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Aragorn:

"If I'm not mistaken, that is Yagak the Tormentor," Aragorn whispered to Legolas in horror.

"If that is true, then the man will soon wish he had died from the fall," Legolas said grimly.

"Indeed. They are likely to torture him first, given how strong he is," Aragorn said, looking down into the crater at the injured man with eyes full of pity.

"What about us?!" Gimli grunted a little too loudly. An orc kicked him and told him to shut up.

Loki:

Loki opened his eyes slowly and blinked at the...brightness of the nonexistent sun... Something with terrible smelling breath was breathing on his face. He cracked opened his eyes and jumped a little. He was not expecting the hideous face to be so close to his.

"Well, you're a resilient little bugger ain't you?" the ugly creature snarled, spraying spittle in his face. Loki flinched and pulled away from the creature.

"What? You don't like my face?" The creature sneered. More creatures around him laughed. Loki saw that he was in a crater he had created with his momentum, and nearby were what appeared to be a man, a dwarf, and an elf, all dressed in clothes similar to those worn in Asgard, albeit simpler. They were bound and surrounded by more of the ugly creatures. They were prisoners then? Loki didn't really care.

He managed to hiss, "Get out of my face. If you're not going to help me, then leave me be."

The creature laughed, "D'ya hear that boys? 'e want us to help 'em!"

The other creatures laughed together, a harsh and grating sound.

"Let's give 'em some medicine boys," the creature yelled with a smirk. There were growls of approval. Loki was confused. These things acted so brutish, yet they were getting excited about giving him medicine. Suddenly Loki recalled the mortal phrase: giving someone a taste of their own medicine. He had a feeling that this was that kind of medicine. And he would be right.

He struggled weakly as his mouth was forced open and a burning liquid was poured down his throat. It tasted terrible and he spat it out in the creature's face. The creature growled and two other creatures restrained him. Another pinched his nasty fingers over Loki's nose so that Loki was forced to swallow the burning liquid.

To his surprise, he felt much better after this. So it was medicine after all? They really needed to learn how to make better tasting medications. And to not growl everything they said. Also, they really needed to learn more facial expressions than sneer, sneer, and more sneer. He realized that his magic was returning to him, slowly but surely. He wondered if it was a side effect of the potion.

"Thank you," he managed with a cough. "That tastes terrible though, what is in it?"

He saw that the three prisoners were staring at him like he had grown an extra head. The ugly creatures also looked rather surprised.

"Well, ain't you the polite one," the creature sneered. The others laughed and jeered.

Loki laughed knowingly. They didn't say he had a silver tongue for no reason.

"I would very much appreciate it if you could get me some food and water," Loki said, propping himself up on his elbows. Before he could rise any farther however, the thing kicked him back down.

"I ain't giving you nothing. You're mine now, and I'm gonna do what I want with you," the thing sneered.

Loki hid his anger with practiced indifference, "Oh really?"

The thing kicked him hard in the side with a metal-toed boot but Loki just laughed. The thing snarled and pinned him down with his boot. It drew a knife. Not that Loki wasn't expecting that. It sneered, it's beady black eyes glowing with bloodlust.

"I'm going to make you scream," it told him.

Loki looked it in the eye and challenged it, "I'd like to see you try!"

Aragorn:

The man acted like he had never seen an orc before! He was thanking it?! Was he mad? The other orcs poked the three friends with their weapons, forcing them to go closer to the edge of the crater. They forced Aragorn's head up and made him watch as Yagak pinned down the man with his boot. The man had an amused expression and didn't put up any resistance, even when Yagak pulled out a short and jagged knife and told the man he was going to make him scream.

Aragorn felt a surge of admiration when the man laughed defiantly at the orc and taunted him, "I'd like to see you try!"

The orc growled and slashed his knife across his victim's face. To the surprise of all, the knife did not leave but a small cut.

"What is this?!" Yagak growled, and swung so hard at the man's face that it would have penetrated any normal man's skull. This time the orc got what he was looking for. A deep gash was cut in the man's clean-shaven face. The man's features reminded him of those of an elf, though his ears were not pointed like Legolas'.

Aragorn was impressed by the man's control. He reminded Aragorn of Boromir in his final moments, refusing to show pain. The though made him sad.

Except Aragorn was halfway convinced that this man was incapable of feeling pain. He did not even flinch. His facial expression remained exactly the same, and he taunted the orc, "You have to try harder than that!" He laughed maniacally and Aragorn wondered if this man was sane.

"You're a tough one," Yagak admitted and then grinned cruelly, "But they all break in the end."

"You will never break me you coward. If I were at full strength I would tear you to pieces," the man boasted. Aragorn had to admire his defiance even if it was due to madness. Either he was just a crazy fool or he was incredibly brave.

The orc growled and unstrapped the man's breastplate. He then plunged his dagger deep into the man's shoulder. He only got the satisfaction of a reflexive flinch.

"Scream boy!" the orc roared, incredibly annoyed now.

The man just smiled.

Yagak roared and ripped the serrated knife out of one shoulder and plunged it into the other. This time however, he twisted it, tearing the tissue and muscle in the man's arm. The man merely hissed, and panted out, "Might I...know the...name...of my torturer?

The orc ripped the knife out of the man's shoulder and growled, "Yagak the Tormentor."

"I don't really see why they call you that. You're terrible at torturing. You don't get the blade deep enough."

The orc stopped what he was doing and stared. The man continued, "If you really want your victims to scream, you have to put some more force in your blows. Use your shoulder weakling!" the man taunted.

Aragorn couldn't believe his ears. This man was truly mad!

Yagak had had enough. With a roar of outrage he sliced across the man's chest as hard as he possibly could. It left a deep gash that spurted blood onto the orc's face. The man finally gave a cry of pain and then to the orc's surprise, his eyes fluttered back in his head. Even Aragorn was nearly convinced, but being a healer, he knew when someone was faking unconsciousness. Jagak fell for it, but unfortunately he just forced the man's mouth open again and poured a dribble of orc brew into the man's mouth.

To Aragorn's surprise, the man whipped his hand up in a flash and grabbed the flask, chugging down the whole thing in three large gulps. He realized that was the man's plan all along, although why he wanted the brew he had no idea. Aragorn had been forced to drink it before and he never wanted to taste a single drop ever again. Perhaps the man craved the power it gave him? But that would not be nearly enough for a single man to overpower an orc, much less an army of orcs.

Oh, if he had only known how wrong he was.

How do you like it? I am so dark right? Orcs LOVE torturing though, so I did my best. Comment plz!