K...Phoenixqueen..yep, the blind thing is in reference to Piercing the Veil, the prequel to this story!
And..yep, for those of you who are wondering as to what Skin Changers are........they ARE shapeshifters (yay for you phoenixqueen!!!) lol Just note for this, not all skin changers are bad...some are okay and others are good. But most of the Tel'draug Skin Changers are horribly unkind towards Elves....downright hateful things lol
*beats plot bunny of of Cheysuli with a stick* lol whew...finally, I got taht little bunny off of ya! No, no werewolves...LEggy is still a sexy Elf!
*watches as Halo tackles Legolas* ooh........HERE'S THE POST! I WANT MORE OF YOUR STORY! LOL *tries to pry Halo off of Legolas* come on, Halo..I need him for this post!! Fine, you can hold him until the post begins, but not after then!
Nili, don't be silly! I would never turn Legolas into anything unnatural. Aragorn would be too sad. Of course Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir are going! They are loyal and cool! Besides, that wonderful cool Elf Glorfindel needs moral support!
*pries Halo off of LEgolas, then I huggle ARagorn* Now then...onto the post!
I OWN Hrive (pronounced Ree-vae), Ohtar, AranenTel'draug, Arrna, and the other Tel'draug skin changers...okay ?
NOTE: This is the Elvish meaning of these names....just in case ya wanna know...
Arrna = storm
Hrive= winter
Ohtar = warrior
AranenTel'draug = King of the Wolf
Tel'draug = the wolf
Chapter 2
"He has been captured?"
Aragorn's jaw dropped upon hearing the news of his friend . The heir of Isildur had only just walked in the door to hear of his friend's disappearance.
"Legolas disappeared in the land in which the Tel'draug skin changers dwell in the chill of winter. The only way to truly find out if he is captured is to go to them,"Glorfindel replied.
Aragorn nodded. "Then I will go with you."
Elrond looked over at his adopted son. "You just returned from the wild barely hours ago. You are weary,"he protested.
"Your point being....? Besides.....even if I decided not to go, it would be useless. I could not rest knowing my best friend is out there, possibly being..."Aragorn stopped himself at the thought of what the skin changers could do to Legolas.
Elladan, followed by Elrohir, stopped at the door, having heard the latter part of Aragorn's speech. "What's wrong, Estel?"
"Legolas has gone missing, possibly captured by the Tel'draug Skin Changers,"Aragorn replied before Elrond or Glorfindel could stop him.
"You are planning to go help him?"Elrohir made the question sound more like a statement as he took in the appearance of Glorfindel and Aragorn.
Both the golden haired elf and the Dunedain were dressed, their packs laying on the ground at their feet, as if ready to depart.
Glorfindel nodded mutely.
"Then we will go too. When do we leave?"Elladan asked.
"As soon as possible,"Glorfindel stated.
"We will be ready."
* * * * * * * * *
The group departed from the house of Elrond barely half an hour later. All rode horses, going at a swift gallop.
"Glorfindel, why did the skin changers take Legolas?"Aragorn inquired.
"They harbor a strong dislike for Elves,"the fair haired Elf replied, tensing slightly at the mention of the Tel'draug.
"Why is that?"
Glorfindel never removed his gaze from the forest as he took a deep breath, recalling the tale from years before. "In short, years ago, the leader of the Tel'draug, AranenTel'draug fell in love with a young Elven maiden. Neither side approved of the union, but still, the couple married. One winter, the maiden journeyed deep into the forest in the company of some Elven warriors of her homeland. A pack of Wargs attacked....and tragically, she was slain..........And ever since that day, AranenTel'draug has despised all Elves."
Glorfindel took a deep breath, trying to release the tension from his body as he purposely left out certain parts of the tale involving him.
What Glorfindel did not tell the young Dunedain was that he, himself had been given the horrible task of returning the maiden's body to the leader of the Skin Changers.....and the punishment Glorfindel had been given for not protecting the Elven woman. When Glorfindel had come bearing the bad news, the Skin Changer had acted horribly, enraged and grieving, and had held him captive..........
