As before, don't own it never will.
I own my characters- Elisa and others
Ooer, nasty things get mentioned here-implied rape, torture. Don't read if you don't like
Chapter 2
They walked in and were greeted by an empty hallway.
"Typical Saruman, always keeping us in suspense. Well there's no point in waiting down here, he'll be waiting for us upstairs."
"Well then lets not keep him." Aragon started to walk towards the stairs. He hesitated when he passed an alcove. "Well what have we here?" He reached into it and pulled out Wormtongue. The small man stared at him evilly before looking in terror at the party of warriors behind him, as well as his former master.
"Sirs, thank god you're here, you have to stop him."
"We'll have none of your poison dripping in our ears thank you sir." Aragon struck the man on the back of his head with the hilt of his sword. He let the limp form fall to the floor.
Gandalf continued up the stairs flanked by Legolas and Aragon. The king and Gimli followed after them.
Legolas' attention was drawn from his front by furtive movements on his left. He gestured for Gimli to catch up with him. "Friend, do you see anything moving there?"
"Foolishness Elf, I don't have your eyes. Hang on, I think there is something there." He peered into the darkness and was rewarded by a rock hitting him on his chest. It was very weakly thrown but the aim was good. The shape then disappeared into the blackness. "What do you think it was?"
"It was slightly deformed, it could've been an orc."
"An orc would not have feebly thrown a rock, that creature was half starved."
"I didn't mean a full orc. You do know where they come from?"
"Yes friend, poor elves, abused and mutilated. You think that was a work in progress?"
Legolas winced at the casual terminology. "Yes, I think that was an unfortunate. This place is probably full of them. We will have to find them and try to save the ones we can, the others however,"
"Will get a good clean death before they turn completely mad; don't worry I will not let any suffer."
"Thank you."
At the top of the stairs they found a set of rooms, all devoted to torture. A few bodies lay on the monstrous equipment, still and silent, others moaned and fought their bonds.
The group walked among them. They dealt a painless death to those that needed it. Most of them thanked the company for putting them out of their misery.
Legolas could not keep the tears from rolling out of his eyes when he saw a Silvern Elf hanging on the rack on the wall. His body was torn in two. Turning away he looked round. Most of the heads were dark; there was only the one blond on the rack and another hanging on the manacles. She seemed to be breathing and wasn't too badly hurt.
He walked over and brushed the dirty hair out of her eyes. They opened and stared into his. He winced at the pain he saw in them. "Please kill me."
"No my dear, you are not fatally wounded, nor are you at the turning."
"I do not want to live, I have seen such horrors. My husband, there." She gestured to the body on the rack. "My daughter,"
"Where is your daughter, there is no other Silvern Elves in here."
"She was such a beautiful girl. Only just come of age. Graceful, kind; but he warped her mind; she is mad now and runs round the halls. What he did to her, he robbed her of her innocence, he made her his whore. I have seen her walking among the injured here. She came of age in this room. Can you imagine a child growing up in this room? If you see her make sure you put an arrow through her cleanly, don't let her suffer."
Aragon had heard this exchange and his heart sank as he heard a mother sentencing her daughter to death.
"Please, good Prince, send me to join my husband. I can't stand the pain anymore."
Legolas realised she recognised him and walked away.
"Please, Legolas, it is you isn't it? If you can't do it, then please just cut me free of these bonds and I'll fall on a sword."
Gimli stood in front of his friend. "I can't kill her," Gimli nodded as the Elf walked past.
Gimli watched as Legolas walked away. He turned to the woman.
"Send Elisa to me, please." She closed her eyes and didn't make a sound as Gimli slid a sword into her heart. She coughed once and then died, the pain sliding from her eyes.
"Come, we can not tarry." Gandalf swept out of the room. Legolas knew he was right but still resented him. These were his people lying dead around the room. He gave himself a shake and then followed them out the door.
I own my characters- Elisa and others
Ooer, nasty things get mentioned here-implied rape, torture. Don't read if you don't like
Chapter 2
They walked in and were greeted by an empty hallway.
"Typical Saruman, always keeping us in suspense. Well there's no point in waiting down here, he'll be waiting for us upstairs."
"Well then lets not keep him." Aragon started to walk towards the stairs. He hesitated when he passed an alcove. "Well what have we here?" He reached into it and pulled out Wormtongue. The small man stared at him evilly before looking in terror at the party of warriors behind him, as well as his former master.
"Sirs, thank god you're here, you have to stop him."
"We'll have none of your poison dripping in our ears thank you sir." Aragon struck the man on the back of his head with the hilt of his sword. He let the limp form fall to the floor.
Gandalf continued up the stairs flanked by Legolas and Aragon. The king and Gimli followed after them.
Legolas' attention was drawn from his front by furtive movements on his left. He gestured for Gimli to catch up with him. "Friend, do you see anything moving there?"
"Foolishness Elf, I don't have your eyes. Hang on, I think there is something there." He peered into the darkness and was rewarded by a rock hitting him on his chest. It was very weakly thrown but the aim was good. The shape then disappeared into the blackness. "What do you think it was?"
"It was slightly deformed, it could've been an orc."
"An orc would not have feebly thrown a rock, that creature was half starved."
"I didn't mean a full orc. You do know where they come from?"
"Yes friend, poor elves, abused and mutilated. You think that was a work in progress?"
Legolas winced at the casual terminology. "Yes, I think that was an unfortunate. This place is probably full of them. We will have to find them and try to save the ones we can, the others however,"
"Will get a good clean death before they turn completely mad; don't worry I will not let any suffer."
"Thank you."
At the top of the stairs they found a set of rooms, all devoted to torture. A few bodies lay on the monstrous equipment, still and silent, others moaned and fought their bonds.
The group walked among them. They dealt a painless death to those that needed it. Most of them thanked the company for putting them out of their misery.
Legolas could not keep the tears from rolling out of his eyes when he saw a Silvern Elf hanging on the rack on the wall. His body was torn in two. Turning away he looked round. Most of the heads were dark; there was only the one blond on the rack and another hanging on the manacles. She seemed to be breathing and wasn't too badly hurt.
He walked over and brushed the dirty hair out of her eyes. They opened and stared into his. He winced at the pain he saw in them. "Please kill me."
"No my dear, you are not fatally wounded, nor are you at the turning."
"I do not want to live, I have seen such horrors. My husband, there." She gestured to the body on the rack. "My daughter,"
"Where is your daughter, there is no other Silvern Elves in here."
"She was such a beautiful girl. Only just come of age. Graceful, kind; but he warped her mind; she is mad now and runs round the halls. What he did to her, he robbed her of her innocence, he made her his whore. I have seen her walking among the injured here. She came of age in this room. Can you imagine a child growing up in this room? If you see her make sure you put an arrow through her cleanly, don't let her suffer."
Aragon had heard this exchange and his heart sank as he heard a mother sentencing her daughter to death.
"Please, good Prince, send me to join my husband. I can't stand the pain anymore."
Legolas realised she recognised him and walked away.
"Please, Legolas, it is you isn't it? If you can't do it, then please just cut me free of these bonds and I'll fall on a sword."
Gimli stood in front of his friend. "I can't kill her," Gimli nodded as the Elf walked past.
Gimli watched as Legolas walked away. He turned to the woman.
"Send Elisa to me, please." She closed her eyes and didn't make a sound as Gimli slid a sword into her heart. She coughed once and then died, the pain sliding from her eyes.
"Come, we can not tarry." Gandalf swept out of the room. Legolas knew he was right but still resented him. These were his people lying dead around the room. He gave himself a shake and then followed them out the door.