arabella thorne- What's going to happen to Caycayal? Well.you'll just have
to wait and see.
And Yes! I do speak a little Elvish, but like I said before I'm not sure if I'm pronouncing it correctly or not. I have,(I think) around 49 pages of grammatical and pronunciation exercises that I still have to look at. I'm not positive, but I think it is Quena, or High-Elven that I have lessons for.
I can't speak it very much, just simple things such as I (Amin) he (ro) she (re) you (lle) what (mani) how (sut) and so fourth. The most I can say in one setting would probably be Amin hiaetha (I'm sorry) or (Which is one of my favorites) Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? (Do you speak Elvish?) I do know some insults as well as compliments, but I can't remember them off the top of my head right now. I can also count to twelve. Er, atta, nelde, kinta, lempe, enque, otso, tolto, nerte, kainen, minque, ratse.
So no, I don't know what it sounds like. Right now I'm just guessing, I'll have to pull out that grammar lesson one of these days, but not now. I'm having enough trouble with Spanish. No me gusta erudicion mucho.
Anita- Glad to know that Caycayal is on your nice-elf-list! Orcs were the ones who burned down their houses, and a few select Elves brought them back to their village and made them slaves.
WOW! Short response this time!
"Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts"
Margret Lee Runbeck
Chapter 9: Find the lost one
When night fell Estel found himself with the other children he had met earlier in the morning. The trio sat in the same corner as before after they had eaten their small meals.
Rehana nodded a greeting to Estel as he sat down. Cautiously she glanced around, seeing if the guards had left. Once satisfied she turned back. "There are others coming," she whispered softly.
Jovel and Tyson exchanged glances. "Are you sure?" Jovel asked softly.
Rehana nodded.
Estel watched the exchange curiously. "Who is coming?"
Rehana shrugged her shoulders. "Either men or Elves from a different village. I overheard one of the guards talking about it. They should be here in a few days. The Elves are planning to lock us down here in order to keep us from being seen. This is our chance," she whispered softly.
Estel shook his head. Rehana wasn't making any sense. "What do you mean it's our chance?"
Rehana gave a sigh, turning a pleading look toward Estel as if questioning his intelligence. "We might be able to get free."
Jovel shook his head. "No, not if they're elves," he said quietly. He gave a heavy sigh, "If they are Elves, then we will only get ourselves into more trouble. I don't want to go through something like last time."
Tyson nodded his head in agreement. "Jovel right. We can't risk something like this unless we know for sure it is Men who come, and not Elves."
"What's so bad about Elves," Estel asked quietly, fingering his sweater that now was beginning to unravel.
All three turned huge eyes onto the small boy.
"What do you mean what's so bad about them?! Look what they've done to all of us, to you!" Rehana cried out.
Estel felt as though he had been slapped. He shook his head denying it. "Not all Elves are the same," he said fiercely.
"How would you know?!" Rehana cried out. Tyson placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.
"I know because I know other Elves, Elves that I have met before," he said softly, not wanting to state that he had grown up with a race the kids seemed to automatically hate.
Rehana shook her head. "You lie."
"I never lie!" Estel cried out.
Before any one could stop her, Rehana had lunged at Estel, and the two found themselves in a wrestling match on the cold floor. Estel tried to gently ease her off, he didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want her to hurt him either. She was surprisingly strong for her age. But he was stronger.
Using a little more force than he wanted, he pushed her off. Tyson and Jovel each tried to grab an arm but Rehana wouldn't let them as she swung a closed fist toward Estel's head.
He easily ducked out of the way, but it was what Rehana was expecting, and she easily countered the move, and landed a fist under his chin. Estel moaned softly as pain raced through his healing jaw. Instinctively he threw a fist back toward his attacker. It had been something that Elladan and Elrohir often taught him, and if he knew what he had been doing, he would have stopped himself, but he was unable to.
His fist caught her in the nose, and she cried out, bending over as she covered her face protectively with her hands.
Estel scooted forward quickly. "Rehana? Are you okay?" he asked quickly.
The response he got was a hard punch in his mouth, his teeth splitting his lip bottom lip. He could taste fresh blood on his tongue.