Glorfindel blinked swiftly, jerking himself from the pit of memories he had teetered on the edge of. No. Now was not the time for thinking of the past.
The four of them rode on, destined for heart of the forest that surrounded Imladris.
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas blinked blearily upon hearing the door of his cell open, then shut. He struggled weakly against his bonds, desperately not wanting to go through the same treatment as before.
Earlier, AranenTel'draug had beat him.....hard. By the time he had stopped, Legolas had been barely conscious, hanging on to the light by a thread.
The only thing he had heard was a soft voice crying out for the beating to cease.....then darkness. He didn't even know if the voice was his, or belonged to another.
Legolas raised his eyes to see a large Skin changer in the form of a man. The large man's dark, brown hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His ice blue eyes glittered coldly in the dim lighting of the cell, sparking with dislike for the being before him.
Upon identifying his visitor, Legolas lowered his gaze to the floor.
The Skin Changer gave a soft wolf-like bark before he spoke, "You are to acknowledge your superiors when they enter the room, Elf."
Legolas shook his head slightly, "I see no reason to do so."
The Skin Changer growled softly, showing he was no ordinary man, no matter how human he looked, "You will pay for that."
With that comment, the Tel'draug punched Legolas hard in the stomach, doubling him over. He then harshly back handed the Elf, jerking him up from his hunched stance, grabbing him by his hair to tilt his head back to look him in the eye.
"You will fear me, Elf."
Legolas didn't even reply. There was no point to. Replying would only make the Skin Changer angrier...and that was something Legolas simply did not want to deal with.
In response to Legolas's silence, the Skin Changer punched him hard in the jaw, then across his temple. Spots danced before the Elf's eyes..........
Then the *real* pain came.....
* * * * * * * * *
AranenTel'draug looked out at the forest, where the snow fell softly and serenely. The tall, muscular Skin Changer, like all of the others that were of his kind, held the appearance of a man when not in his other form.
His shoulder length, dark hair fell in disheveled waves, sloppily pulled back, like a warrior's.
"Father? What troubles you?"A soft voice inquired from behind.
The leader of the Tel'draug didn't even turn around. "Nothing at all, daughter. Why do you ask?"
"Because the only time you come out here and just stand is when something bothers you." The amusement in the young Tel'draug's voice was unmistakable.
When met with silence, the young woman pressed on. "It's the Elf, isn't it.....? Why don't you just set him free and let it go, father? Mother would not want you to—"
"No. No. No. I told you never to speak of that time again,"The inhuman growl in the Skin Changer's voice was unmistakable as he turned to his daughter.
After an awkward pause, the younger of the two spoke yet again.
"By the way.....where is Ohtar? I wish to speak with him...I haven't seen him all day,"the daughter inquired offhandedly.
With a wave of dismissal, AranenTel'draug replied, "He is with the Elf."
The daughter's eyes widened, a startled gasp escaping her throat as she dashed off into the underground city of the Tel'draug, her destination, the dungeons.
* * * * * * * *
Legolas was unable to stifle the soft groan that escaped his throat as yet another harsh blow fell upon his abused body.
Through the haze of agony, he could vaguely hear the door to the dungeons opening and shutting. Following that, soft, but angry footsteps could be heard approaching his cell.
"Ohtar!" The large skin changer that had been beating him whirled upon hearing his name being shouted by a feminine voice. The tone of the voice left no room for argument, holding a harsh discipline and determination that was best left unrivaled.
"What?!" The Skin changer turned, annoyed.
"Back away from the Elf immediately,"the voice ordered.
In response to the command, the Skin Changer turned around and delivered yet another blow to Legolas's face.
"I said...Get. Away. From. The. Elf. Do not make me spell it out for you again, *little* brother,"the voice stated yet again, their tone soft and threatening.
