Lady Drea I apologise sincerely I really do but I don't wanna do any blood just yet...when it comes it will be copious ;) either that or I write a special fic for your eyes only ;)

He was still strapped tightly to the stone table. His arms, which were fastened above his head had long ago become numb with cold and stiffness. Everytime he tried to move the sharp jagged edges in the rock bruised his bones. Finally he settled into a position that hurt the least and tried to bring some peace to his seething mind.

The screams of Faewin as he was dragged away refused to stop reverberating inside his head. Over and over he heard the feral cries of a mind unhinged. He could not rest, he could not slip softly into the unconscious rest. When eventually exhaustion drove him to dreamless sleep he was not to be left long.

When he was pulled reluctantly into awareness once more he found two figures standing over him. One was pulling his left arm into a higher and more uncomfortable positon. The joints flared with agony as they were forced to move against their will.

"Wha.what are you doing?" He gasped, breathing in sharply as another rusty joint protested.

The figures didn't reply. One of them produced a long rubber like tube with a cruelly curved metal spike embedded in one end. They moved above his head out of his sight. He could hear them breathing harshly in and out and muttering quietly to one another in their foul tongue.

There was the briefest of pauses before a low menacing hiss emitted from by his left ear. In a purely reflex reaction he jerked his head away and came eye to eye with a thin black serpent, monstrous red eyes flamed against it's ebony scales. The two figures chuckled at his yells of horror.

"Now then little elf this will hurt."

The first words from the figures. He had barely time to register them before a searing agony flared in his left elbow. It was a burning and a cutting and a stabbing all at once. He tried to pull away and discovered why the two guards had fastened him so securely. He couldn't move his arm at all. It was bound tight with iron bands and the serpent, ,metal end first was burrowing into his flesh.

It is hard to count the hours when one is in agony. Celebehain did not know how long he lay there, writhing in pain as the serpent performed it's evil task. At times the searing waves calmed and he was able to open his eyes. Beings stood around his place of torture. He never had time to see their faces before another shuddering pain pulsed through him squeezing his eyes shut.

Then it stopped. It was so sudden that Celebehain did not move from his position of frozen expectancy. He became aware of faint hissing at the very edge of his perception. When he finally did open his eyes it was to see Morgoth standing over him looking distinctly amused.

"I trust you are more comfortable now."

Celebehain attempted to snap out a comment but found he was so weak he could barely lift his head. His very being ached with fatigue. What had the serpent done except to cause him pain?

"Free him."

Morgoth's servants did as they were ordered. As soon as the restraints were removed Celebehain collapsed to the floor. There was no strength left in him even to stand. He felt strangely disconnected from his body. He could not feel his legs and he seemed to be floating above himself.

"Put him in a cell away from the others. See that he is fed, I don't want him dying before I have what I need."

The guard hoisted him up rather roughly jarring his stiff muscles. Every step the guard landed heavily and Celebehain was bounced like a doll in his grip. Finally he was placed surprisingly gently upon a metal framed bed.

"Someone will come with food for you."

He lay facing the stone ceiling. He was still unable to move. His muscles were completely unresponsive. When he was in this peaceful equilibrium of stillness there was no pain. His mind was fogged still and he briefly felt himself returning to his former state of tranquillity.

Smell punctuated the glorious peace he was in. It was a good smell, a creature had plonked down a bowl of foul grey goo on the floor beside him. It then stood back eyeing him expectantly. He made no move to eat. It wasn't for want of trying. He was ravenous with hunger and his stomach twisted painfully as he smelt the food once more.

"Eat."

The bowl was pushed closer. Celebehain thought he would faint if he did not taste food soon. Summoning his last reserves of strength he raised his head and half sat up.

"Can't..."

"Eat now or I will feed you like an infant."

He couldn't respond anymore. He was pulled into a sitting position, when the creature let go he flopped over once more. Growling in frustration the guard sat on the bed and propped the stricken elf against him. He spoon fed the tasteless glop into his prisoner's mouth. When the bowl was emptied he left silently leaving the elf to his own thoughts.