By that time Tyson and Jovel were able to get a hold of Rehana and kept her from continuing the fight. Fresh blood trickled from her nose, and she wiped it clean with the sleeve of her dirty shirt.
Any confrontation that might have started was immediately stopped when the door flung open, and several guards came in. Rehana's eyes opened in fear and she scooted back as they approached.
One of the guards grabbed Estel roughly by the arm, dragging him to his feet. The other followed suit with Rehana.
"Causing trouble, are you?" one taunted. "Why don't we show them what happens to trouble makers."
The other nodded in agreement, and they left dragging the two out. One of the guards turned before leaving, his eyes settling on Jovel and Tyson. "You two cause any of this?" he asked roughly.
Tyson and Jovel quickly shook their heads.
"Good, now get to sleep. All of you!" he yelled at the kids who had woken up in all the commotion, as he left the cell, locking the door behind him.
*******
Estel shivered, leaning against the rough bark of the tree he had been bound to. The skies had opened up, and rain along with an icy wind blew through the silent forest.
Silent tears slid down his bruised and already wet cheeks as he tried to bury his head into his arm in order to block out some of the rain. He was soaked thoroughly, and the rain showed no signs of letting up soon.
The guards had not been light with him after the incident, and his entire body ached from the beatings he had received. He trembled slightly as the memories came back, and a sob broke from his lips, swollen from where Rehana had punched him.
His left arm throbbed deeply, and he could hardly move it. He could remember the sharp crack that rang in his ears when his arm was twisted sharply behind his back. Another wave of pain raced through his arm as he tried to move it, causing him to cry out. Now he knew why the others feared Elves.
He had spent most of his life with Elves, and he had been hurt before when playing with Elladan and Elrohir, or some of the other children, but it had been accidental. And the pain was nowhere close to what he felt now.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, his aching body screaming at him in pain, as if pleading with him to stop and let go. And he felt ready to let go, but something was willing him to hold on. He knew not what it was, but he wished that it would happen soon so he could leave the world of pain he was in.
Ahead of him a tall figure stepped in his line of sight, coming towards him. Estel closed his eyes and drew back as far as his bonds would let him as the stranger approached. Fear raced through him as memories floated back in to his mind.
Soft eyes took in the small form that withdrew, burying his head into his knees that were drawn under his chin. The boy was soaked thoroughly, rain dripped from his hair and onto his swollen brow. Blood clung to his left sleeve, and he bleed freely from one side of his body.
Slowly he knelt down besides the boy and withdrew a small hand dagger, reaching gently for the boy's hands that were bound to the tree, hanging slightly above his head. In one swift motion he cut him the ropes, freeing him, and gently pulled him into a warm embrace.
Pulling a blanket that he had tucked away his cloak he wrapped the shivering boy up in it, being careful not to disturb his broken arm. He pulled the top of the blanket over his head, making a small hood in order to keep the rain off of him.
"Estel?" he whispered softly.
Estel grasped the thick blanket with his good arm, pulling it in tightly around him as he leaned against the Elf in support.
"I'm so sorry," Caycayal whispered softly, holding the injured child close to him. "For all it's worth I am truly sorry. I came as soon as I heard," he whispered, his low voice barely audible over the wind.
Estel could only cry as he buried his head into Caycayal's shoulder. "It hurts," he cried softly, gasping for breath.
Caycayal nodded softly. "I know," he whispered, stroking Estel's soaked hair from his eyes. "I know it does." He closed his eyes, remembering when he too had gone through similar treatment.
Suddenly the small boy went limp in his arms, and Caycayal felt fear race through him.
"Estel?" he asked quietly, lifting the boy's head up softly, afraid of what he might find. He felt for a pulse gently on his bruised neck, and was relieved to find a weak, but steady pulse. The boy had passed out. Estel let out a soft ragged breath, followed by a coughing fit.
Caycayal wrapped Estel in the blanket tighter as he lifted the boy up. He had to get him out of the rain and fast. He could feel the boy fading. He had to get the boy out of the rain and quickly, or he would lose him. Caycayal wasn't even sure the boy would last through the night. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He would never forgive himself if he lost him.