The first Skin Changer growled at the Elf, "I will be back." Then, he stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Legolas slumped forward in his restraints, relieved that he was finally alone....or so he thought.
Barely a moment later, a hand touched his forehead. Legolas weakly tried to jerk back, fighting for strength to move as he tried to resist whatever, or whoever was undoubtedly wanting to inflict some kind of pain on him.
Unconsciously, Legolas spoke, "Please...no more..."
"Hush now.........Amin na-mellon(I am a friend) ((I don't think I translated that right..but forgive me!)),"the owner of the hand whispered, soothingly stroking Legolas's hair.
Legolas drug his eyes open upon hearing the soft spoken Elvish words. He searched for his voice and finally found it, choked and hoarse with pain, "Mellon? E' *sina* band? (Friend? In *this* prison?)"
The female who had rushed to Legolas's aid arched an eyebrow at the Elf's questioning sarcasm. "Uma, amin na-mellon.(Yes, I am a friend.)"
"W-Who are you?"Legolas inquired, looking at the face of his rescuer.
The female who had come to his aid was small and slender, filled with wiry muscle. Her dark, shoulder length curly hair flowed, disheveled and unkempt. Her icy blue eyes were the kind that were painful to look into, filled with a fiery defiance, yet filled with compassion that one usually only saw within the Elven lands.
But one thing stood out about her.
She looked to be barely 16 years old.
"My identity should not concern you." She replied softly, "What should concern you is your own healing and well-being."
Legolas nodded, grimacing at the pain the movement caused. Immediately, the young woman moved to inspect the gash and lump on the Elf's head.
"I will be back later with some medical supplies....and hopefully some decent food,"she murmured, looking disgustedly over at the food tray Legolas had been given.
With that, she quickly, but silently, fled the dungeons, leaving Legolas alone in his nightmarish cell yet again.
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NOTE: ppls, there will be NO romance....K? Don't worry...no matter what happens, there will be no romance.....k? AIGHT!? Aight....lol
And..yep, for those of you who are wondering as to what Skin Changers are........they ARE shapeshifters (yay for you phoenixqueen!!!) lol Just note for this, not all skin changers are bad...some are okay and others are good. But most of the Tel'draug Skin Changers are horribly unkind towards Elves....downright hateful things lol
*beats plot bunny of of Cheysuli with a stick* lol whew...finally, I got taht little bunny off of ya! No, no werewolves...LEggy is still a sexy Elf!
*watches as Halo tackles Legolas* ooh........HERE'S THE POST! I WANT MORE OF YOUR STORY! LOL *tries to pry Halo off of Legolas* come on, Halo..I need him for this post!! Fine, you can hold him until the post begins, but not after then!
Nili, don't be silly! I would never turn Legolas into anything unnatural. Aragorn would be too sad. Of course Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir are going! They are loyal and cool! Besides, that wonderful cool Elf Glorfindel needs moral support!
*pries Halo off of LEgolas, then I huggle ARagorn* Now then...onto the post!
I OWN Hrive (pronounced Ree-vae), Ohtar, AranenTel'draug, Arrna, and the other Tel'draug skin changers...okay ?
NOTE: This is the Elvish meaning of these names....just in case ya wanna know...
Arrna = storm
Hrive= winter
Ohtar = warrior
AranenTel'draug = King of the Wolf
Tel'draug = the wolf
Chapter 2
"He has been captured?"
Aragorn's jaw dropped upon hearing the news of his friend . The heir of Isildur had only just walked in the door to hear of his friend's disappearance.
"Legolas disappeared in the land in which the Tel'draug skin changers dwell in the chill of winter. The only way to truly find out if he is captured is to go to them,"Glorfindel replied.
Aragorn nodded. "Then I will go with you."
Elrond looked over at his adopted son. "You just returned from the wild barely hours ago. You are weary,"he protested.
