So, here is chapter 2. I am currently writing chapter 4, and won't publish 3 until 4 is complete, so that I have a spare chapter in case I want to change some details. Anyway, nothing belongs to me, and nothing ever will, and I feel like crying. Enjoy chapter 2, and the they will probably be OOC because I am terrible at fanfictions and I suppose thats why they are fan fictions.
Elyan lifted his head weakly from where he was sat, next to the ill Gaius, as a noise came from the dungeon entrance. The physician wasn't doing so well, and without food, he definitely wouldn't last much longer. Elyan wondered where Gwaine had been taken and hoped greatly that he wasn't being too badly tortured; because they wouldn't take him just for a chat. Footsteps approached his cell, and he braced himself just in case he was taken again. But fortunately, that wasn't the case as when the cell door was opened, a beaten Gwaine was thrown in. The knight stumbled to the wall and slid down. The door was closed with a bang, but not before rotten pieces of bread was 'passed' to them. There wasn't much, enough for only two of them. Elyan scrambled to pick them up and offered to some to Gwaine, but the other knight shook his head and shrank into the corner of the cell.
"Gwaine, you need to eat." Elyan said.
"So do you and Gaius, and you need it more than I do." Gwaine replied. His voice was emotionless and Elyan was not afraid to say it scared him. He narrowed his eyebrows in confusion to his behaviour, but complied as Gwaine was right.
"Fine. Will you tell me what you had to do to get this?"
"Dance."
"What?"
"She made me dance. For herself and her men. I must have been good, they seemed to enjoy it." Bitterness seeped into Gwaine's tone.
Elyan studied Gwaine and took his condition in horror. He could tell what he had meant by enjoy just by observing him. He had no shirt on, so Elyan could clearly see the bruises shaped like fingers developing on his arms, waist and shoulders. There were cuts all over his body and his lips were swollen and red. Blood was slowly pooling around his upper legs, his trousers ripped to mid-thigh. "She's sick. The bitch is messed up."
Gwaine chuckled. He stopped abruptly and hissed as he jostled what must have been a bruised rib.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Arthur will be back soon. The others will come and they'll stop her." Elyan commented, feeling suddenly tired and drained. He wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to see what was waiting for him in the dark.
"Of course. They always come, of that I have no doubt." Gwaine glanced at Elyan, seeing his eyes were drifting closed and he was falling asleep. "I just hope they won't be too late." He whispered under his breath, slowly falling under the spell of sleep himself.
But what either of them failed to notice was that Gaius had woken up when Gwaine had returned and heard everything that the two men had said, even the quiet, insecure comment of a broken knight.