arabella thorne-
Will Caycayal pay the price for his noble heart? Well, that indeed is a big question, all I can say is 'read on'
Antia-
is there a special school for making you dangerous? Well, at the present time, no, there aren't any that I can think of. But one can never know. :o)
And I will make sure Cay gets your words of encouragement. He desperately needs them right about now.
a.n.g.e.l-
Um . . . . . . . I don't think you missed a chapter, not by the way it sounds.
In chapter 9 he (Estel) was indeed hurt (beaten from the Elves) and Caycayal did comfort him as well. He also rescued Estel, if you remember. "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." . . . . . . that tells some of what happened.
With the next chapter it was basically a time skip, if that's what you want to call it. Caycayal had taken Estel to Rivendell, knowing that Elrond more in likely could save him, and once there (Which is where we came in) his thoughts reflected back to some things he had done and thought. The reason for this is because 1) to keep the story moving ahead, 2) to get to the more important issues, and 3) nothing really happened.
Since the time Caycayal left the forest with Estel, to the time he arrived in Rivendell and waited for news on Estel's condition (Which is where the story started) nothing happened, and if it did, it was nothing of importance.
Yes Elrond and the Twins were still trying to find Estel, they had left about a week ago in order to see if they could locate him, but with no luck they headed home with hopes that Estel had been found by another party, or if he had somehow wandered home on his own. To their surprise, within the next day or so Caycayal arrived with Estel.
I hope that cleared up your confusion, sorry about that, I should have been more clear about those things. If you are still confused, feel free to bug me about it and I will try and to clear it up as best as I can. :o)
'Do not think you are on the right road just because it is a well-beaten path." -?-
Chapter 11: No Matter How Bad Things Are, Things Can Always Get Worse
"You swear by your lives that no mortals are being held here?" Elladan questioned in a soft, yet demanding tone.
The Elf nodded, "I can assure you that there are none. Feel free to search the area if you do not believe my word," he said, waving his hand toward the village behind him.
Elrohir gave him a quick glance. For some reason he did not trust this elf. They had followed Caycayal's directions fully. Yet when they arrived and requested his presence, they had claimed that they had never heard of such an Elf, and assured them that they knew nothing. Still he had an eerie feeling, as if he was hiding something. But his words were strong, and he seemed sincere.
With a nod toward the Elf, Elladan turned his steed around, motioning Elrohir to follow.
Once away from the village Elrohir let out a heavy sigh. "It doesn't make any sense," he said quietly, the wind playing gently with his black hair. "It seems as if he's hiding something."
"That's because he is," Elladan said, slowing his horse down. A quick look over his shoulder seemed to satisfy him, and he turned his horse to his right, leading the horse off the path.
Quickly Elrohir followed, curious by his brother's sudden actions. "Elladan? What are you doing?"
Elladan signaled for him to be quiet as he dismounted, making his way silently through the forest, edging closer to the village. Elrohir followed in the same manner, and the two soon found themselves crawling in the low brush in order to stay hidden.
Pushing through a large tangle of overgrown weeds, Elladan pushed himself onto his stomach as he peered over the edge. As he expected, the path he had chosen had led them straight to an outcropping that lay almost directly above the village.
Searing the area he quickly spotted the Elf that had met with them, Kaytar. Kaytar was not a Lord, nor a king, but he was indeed the leader of the small village. Kaytar made his way through the village, another Elf trailing after him. He watched the two disappear around the bend.
Quickly backtracking, Elladan led Elrohir through yet another maze of tangled weeds, being careful not to make too much sound, if at all possible none. Quickly he scanned the area, but it was empty. With a frown, he scooted back, and continued along the outcropping further, stopping to listen every once and a while.
Suddenly he heard voices, and pushed himself as far as he could go without being seen. He couldn't see anything, but he recognized Kaytar's voice as he spoke.
"This is not good Goereafehieo," he said softly, "That Elf has spread word, now we have Rivendell on to us."
"I do not think so," Elladan assumed that it was Goereafehieo who had spoken up, "I believe that you convinced them that they had the wrong village, you did well."
"Yes, but it still angers me that he betrayed us," Kaytar said, his voice rising, "And for what? Mortals do not deserve to live. They should all be killed if you ask me, put them out of their misery. They do nothing but destroy what we find most precious, because of their greed. It sickens me."
"Don't worry, he won't be able to cause anymore harm, the guards have taken care of him, as you requested" Goereafehieo said calmly.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged uneasy glances. There was more going on here than they thought.
"Good, come let us go. There are things that must be done," Kaytar said.
Suddenly a step could be heard behind them, as the fall of a foot snapped a twig. Elladan had no time to react as the hilt of a sword smashed into the back of his skull, dropping him into blackness. Elrohir however was luckier as he was able to gain his footing before the first attack fell.
