Illusive Power
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, don't sue
Author's Note: Oh I was mean in the last chapter, burning Leggy. But I gave you a surprise. His shirt gets ripped off. Ohhhh, the mental pictures. So sweet. *cough* sorry bout that. lol, read and review.
Chapter Fourteen: Broken
The smell of burning flesh filled Frodo's nose. All of a sudden, he jolted awake. He quickly looked around and noticed they had taken a break.
"Where are we?" Frodo asked.
"I am pretty sure we are still in Mirkwood. We've been traveling all day and I noticed you were getting pretty tired. You kept nodding off and I decided to stop so we could all get some well deserved rest." Gandalf explained.
"Really? Thank you, Gandalf." Frodo replied.
"Sir, may I ask, why did you just jolt awake like that?" Sam asked.
"What? Oh, I, uh...had a bad dream. That's all. It is nothing to worry about." Frodo replied.
"What was your dream about?" Merry asked as he came over and plopped down next to Frodo.
"Well, it was dark and humid. I was in a dungeon and it was so humid I had beads of sweat dripping down my face. And I was walking down this long corridor and I kept hearing someone scream and I smelled burning flesh. I tried to run towards it but it just got further away as I moved along." Frodo explained.
"Do you think you dreamt about Legolas?" Pippin asked.
"Maybe, I'm not sure." Frodo replied, in deep thought.
What if that dream really was about Legolas?" Sam asked.
"Then he is in trouble." Gandalf told the hobbit.
"What do you mean?" Merry asked.
"What I mean is if Legolas is being tortured like this, this quickly, then we've got to hurry because who knows what else Cerelian has in store for him." Gandalf explained.
Cerelian paced around the burnt and bleeding elf. She looked him up and down as she contemplated what she wanted to do to him next. She could cast a spell on him. Or she could go with the plan she had thought up earlier. Break something. She had already broken his soul but wanted to break something physically. So she decided to combine the two. Cerelian took out one of her books and began to flip through it. A smiled twisted itself onto her face a few moments later as she found what she was looking for.
Legolas tried to pick his head up as he heard the sound of someone walking towards him but it was useless. He wasn't strong enough. As he listened to the footfalls advancing towards him, fear built within him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone walking into the dungeon.
"Get away from me." Legolas muttered, his voice almost inaudible.
"Oh, don't you dare tell me what to do. I've got power over you. Just remember that." Cerelian snapped as she stared at the elf. When Legolas didn't reply, Cerelian muttered something under her breathe and the shackles that were holding Legolas above the stone floor broke open, dropping the bleeding elf to the ground. Legolas immediately grabbed his wrists and started rubbing them. Dark red and black marks engulfed the fair skin on his wrists.
"Aw, poor elf. Do your wrists hurt?" Cerelian asked in a mocking tone.
"Don't talk to me." Legolas snapped.
"Oh, you're going to pay." Cerelian laughed and with that she opened up the book she held in her arms and began to chant something. All of a sudden, Legolas' face twisted in agony and he let out a blood curdling scream. His hands shot to his head as he rolled onto his back. Another scream emitted from his mouth and Cerelian stepped back to admire her work. A cracking and snapping noise penetrated her ears as she listened to Legolas' back break. His hands dropped to his side and his screaming ceased as the elf passed out.
"Am I good or what?" Cerelian said to an orc that had entered the room to see what was going on.
"What did you do?" The orc asked.
"I broke his back. Now you'll be able to torture him much more easily. And I'll be able to get the necklace much more easily." Cerelian said as she walked towards the elf.
"But if you're going to take the necklace now why must we still torture him?" the orc asked.
"Because, I said so." Cerelian snapped at the orc.
Cerelian crouched down next to the elf's body and stared at the necklace. It was free to be hers. All she had to do was reach down and take it. Cerelian drew her hand from her side and stretched it out, towards the necklace. As soon as her hand touched it, a wave of pain shot through Cerelian's arm and she fell back in surprise as she let a scream escape her lips.
"What is wrong?" the orc asked.
"That necklace, it burned my hand and sent tremors up my arm." Cerelian hissed.
"Maybe you won't be able to take it. Maybe you're not meant to have it." The orc suggested.
"What do you mean I don't deserve it? Maybe you don't deserve to live!" Cerelian yelled. At that, she stretched out her arm in front of the orc and a dark light shot out of her hand and hit the orc, sending it crashing into the far wall. The orc fell to the floor, dead.
