Chapter two
Note: Legolas torture. Legolas is having dreams where he is tortured. These dreams happen while he is sleeping. The others cannot see what he is dreaming, but the scars on his body can be seen by them. Everything written this way is written in Atariël's diary and everything written this way are Legolas' dreams. I hope you like it and reviews are greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: nothing of Lord of the Rings is mine. Atariël is a character I've made up.
When Legolas woke up he saw he was in a dungeon. He tried to stand up, But he was chained to the wall. The chains cut in his wrists and ankles. The dungeon was dark and everywhere lay dust on the ground. Someone entered the dark room. He could not see who it was. The last thing Legolas felt was that someone hit him on his head. After that everything went black.
"Legolas, wake up!" Elladan exclaimed. Finally Legolas opened his eyes. He looked scared. "It's ok, you were probably dreaming," Elrohir said. Legolas' wrists and ankles hurt, just like his head. As though he had really been chained up and beaten on his head. "Are you ok, Legolas?" Elladan asked. Legolas slowly opened his mouth, but no words came. "Legolas??" Elrohir said very worried. Finally Legolas said something: "I'm tired and my head, ankles and wrists hurt." Legolas spoke very slowly and he could hardly keep his eyes open. "We have to go to king Thandruil. Something very strange is at hand here," Elladan said. The twins helped Legolas standing up and Elladan took Legolas on his horse. "Arod will follow us," Elladan said.
They rode as fast as they could. After a while it started raining, but there was no time to waste. There was something wrong with Legolas and they didn't know what.
"We are nearly there, Legolas, hold on a little longer," Elladan whispered in Legolas' ear. Elrohir and Elladan glanced to each other, it looked liked Legolas was fading although he had no serious injuries, where he could died from.
"Noro lim, noro lim (ride fast)," the twins whispered to their horses. It was dark and cold in the woods and a strong wind blew. Now and then a sunbeam reached the ground, when it wasn't caught by al the branches or the leaves. Raindrops fell down. But the brothers didn't pay any attention to it. They were watching over there friend.
"How long do we have to keep riding?" Elrohir asked his brother. "Not long, we are nearly there, just a little longer." The twins nearly didn't speak. All they could hear were the raindrops, the wind and the pounding of hoofs.
Someone hurried to the palace. The elf needed to speak the king immediately. "Lord Thranduil," he said while he bowed, "the sons of lord Elrond are coming, your son is with them to, but Elladan caries him. Lord Thranduil started running to the hall. There he saw his son carried by Elladan and Elrohir. "What happened to my son?" he exclaimed. Nobody answered and the twins took Legolas to the House of Healing. The king followed them.
In the House of Healing Atariël stood talking to her friend. The were having a useless conversation, but they had to do something, while there were no patients. Then Atariël's friend bowed. Atariël turned around and saw the king and bowed too. She also saw that two identical elves carried someone. When they came closer she saw who it was, it was prince Legolas. She let out a little scream. "Bring him in there!" she exclaimed and she entered a room.
Atariël immediately began to question the twins. But they weren't much of help, because they didn't understand what happened to their friend. The twins carefully laid Legolas on the bed.
Legolas was in the dungeon again. Two elves entered the small, dark room. For no reason they started beating him. The two elves didn't have weapons with them, but at once one of them had a dagger in his hand. It had appeared out of the tin air. Legolas didn't understand how a dagger could just appear. He looked confused to them, afraid what may come. "Come here you annoying, little elf!" And he grasped Legolas' head and cut in his jaw, some blood run down his cheek. Tears of pain stood in Legolas' eyes. He screamed, but the elves didn't stop beating him. At the end his legs gave way and he fell down. Legolas fainted and everything went black again.
Elrohir yelled. "What is it?" Elladan exclaimed. "Blood," Elrohir pointed to Legolas' cheek. "How...?" No one understood what was going on. The king, Elladan, Elrohir and Atariël were in the room. They all sat down next to Legolas' bed. Nobody spoke, they were waiting for Legolas to wake up. They had tried to wake him, but he didn't seem to react.
But that moment didn't came that day, neither that night. Legolas' father stayed with him all the time. Atariël also stayed if the prince might get other injuries. It looked like Legolas was just sleeping very deep. But in fact he was still in those weird dreams.
Nothing happened that night.
The next morning the king send a letter to lord Elrond, asking if he might come over and see if he knew what kind of disease Legolas was having. Thranduil hoped Elrond could explain this and cure him, but he feared for something else. Years ago... something like this had also happened. A healer, who didn't wake up anymore and got injuries while no one touched her. They didn't know what to do. The healer was Atariël's mother. They had never told her what caused her mother's death. She was so little at the time and after that no one ever spoke about it. Probably the king had to tell her now, but he would wait for Elrond, so they could explain it together.
In the end the healer had died. At the thought of death tears appeared in king Thranduil's eyes. He didn't want to see his son dying, without being able to help him. And see him suffer through all the pain. Because the only thing they knew for sure last time, was that Atariël's mother was heavily tortured.