TBC
And Yes! I do speak a little Elvish, but like I said before I'm not sure if I'm pronouncing it correctly or not. I have,(I think) around 49 pages of grammatical and pronunciation exercises that I still have to look at. I'm not positive, but I think it is Quena, or High-Elven that I have lessons for.
I can't speak it very much, just simple things such as I (Amin) he (ro) she (re) you (lle) what (mani) how (sut) and so fourth. The most I can say in one setting would probably be Amin hiaetha (I'm sorry) or (Which is one of my favorites) Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? (Do you speak Elvish?) I do know some insults as well as compliments, but I can't remember them off the top of my head right now. I can also count to twelve. Er, atta, nelde, kinta, lempe, enque, otso, tolto, nerte, kainen, minque, ratse.
So no, I don't know what it sounds like. Right now I'm just guessing, I'll have to pull out that grammar lesson one of these days, but not now. I'm having enough trouble with Spanish. No me gusta erudicion mucho.
Anita- Glad to know that Caycayal is on your nice-elf-list! Orcs were the ones who burned down their houses, and a few select Elves brought them back to their village and made them slaves.
WOW! Short response this time!
"Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts"
Margret Lee Runbeck
Chapter 9: Find the lost one
When night fell Estel found himself with the other children he had met earlier in the morning. The trio sat in the same corner as before after they had eaten their small meals.
Rehana nodded a greeting to Estel as he sat down. Cautiously she glanced around, seeing if the guards had left. Once satisfied she turned back. "There are others coming," she whispered softly.
Jovel and Tyson exchanged glances. "Are you sure?" Jovel asked softly.
Rehana nodded.
Estel watched the exchange curiously. "Who is coming?"
Rehana shrugged her shoulders. "Either men or Elves from a different village. I overheard one of the guards talking about it. They should be here in a few days. The Elves are planning to lock us down here in order to keep us from being seen. This is our chance," she whispered softly.
Estel shook his head. Rehana wasn't making any sense. "What do you mean it's our chance?"
Rehana gave a sigh, turning a pleading look toward Estel as if questioning his intelligence. "We might be able to get free."
Jovel shook his head. "No, not if they're elves," he said quietly. He gave a heavy sigh, "If they are Elves, then we will only get ourselves into more trouble. I don't want to go through something like last time."
Tyson nodded his head in agreement. "Jovel right. We can't risk something like this unless we know for sure it is Men who come, and not Elves."
"What's so bad about Elves," Estel asked quietly, fingering his sweater that now was beginning to unravel.
All three turned huge eyes onto the small boy.
"What do you mean what's so bad about them?! Look what they've done to all of us, to you!" Rehana cried out.
Estel felt as though he had been slapped. He shook his head denying it. "Not all Elves are the same," he said fiercely.
"How would you know?!" Rehana cried out. Tyson placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.
"I know because I know other Elves, Elves that I have met before," he said softly, not wanting to state that he had grown up with a race the kids seemed to automatically hate.
Rehana shook her head. "You lie."
"I never lie!" Estel cried out.
Before any one could stop her, Rehana had lunged at Estel, and the two found themselves in a wrestling match on the cold floor. Estel tried to gently ease her off, he didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want her to hurt him either. She was surprisingly strong for her age. But he was stronger.
Using a little more force than he wanted, he pushed her off. Tyson and Jovel each tried to grab an arm but Rehana wouldn't let them as she swung a closed fist toward Estel's head.
He easily ducked out of the way, but it was what Rehana was expecting, and she easily countered the move, and landed a fist under his chin. Estel moaned softly as pain raced through his healing jaw. Instinctively he threw a fist back toward his attacker. It had been something that Elladan and Elrohir often taught him, and if he knew what he had been doing, he would have stopped himself, but he was unable to.
His fist caught her in the nose, and she cried out, bending over as she covered her face protectively with her hands.
Estel scooted forward quickly. "Rehana? Are you okay?" he asked quickly.
The response he got was a hard punch in his mouth, his teeth splitting his lip bottom lip. He could taste fresh blood on his tongue.