"Your point being....? Besides.....even if I decided not to go, it would be useless. I could not rest knowing my best friend is out there, possibly being..."Aragorn stopped himself at the thought of what the skin changers could do to Legolas.
Elladan, followed by Elrohir, stopped at the door, having heard the latter part of Aragorn's speech. "What's wrong, Estel?"
"Legolas has gone missing, possibly captured by the Tel'draug Skin Changers,"Aragorn replied before Elrond or Glorfindel could stop him.
"You are planning to go help him?"Elrohir made the question sound more like a statement as he took in the appearance of Glorfindel and Aragorn.
Both the golden haired elf and the Dunedain were dressed, their packs laying on the ground at their feet, as if ready to depart.
Glorfindel nodded mutely.
"Then we will go too. When do we leave?"Elladan asked.
"As soon as possible,"Glorfindel stated.
"We will be ready."
* * * * * * * * *
The group departed from the house of Elrond barely half an hour later. All rode horses, going at a swift gallop.
"Glorfindel, why did the skin changers take Legolas?"Aragorn inquired.
"They harbor a strong dislike for Elves,"the fair haired Elf replied, tensing slightly at the mention of the Tel'draug.
"Why is that?"
Glorfindel never removed his gaze from the forest as he took a deep breath, recalling the tale from years before. "In short, years ago, the leader of the Tel'draug, AranenTel'draug fell in love with a young Elven maiden. Neither side approved of the union, but still, the couple married. One winter, the maiden journeyed deep into the forest in the company of some Elven warriors of her homeland. A pack of Wargs attacked....and tragically, she was slain..........And ever since that day, AranenTel'draug has despised all Elves."
Glorfindel took a deep breath, trying to release the tension from his body as he purposely left out certain parts of the tale involving him.
What Glorfindel did not tell the young Dunedain was that he, himself had been given the horrible task of returning the maiden's body to the leader of the Skin Changers.....and the punishment Glorfindel had been given for not protecting the Elven woman. When Glorfindel had come bearing the bad news, the Skin Changer had acted horribly, enraged and grieving, and had held him captive..........
Glorfindel blinked swiftly, jerking himself from the pit of memories he had teetered on the edge of. No. Now was not the time for thinking of the past.
The four of them rode on, destined for heart of the forest that surrounded Imladris.
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas blinked blearily upon hearing the door of his cell open, then shut. He struggled weakly against his bonds, desperately not wanting to go through the same treatment as before.
Earlier, AranenTel'draug had beat him.....hard. By the time he had stopped, Legolas had been barely conscious, hanging on to the light by a thread.
The only thing he had heard was a soft voice crying out for the beating to cease.....then darkness. He didn't even know if the voice was his, or belonged to another.
Legolas raised his eyes to see a large Skin changer in the form of a man. The large man's dark, brown hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His ice blue eyes glittered coldly in the dim lighting of the cell, sparking with dislike for the being before him.
Upon identifying his visitor, Legolas lowered his gaze to the floor.
The Skin Changer gave a soft wolf-like bark before he spoke, "You are to acknowledge your superiors when they enter the room, Elf."
Legolas shook his head slightly, "I see no reason to do so."
The Skin Changer growled softly, showing he was no ordinary man, no matter how human he looked, "You will pay for that."
With that comment, the Tel'draug punched Legolas hard in the stomach, doubling him over. He then harshly back handed the Elf, jerking him up from his hunched stance, grabbing him by his hair to tilt his head back to look him in the eye.
"You will fear me, Elf."
Legolas didn't even reply. There was no point to. Replying would only make the Skin Changer angrier...and that was something Legolas simply did not want to deal with.
In response to Legolas's silence, the Skin Changer punched him hard in the jaw, then across his temple. Spots danced before the Elf's eyes..........
Then the *real* pain came.....
* * * * * * * * *
AranenTel'draug looked out at the forest, where the snow fell softly and serenely. The tall, muscular Skin Changer, like all of the others that were of his kind, held the appearance of a man when not in his other form.