"That's better. And as for you, Legolas, there's more to come. I will get that necklace." Cerelian said in a maniacal tone.
"Gandalf, where are they at? Do you know?" Merry whined. The hobbit was getting extremely hungry and extremely cranky and no matter how much he wanted to save his friend, he really wanted to eat.
"I think I know where Cerelian's people have taken Legolas. But I can tell you one thing, it's going to take at least three or four more days to get there. I am sorry." Gandalf replied.
"Can we stop? Please, I am starving and tired. Can we stop for just a moment?" Merry asked.
"It depends on everyone else. I am not stopping for the sake of one little hobbit." Gandalf replied.
"I agree with Merry." Frodo and Pippin said at the same time.
"I really want to get to Legolas as soon as possible, but Merry is right. We need to rest. I am starving and immensely tired. I wish to stop." Sam explained.
"Ok. Let's rest right up ahead there. It's a nice clearing." Gandalf replied.
The four hobbits sighed with relief. They could finally rest and eat for the first time in about eighteen hours. As they reached the clearing, they stopped and dismounted their ponies and horse. Pippin reached and got the food from a spare horse and set it on the ground where the four hobbits pulled food out of it and went to find a place to sit and rest. As Frodo went to sit against a tree, he found something laying in the grass. He picked it up and stared at it. It was a ring. It had celtic weave design going all around it and it had a clear green tinted stone in the center of it. Frodo had recognised it as Legolas' ring. He had seen Legolas wear that ring on many occasions. He rarely took it off. So why was it sitting here in the grass? Maybe Legolas dropped it trying to help his friends to find him. The thought played in his mind as he jumped up and ran to Gandalf.
"Gandalf! I found Legolas' ring! It was sitting by that tree right over there!" Frodo cried as he handed the ring to Gandalf and pointed towards the tree.
"Hold on, how do you know it is Legolas' ring?" Gandalf asked as he studied the ring.
"I've seen him wearing it all the time. He almost never takes it off. I am wondering if he dropped it to help us in our search." Frodo said.
"Maybe you are right. There's a path right next to that tree. They must have gone south east. It is a good thing you found this ring. Good job, Frodo." Gandalf replied as he pocketed the ring.
Gandalf hoped to God that he was right about the direction. If not, it would take longer to find Legolas. Time was running out and he knew it.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, don't sue
Author's Note: Oh I was mean in the last chapter, burning Leggy. But I gave you a surprise. His shirt gets ripped off. Ohhhh, the mental pictures. So sweet. *cough* sorry bout that. lol, read and review.
Chapter Fourteen: Broken
The smell of burning flesh filled Frodo's nose. All of a sudden, he jolted awake. He quickly looked around and noticed they had taken a break.
"Where are we?" Frodo asked.
"I am pretty sure we are still in Mirkwood. We've been traveling all day and I noticed you were getting pretty tired. You kept nodding off and I decided to stop so we could all get some well deserved rest." Gandalf explained.
"Really? Thank you, Gandalf." Frodo replied.
"Sir, may I ask, why did you just jolt awake like that?" Sam asked.
"What? Oh, I, uh...had a bad dream. That's all. It is nothing to worry about." Frodo replied.
"What was your dream about?" Merry asked as he came over and plopped down next to Frodo.
"Well, it was dark and humid. I was in a dungeon and it was so humid I had beads of sweat dripping down my face. And I was walking down this long corridor and I kept hearing someone scream and I smelled burning flesh. I tried to run towards it but it just got further away as I moved along." Frodo explained.
"Do you think you dreamt about Legolas?" Pippin asked.
"Maybe, I'm not sure." Frodo replied, in deep thought.
What if that dream really was about Legolas?" Sam asked.
"Then he is in trouble." Gandalf told the hobbit.
"What do you mean?" Merry asked.
"What I mean is if Legolas is being tortured like this, this quickly, then we've got to hurry because who knows what else Cerelian has in store for him." Gandalf explained.
Cerelian paced around the burnt and bleeding elf. She looked him up and down as she contemplated what she wanted to do to him next. She could cast a spell on him. Or she could go with the plan she had thought up earlier. Break something. She had already broken his soul but wanted to break something physically. So she decided to combine the two. Cerelian took out one of her books and began to flip through it. A smiled twisted itself onto her face a few moments later as she found what she was looking for.
Legolas tried to pick his head up as he heard the sound of someone walking towards him but it was useless. He wasn't strong enough. As he listened to the footfalls advancing towards him, fear built within him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone walking into the dungeon.