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Note: Legolas torture. Legolas is having dreams where he is tortured. These dreams happen while he is sleeping. The others cannot see what he is dreaming, but the scars on his body can be seen by them. Everything written this way is written in Atariël's diary and everything written this way are Legolas' dreams. I hope you like it and reviews are greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: nothing of Lord of the Rings is mine. Atariël is a character I've made up.
When Legolas woke up he saw he was in a dungeon. He tried to stand up, But he was chained to the wall. The chains cut in his wrists and ankles. The dungeon was dark and everywhere lay dust on the ground. Someone entered the dark room. He could not see who it was. The last thing Legolas felt was that someone hit him on his head. After that everything went black.
"Legolas, wake up!" Elladan exclaimed. Finally Legolas opened his eyes. He looked scared. "It's ok, you were probably dreaming," Elrohir said. Legolas' wrists and ankles hurt, just like his head. As though he had really been chained up and beaten on his head. "Are you ok, Legolas?" Elladan asked. Legolas slowly opened his mouth, but no words came. "Legolas??" Elrohir said very worried. Finally Legolas said something: "I'm tired and my head, ankles and wrists hurt." Legolas spoke very slowly and he could hardly keep his eyes open. "We have to go to king Thandruil. Something very strange is at hand here," Elladan said. The twins helped Legolas standing up and Elladan took Legolas on his horse. "Arod will follow us," Elladan said.
They rode as fast as they could. After a while it started raining, but there was no time to waste. There was something wrong with Legolas and they didn't know what.
"We are nearly there, Legolas, hold on a little longer," Elladan whispered in Legolas' ear. Elrohir and Elladan glanced to each other, it looked liked Legolas was fading although he had no serious injuries, where he could died from.
"Noro lim, noro lim (ride fast)," the twins whispered to their horses. It was dark and cold in the woods and a strong wind blew. Now and then a sunbeam reached the ground, when it wasn't caught by al the branches or the leaves. Raindrops fell down. But the brothers didn't pay any attention to it. They were watching over there friend.
"How long do we have to keep riding?" Elrohir asked his brother. "Not long, we are nearly there, just a little longer." The twins nearly didn't speak. All they could hear were the raindrops, the wind and the pounding of hoofs.
Someone hurried to the palace. The elf needed to speak the king immediately. "Lord Thranduil," he said while he bowed, "the sons of lord Elrond are coming, your son is with them to, but Elladan caries him. Lord Thranduil started running to the hall. There he saw his son carried by Elladan and Elrohir. "What happened to my son?" he exclaimed. Nobody answered and the twins took Legolas to the House of Healing. The king followed them.
In the House of Healing Atariël stood talking to her friend. The were having a useless conversation, but they had to do something, while there were no patients. Then Atariël's friend bowed. Atariël turned around and saw the king and bowed too. She also saw that two identical elves carried someone. When they came closer she saw who it was, it was prince Legolas. She let out a little scream. "Bring him in there!" she exclaimed and she entered a room.
Atariël immediately began to question the twins. But they weren't much of help, because they didn't understand what happened to their friend. The twins carefully laid Legolas on the bed.
Legolas was in the dungeon again. Two elves entered the small, dark room. For no reason they started beating him. The two elves didn't have weapons with them, but at once one of them had a dagger in his hand. It had appeared out of the tin air. Legolas didn't understand how a dagger could just appear. He looked confused to them, afraid what may come. "Come here you annoying, little elf!" And he grasped Legolas' head and cut in his jaw, some blood run down his cheek. Tears of pain stood in Legolas' eyes. He screamed, but the elves didn't stop beating him. At the end his legs gave way and he fell down. Legolas fainted and everything went black again.
Elrohir yelled. "What is it?" Elladan exclaimed. "Blood," Elrohir pointed to Legolas' cheek. "How...?" No one understood what was going on. The king, Elladan, Elrohir and Atariël were in the room. They all sat down next to Legolas' bed. Nobody spoke, they were waiting for Legolas to wake up. They had tried to wake him, but he didn't seem to react.
But that moment didn't came that day, neither that night. Legolas' father stayed with him all the time. Atariël also stayed if the prince might get other injuries. It looked like Legolas was just sleeping very deep. But in fact he was still in those weird dreams.
Nothing happened that night.
The next morning the king send a letter to lord Elrond, asking if he might come over and see if he knew what kind of disease Legolas was having. Thranduil hoped Elrond could explain this and cure him, but he feared for something else. Years ago... something like this had also happened. A healer, who didn't wake up anymore and got injuries while no one touched her. They didn't know what to do. The healer was Atariël's mother. They had never told her what caused her mother's death. She was so little at the time and after that no one ever spoke about it. Probably the king had to tell her now, but he would wait for Elrond, so they could explain it together.
In the end the healer had died. At the thought of death tears appeared in king Thranduil's eyes. He didn't want to see his son dying, without being able to help him. And see him suffer through all the pain. Because the only thing they knew for sure last time, was that Atariël's mother was heavily tortured.
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