me! lol...I like it, so I write it!
no flames, please...just constructive criticism.....PLEASE REVIEW!