"Get away from me." Legolas muttered, his voice almost inaudible.
"Oh, don't you dare tell me what to do. I've got power over you. Just remember that." Cerelian snapped as she stared at the elf. When Legolas didn't reply, Cerelian muttered something under her breathe and the shackles that were holding Legolas above the stone floor broke open, dropping the bleeding elf to the ground. Legolas immediately grabbed his wrists and started rubbing them. Dark red and black marks engulfed the fair skin on his wrists.
"Aw, poor elf. Do your wrists hurt?" Cerelian asked in a mocking tone.
"Don't talk to me." Legolas snapped.
"Oh, you're going to pay." Cerelian laughed and with that she opened up the book she held in her arms and began to chant something. All of a sudden, Legolas' face twisted in agony and he let out a blood curdling scream. His hands shot to his head as he rolled onto his back. Another scream emitted from his mouth and Cerelian stepped back to admire her work. A cracking and snapping noise penetrated her ears as she listened to Legolas' back break. His hands dropped to his side and his screaming ceased as the elf passed out.
"Am I good or what?" Cerelian said to an orc that had entered the room to see what was going on.
"What did you do?" The orc asked.
"I broke his back. Now you'll be able to torture him much more easily. And I'll be able to get the necklace much more easily." Cerelian said as she walked towards the elf.
"But if you're going to take the necklace now why must we still torture him?" the orc asked.
"Because, I said so." Cerelian snapped at the orc.
Cerelian crouched down next to the elf's body and stared at the necklace. It was free to be hers. All she had to do was reach down and take it. Cerelian drew her hand from her side and stretched it out, towards the necklace. As soon as her hand touched it, a wave of pain shot through Cerelian's arm and she fell back in surprise as she let a scream escape her lips.
"What is wrong?" the orc asked.
"That necklace, it burned my hand and sent tremors up my arm." Cerelian hissed.
"Maybe you won't be able to take it. Maybe you're not meant to have it." The orc suggested.
"What do you mean I don't deserve it? Maybe you don't deserve to live!" Cerelian yelled. At that, she stretched out her arm in front of the orc and a dark light shot out of her hand and hit the orc, sending it crashing into the far wall. The orc fell to the floor, dead.
"That's better. And as for you, Legolas, there's more to come. I will get that necklace." Cerelian said in a maniacal tone.
"Gandalf, where are they at? Do you know?" Merry whined. The hobbit was getting extremely hungry and extremely cranky and no matter how much he wanted to save his friend, he really wanted to eat.
"I think I know where Cerelian's people have taken Legolas. But I can tell you one thing, it's going to take at least three or four more days to get there. I am sorry." Gandalf replied.
"Can we stop? Please, I am starving and tired. Can we stop for just a moment?" Merry asked.
"It depends on everyone else. I am not stopping for the sake of one little hobbit." Gandalf replied.
"I agree with Merry." Frodo and Pippin said at the same time.
"I really want to get to Legolas as soon as possible, but Merry is right. We need to rest. I am starving and immensely tired. I wish to stop." Sam explained.
"Ok. Let's rest right up ahead there. It's a nice clearing." Gandalf replied.
The four hobbits sighed with relief. They could finally rest and eat for the first time in about eighteen hours. As they reached the clearing, they stopped and dismounted their ponies and horse. Pippin reached and got the food from a spare horse and set it on the ground where the four hobbits pulled food out of it and went to find a place to sit and rest. As Frodo went to sit against a tree, he found something laying in the grass. He picked it up and stared at it. It was a ring. It had celtic weave design going all around it and it had a clear green tinted stone in the center of it. Frodo had recognised it as Legolas' ring. He had seen Legolas wear that ring on many occasions. He rarely took it off. So why was it sitting here in the grass? Maybe Legolas dropped it trying to help his friends to find him. The thought played in his mind as he jumped up and ran to Gandalf.
"Gandalf! I found Legolas' ring! It was sitting by that tree right over there!" Frodo cried as he handed the ring to Gandalf and pointed towards the tree.
"Hold on, how do you know it is Legolas' ring?" Gandalf asked as he studied the ring.
"I've seen him wearing it all the time. He almost never takes it off. I am wondering if he dropped it to help us in our search." Frodo said.
"Maybe you are right. There's a path right next to that tree. They must have gone south east. It is a good thing you found this ring. Good job, Frodo." Gandalf replied as he pocketed the ring.
Gandalf hoped to God that he was right about the direction. If not, it would take longer to find Legolas. Time was running out and he knew it.