By that time Tyson and Jovel were able to get a hold of Rehana and kept her from continuing the fight. Fresh blood trickled from her nose, and she wiped it clean with the sleeve of her dirty shirt.
Any confrontation that might have started was immediately stopped when the door flung open, and several guards came in. Rehana's eyes opened in fear and she scooted back as they approached.
One of the guards grabbed Estel roughly by the arm, dragging him to his feet. The other followed suit with Rehana.
"Causing trouble, are you?" one taunted. "Why don't we show them what happens to trouble makers."
The other nodded in agreement, and they left dragging the two out. One of the guards turned before leaving, his eyes settling on Jovel and Tyson. "You two cause any of this?" he asked roughly.
Tyson and Jovel quickly shook their heads.
"Good, now get to sleep. All of you!" he yelled at the kids who had woken up in all the commotion, as he left the cell, locking the door behind him.
*******
Estel shivered, leaning against the rough bark of the tree he had been bound to. The skies had opened up, and rain along with an icy wind blew through the silent forest.
Silent tears slid down his bruised and already wet cheeks as he tried to bury his head into his arm in order to block out some of the rain. He was soaked thoroughly, and the rain showed no signs of letting up soon.
The guards had not been light with him after the incident, and his entire body ached from the beatings he had received. He trembled slightly as the memories came back, and a sob broke from his lips, swollen from where Rehana had punched him.
His left arm throbbed deeply, and he could hardly move it. He could remember the sharp crack that rang in his ears when his arm was twisted sharply behind his back. Another wave of pain raced through his arm as he tried to move it, causing him to cry out. Now he knew why the others feared Elves.
He had spent most of his life with Elves, and he had been hurt before when playing with Elladan and Elrohir, or some of the other children, but it had been accidental. And the pain was nowhere close to what he felt now.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, his aching body screaming at him in pain, as if pleading with him to stop and let go. And he felt ready to let go, but something was willing him to hold on. He knew not what it was, but he wished that it would happen soon so he could leave the world of pain he was in.
Ahead of him a tall figure stepped in his line of sight, coming towards him. Estel closed his eyes and drew back as far as his bonds would let him as the stranger approached. Fear raced through him as memories floated back in to his mind.
Soft eyes took in the small form that withdrew, burying his head into his knees that were drawn under his chin. The boy was soaked thoroughly, rain dripped from his hair and onto his swollen brow. Blood clung to his left sleeve, and he bleed freely from one side of his body.
Slowly he knelt down besides the boy and withdrew a small hand dagger, reaching gently for the boy's hands that were bound to the tree, hanging slightly above his head. In one swift motion he cut him the ropes, freeing him, and gently pulled him into a warm embrace.
Pulling a blanket that he had tucked away his cloak he wrapped the shivering boy up in it, being careful not to disturb his broken arm. He pulled the top of the blanket over his head, making a small hood in order to keep the rain off of him.
"Estel?" he whispered softly.
Estel grasped the thick blanket with his good arm, pulling it in tightly around him as he leaned against the Elf in support.
"I'm so sorry," Caycayal whispered softly, holding the injured child close to him. "For all it's worth I am truly sorry. I came as soon as I heard," he whispered, his low voice barely audible over the wind.
Estel could only cry as he buried his head into Caycayal's shoulder. "It hurts," he cried softly, gasping for breath.
Caycayal nodded softly. "I know," he whispered, stroking Estel's soaked hair from his eyes. "I know it does." He closed his eyes, remembering when he too had gone through similar treatment.
Suddenly the small boy went limp in his arms, and Caycayal felt fear race through him.
"Estel?" he asked quietly, lifting the boy's head up softly, afraid of what he might find. He felt for a pulse gently on his bruised neck, and was relieved to find a weak, but steady pulse. The boy had passed out. Estel let out a soft ragged breath, followed by a coughing fit.
Caycayal wrapped Estel in the blanket tighter as he lifted the boy up. He had to get him out of the rain and fast. He could feel the boy fading. He had to get the boy out of the rain and quickly, or he would lose him. Caycayal wasn't even sure the boy would last through the night. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He would never forgive himself if he lost him.
TBC