Drawing a sword he found himself face to face with several Elves, each bearing a weapon of their own. He blocked each move they dealt him, but they gained up on him easily, and Elrohir found himself running out of room. He glanced uneasily behind him. The ground below was a drop, and he knew that if he fell, broken bones would be the least damage he could wish for.
With a groan Elladan opened his eyes, taking in the situation. Slowly he pushed himself to his knees, but before he could draw a weapon three of the Elves had bound his arms behind his back. A foot caught him in the side of the ribs, and he bit his lip to keep him from crying out as pain lanced through his side. Repeated blows to his side forced a cry from his lips as he tried to twist away.
Hearing his brother cry, Elrohir turned to see one of the Elves kicked him sharply in the face, just below his right eye. "Elladan!" he screamed his brother's name out as he saw him go limp.
The distraction was costly as the Elves moved in on Elrohir, swinging a fresh blade at him. The knife caught him in the side, and he gasped in pain, pulling away, but another Elf grabbed him by his wrist, twisting his arm so that he was forced to drop his weapon. The knife was ripped from his side, causing him to cry out.
Elrohir struggled against the hold, trying desperately to pull away. Frustrated at Elrohir's attempts, one of the Elves thrust a fist toward him, catching him under the chin. Elrohir's head snapped up at the sudden blow as spots danced before his vision.
Taking a deep breath Elrohir tried to calm his racing heart as he blinked several times, trying to clear his vision. He did not want to leave his brother, but he knew he had to find some way to send for help, otherwise the two of them more in likely would die.
Twisting sharply Elrohir pulled painfully out of the grasp that held him, breaking past the unsuspecting Elves. He found himself racing down the slopes, toward the horses, but came to a halt to find them gone. Dimly he realized that the Elves must have taken them in order to erase any attempted escapes.
It was not long before the Elves caught him, forcing him to his knees. Wasting no time they bound his hands behind him. One of the Elves grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his head back. A bloody knife rested against his throat as he looked up into the eyes of the Elf that held him captive.
He breathing was ragged as he gasped for breath, his side screamed at him in pain, and his heart twisted in fear.
The Elf that held him smiled cruelly, "Spying earns you death in Oppaco, but perhaps we can make an arrangement for you."
Elrohir closed his eyes, his heart trembling in fear, but he refused to show his captors that he was afraid as they drug him to his feet. He could only hope that somehow, he would be able to survive whatever it was they had planned.
TBC . . . . . . .
Will Caycayal pay the price for his noble heart? Well, that indeed is a big question, all I can say is 'read on'
Antia-
is there a special school for making you dangerous? Well, at the present time, no, there aren't any that I can think of. But one can never know. :o)
And I will make sure Cay gets your words of encouragement. He desperately needs them right about now.
a.n.g.e.l-
Um . . . . . . . I don't think you missed a chapter, not by the way it sounds.
In chapter 9 he (Estel) was indeed hurt (beaten from the Elves) and Caycayal did comfort him as well. He also rescued Estel, if you remember. "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." . . . . . . that tells some of what happened.
With the next chapter it was basically a time skip, if that's what you want to call it. Caycayal had taken Estel to Rivendell, knowing that Elrond more in likely could save him, and once there (Which is where we came in) his thoughts reflected back to some things he had done and thought. The reason for this is because 1) to keep the story moving ahead, 2) to get to the more important issues, and 3) nothing really happened.
Since the time Caycayal left the forest with Estel, to the time he arrived in Rivendell and waited for news on Estel's condition (Which is where the story started) nothing happened, and if it did, it was nothing of importance.
Yes Elrond and the Twins were still trying to find Estel, they had left about a week ago in order to see if they could locate him, but with no luck they headed home with hopes that Estel had been found by another party, or if he had somehow wandered home on his own. To their surprise, within the next day or so Caycayal arrived with Estel.
I hope that cleared up your confusion, sorry about that, I should have been more clear about those things. If you are still confused, feel free to bug me about it and I will try and to clear it up as best as I can. :o)
'Do not think you are on the right road just because it is a well-beaten path." -?-
Chapter 11: No Matter How Bad Things Are, Things Can Always Get Worse
"You swear by your lives that no mortals are being held here?" Elladan questioned in a soft, yet demanding tone.
The Elf nodded, "I can assure you that there are none. Feel free to search the area if you do not believe my word," he said, waving his hand toward the village behind him.
Elrohir gave him a quick glance. For some reason he did not trust this elf. They had followed Caycayal's directions fully. Yet when they arrived and requested his presence, they had claimed that they had never heard of such an Elf, and assured them that they knew nothing. Still he had an eerie feeling, as if he was hiding something. But his words were strong, and he seemed sincere.
With a nod toward the Elf, Elladan turned his steed around, motioning Elrohir to follow.
