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Oppression: And Then There Was Sun
By, Elentari
A/N: no flames...first angst, but I think I'll do okay...I'm a very depressed person with no Prozac. If you like it, give me a ring! Check my bio and my e-mail's there.
Oh yeah…sorry it took so long to get this posted.
All Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli could remember over the next four days was the buzzing of their heads, the migraines that pursued their thoughts, and green blurs; some incoherent language unknown to all of them. Gimli and Aragorn remembered having the strength to tug on their bindings weakly, but they could not move for the ropes around their waist, neck, and limbs were knotted too tight. Legolas rarely, if at all, lifted his head and if it weren't for his occasional cough, his two companions would have thought him dead.
A few moments of consciousness. Gimli noticed a damp cloth soaking his skull and a dull drumming in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but when he did, a large hand punched him in the ribs. He spat out some blood and his head rolled to the left, trying to ease the pain.
"Aklinea! Goti shtork! Leatia! Goti horim zatoki!" a low voice called hoarsely. Shuffling feet could be heard as an evil laugh sounded through the chambers.
"Ve vill see how much of a dvarf you veally are," a gruff voice said very close to Gimli's ear. The dwarf could feel the man's rotten breath creep up his neck as he cackled.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were thrown into a dingy cellar of sorts on what they thought was the sixth day of their capture. Legolas, much to everyone's dispair, had his skull cracked open from their first meeting with their imprisoners. Gimli and Aragorn were lucky enough to only receive concussions. Legolas' head had not been cared for and a small trickle of blood ran down his forehead. Gimli peered around the cellar as Aragorn tried to awake his elven friend who had fainted once again. Large, it was, though dark and a small dirty stream ran across the other side of the room. One small window twelve feet above the floor shone light from above and the occasional chirp of a bird reflected in their ears. Gimli sighed in aggitation as Legolas was stirred into liveliness.
"'Tis the end! No man, dwarf, nor even an elf can endure such torture! I would almost welcome Sauron!" he cursed. Aragorn looked at the dwarf, speechless, knowing that he agreed inside. Legolas coughed again and Aragorn fetched him some water from opposite wall, though horrible, it was.
"We must endure, Master Dwarf! Do not give up hope! We still have a small amount of strength left in us to fight this evil!" the Ranger cried out encouragingly. A small rat jumped into the room from the window and landed noiselessly on the stone floor. Gimli spat at it in disgust and it hissed back at him.
"Even the vermin do not bid us welcome!"
"Do not…worry…This will…as all things…come…to pass," Legolas whispered hoarsely. He was having trouble breathing and his vision became like shadows. He felt consciousness slipping from his grasp. The last thing he saw before he drifted off was a small white rat staring at him from a corner.
Oppression: And Then There Was Sun
By, Elentari
A/N: no flames...first angst, but I think I'll do okay...I'm a very depressed person with no Prozac. If you like it, give me a ring! Check my bio and my e-mail's there.
Oh yeah…sorry it took so long to get this posted.
All Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli could remember over the next four days was the buzzing of their heads, the migraines that pursued their thoughts, and green blurs; some incoherent language unknown to all of them. Gimli and Aragorn remembered having the strength to tug on their bindings weakly, but they could not move for the ropes around their waist, neck, and limbs were knotted too tight. Legolas rarely, if at all, lifted his head and if it weren't for his occasional cough, his two companions would have thought him dead.
A few moments of consciousness. Gimli noticed a damp cloth soaking his skull and a dull drumming in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but when he did, a large hand punched him in the ribs. He spat out some blood and his head rolled to the left, trying to ease the pain.
"Aklinea! Goti shtork! Leatia! Goti horim zatoki!" a low voice called hoarsely. Shuffling feet could be heard as an evil laugh sounded through the chambers.
"Ve vill see how much of a dvarf you veally are," a gruff voice said very close to Gimli's ear. The dwarf could feel the man's rotten breath creep up his neck as he cackled.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were thrown into a dingy cellar of sorts on what they thought was the sixth day of their capture. Legolas, much to everyone's dispair, had his skull cracked open from their first meeting with their imprisoners. Gimli and Aragorn were lucky enough to only receive concussions. Legolas' head had not been cared for and a small trickle of blood ran down his forehead. Gimli peered around the cellar as Aragorn tried to awake his elven friend who had fainted once again. Large, it was, though dark and a small dirty stream ran across the other side of the room. One small window twelve feet above the floor shone light from above and the occasional chirp of a bird reflected in their ears. Gimli sighed in aggitation as Legolas was stirred into liveliness.
"'Tis the end! No man, dwarf, nor even an elf can endure such torture! I would almost welcome Sauron!" he cursed. Aragorn looked at the dwarf, speechless, knowing that he agreed inside. Legolas coughed again and Aragorn fetched him some water from opposite wall, though horrible, it was.
"We must endure, Master Dwarf! Do not give up hope! We still have a small amount of strength left in us to fight this evil!" the Ranger cried out encouragingly. A small rat jumped into the room from the window and landed noiselessly on the stone floor. Gimli spat at it in disgust and it hissed back at him.
"Even the vermin do not bid us welcome!"
"Do not…worry…This will…as all things…come…to pass," Legolas whispered hoarsely. He was having trouble breathing and his vision became like shadows. He felt consciousness slipping from his grasp. The last thing he saw before he drifted off was a small white rat staring at him from a corner.