His shoulder length, dark hair fell in disheveled waves, sloppily pulled back, like a warrior's.
"Father? What troubles you?"A soft voice inquired from behind.
The leader of the Tel'draug didn't even turn around. "Nothing at all, daughter. Why do you ask?"
"Because the only time you come out here and just stand is when something bothers you." The amusement in the young Tel'draug's voice was unmistakable.
When met with silence, the young woman pressed on. "It's the Elf, isn't it.....? Why don't you just set him free and let it go, father? Mother would not want you to—"
"No. No. No. I told you never to speak of that time again,"The inhuman growl in the Skin Changer's voice was unmistakable as he turned to his daughter.
After an awkward pause, the younger of the two spoke yet again.
"By the way.....where is Ohtar? I wish to speak with him...I haven't seen him all day,"the daughter inquired offhandedly.
With a wave of dismissal, AranenTel'draug replied, "He is with the Elf."
The daughter's eyes widened, a startled gasp escaping her throat as she dashed off into the underground city of the Tel'draug, her destination, the dungeons.
* * * * * * * *
Legolas was unable to stifle the soft groan that escaped his throat as yet another harsh blow fell upon his abused body.
Through the haze of agony, he could vaguely hear the door to the dungeons opening and shutting. Following that, soft, but angry footsteps could be heard approaching his cell.
"Ohtar!" The large skin changer that had been beating him whirled upon hearing his name being shouted by a feminine voice. The tone of the voice left no room for argument, holding a harsh discipline and determination that was best left unrivaled.
"What?!" The Skin changer turned, annoyed.
"Back away from the Elf immediately,"the voice ordered.
In response to the command, the Skin Changer turned around and delivered yet another blow to Legolas's face.
"I said...Get. Away. From. The. Elf. Do not make me spell it out for you again, *little* brother,"the voice stated yet again, their tone soft and threatening.
The first Skin Changer growled at the Elf, "I will be back." Then, he stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Legolas slumped forward in his restraints, relieved that he was finally alone....or so he thought.
Barely a moment later, a hand touched his forehead. Legolas weakly tried to jerk back, fighting for strength to move as he tried to resist whatever, or whoever was undoubtedly wanting to inflict some kind of pain on him.
Unconsciously, Legolas spoke, "Please...no more..."
"Hush now.........Amin na-mellon(I am a friend) ((I don't think I translated that right..but forgive me!)),"the owner of the hand whispered, soothingly stroking Legolas's hair.
Legolas drug his eyes open upon hearing the soft spoken Elvish words. He searched for his voice and finally found it, choked and hoarse with pain, "Mellon? E' *sina* band? (Friend? In *this* prison?)"
The female who had rushed to Legolas's aid arched an eyebrow at the Elf's questioning sarcasm. "Uma, amin na-mellon.(Yes, I am a friend.)"
"W-Who are you?"Legolas inquired, looking at the face of his rescuer.
The female who had come to his aid was small and slender, filled with wiry muscle. Her dark, shoulder length curly hair flowed, disheveled and unkempt. Her icy blue eyes were the kind that were painful to look into, filled with a fiery defiance, yet filled with compassion that one usually only saw within the Elven lands.
But one thing stood out about her.
She looked to be barely 16 years old.
"My identity should not concern you." She replied softly, "What should concern you is your own healing and well-being."
Legolas nodded, grimacing at the pain the movement caused. Immediately, the young woman moved to inspect the gash and lump on the Elf's head.
"I will be back later with some medical supplies....and hopefully some decent food,"she murmured, looking disgustedly over at the food tray Legolas had been given.
With that, she quickly, but silently, fled the dungeons, leaving Legolas alone in his nightmarish cell yet again.
*************
NOTE: ppls, there will be NO romance....K? Don't worry...no matter what happens, there will be no romance.....k? AIGHT!? Aight....lol