Once away from the village Elrohir let out a heavy sigh. "It doesn't make any sense," he said quietly, the wind playing gently with his black hair. "It seems as if he's hiding something."
"That's because he is," Elladan said, slowing his horse down. A quick look over his shoulder seemed to satisfy him, and he turned his horse to his right, leading the horse off the path.
Quickly Elrohir followed, curious by his brother's sudden actions. "Elladan? What are you doing?"
Elladan signaled for him to be quiet as he dismounted, making his way silently through the forest, edging closer to the village. Elrohir followed in the same manner, and the two soon found themselves crawling in the low brush in order to stay hidden.
Pushing through a large tangle of overgrown weeds, Elladan pushed himself onto his stomach as he peered over the edge. As he expected, the path he had chosen had led them straight to an outcropping that lay almost directly above the village.
Searing the area he quickly spotted the Elf that had met with them, Kaytar. Kaytar was not a Lord, nor a king, but he was indeed the leader of the small village. Kaytar made his way through the village, another Elf trailing after him. He watched the two disappear around the bend.
Quickly backtracking, Elladan led Elrohir through yet another maze of tangled weeds, being careful not to make too much sound, if at all possible none. Quickly he scanned the area, but it was empty. With a frown, he scooted back, and continued along the outcropping further, stopping to listen every once and a while.
Suddenly he heard voices, and pushed himself as far as he could go without being seen. He couldn't see anything, but he recognized Kaytar's voice as he spoke.
"This is not good Goereafehieo," he said softly, "That Elf has spread word, now we have Rivendell on to us."
"I do not think so," Elladan assumed that it was Goereafehieo who had spoken up, "I believe that you convinced them that they had the wrong village, you did well."
"Yes, but it still angers me that he betrayed us," Kaytar said, his voice rising, "And for what? Mortals do not deserve to live. They should all be killed if you ask me, put them out of their misery. They do nothing but destroy what we find most precious, because of their greed. It sickens me."
"Don't worry, he won't be able to cause anymore harm, the guards have taken care of him, as you requested" Goereafehieo said calmly.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged uneasy glances. There was more going on here than they thought.
"Good, come let us go. There are things that must be done," Kaytar said.
Suddenly a step could be heard behind them, as the fall of a foot snapped a twig. Elladan had no time to react as the hilt of a sword smashed into the back of his skull, dropping him into blackness. Elrohir however was luckier as he was able to gain his footing before the first attack fell.
Drawing a sword he found himself face to face with several Elves, each bearing a weapon of their own. He blocked each move they dealt him, but they gained up on him easily, and Elrohir found himself running out of room. He glanced uneasily behind him. The ground below was a drop, and he knew that if he fell, broken bones would be the least damage he could wish for.
With a groan Elladan opened his eyes, taking in the situation. Slowly he pushed himself to his knees, but before he could draw a weapon three of the Elves had bound his arms behind his back. A foot caught him in the side of the ribs, and he bit his lip to keep him from crying out as pain lanced through his side. Repeated blows to his side forced a cry from his lips as he tried to twist away.
Hearing his brother cry, Elrohir turned to see one of the Elves kicked him sharply in the face, just below his right eye. "Elladan!" he screamed his brother's name out as he saw him go limp.
The distraction was costly as the Elves moved in on Elrohir, swinging a fresh blade at him. The knife caught him in the side, and he gasped in pain, pulling away, but another Elf grabbed him by his wrist, twisting his arm so that he was forced to drop his weapon. The knife was ripped from his side, causing him to cry out.
Elrohir struggled against the hold, trying desperately to pull away. Frustrated at Elrohir's attempts, one of the Elves thrust a fist toward him, catching him under the chin. Elrohir's head snapped up at the sudden blow as spots danced before his vision.
Taking a deep breath Elrohir tried to calm his racing heart as he blinked several times, trying to clear his vision. He did not want to leave his brother, but he knew he had to find some way to send for help, otherwise the two of them more in likely would die.
Twisting sharply Elrohir pulled painfully out of the grasp that held him, breaking past the unsuspecting Elves. He found himself racing down the slopes, toward the horses, but came to a halt to find them gone. Dimly he realized that the Elves must have taken them in order to erase any attempted escapes.
It was not long before the Elves caught him, forcing him to his knees. Wasting no time they bound his hands behind him. One of the Elves grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his head back. A bloody knife rested against his throat as he looked up into the eyes of the Elf that held him captive.
He breathing was ragged as he gasped for breath, his side screamed at him in pain, and his heart twisted in fear.
The Elf that held him smiled cruelly, "Spying earns you death in Oppaco, but perhaps we can make an arrangement for you."
Elrohir closed his eyes, his heart trembling in fear, but he refused to show his captors that he was afraid as they drug him to his feet. He could only hope that somehow, he would be able to survive whatever it was they had planned.
TBC . . . . . . .