Carrie-
If you reviewed for the first chapter it never showed up . . .
Corean and Trinea are older in the story, as is everyone else, about 12 years have gone by since the last story, so that gives you an idea on age. . . as for are they going to be alright? Well . . . read on and find out. Hehe . . . they do have their work cut out for them.
Yes Elrohir, poor Elrohir. I don't know about you but I normally end up cleaning up my brother's mess even though I had no part in it . . . the way I see it is that if you don't want to end up doing the dirty work . . . don't be around. :o)
To all of you that have asked this-
How did I come up with Azscverbae? Well I tend to make up a lot of names, I play with sounds and form them. About 95% of the names I come up with are completely and originally mine, such as Emmithar, which is both my pen name, and my Elvish name and is an actual character I've created for Firehearts: Legend of the Flame.
Elrohir and Elladan both seem to get into trouble, so it's just not one of them. The way I see it is that Elladan tends to pick on Aragorn more, and Elrohir picks on Elladan more, and Aragorn enjoys picking on both of them.
The fight scene with the apples was between Elladan and Aragorn, so that's why Elrohir was just watching, he wasn't about to take sides.
To clear up confusion with a few of you . . . when I use the symbols *~*~*~*~*~* I will be going into a completely new section. When I use ****** I will be on the same idea, just sometime later. Hope that clears up the confusion with you all.
'A friend is a person with whom you dare to be yourself' -Frank Crane-
Chapter 3: Desperate Hope
Aragorn wandered down the hall, lost in thought. Supper had ended not to long ago and Elladan and Elrohir had gone to the stables. They had invited Aragorn along, but he waved off the invitation. The days events had begun to take its toll on him, and even climbing the stairs had been a tiresome task.
He passed Elrond's door, then stopped as he realized that he and Glorfinde1 were talking in quiet voices. Moving quietly he found himself standing near the door, out of sight, but in hearing range. Still it was hard to pick up the faint voices.
"Azscverbae refused the Elves to enter? Are you certain?" his father asked softly.
"Yes, but for what reason I do not know. Perhaps they are afraid of us," Glorfindel suggested.
"That could be, but we have never attacked nor harmed them. Why should they find reason to fear Elves? More in likely they are hiding something, or something happened that they do not wish us to find out. Perhaps they know that some of their wolves escaped, and do not want to claim responsibility for it," Elrond stated.
"Whatever the reason, Thranduil is anxious to find out. He will be sending a group out within the next few days, and he has asked for your support," Glorfindel said.
Aragorn heard his father let out a sigh. He knew that the two Elven lords had no great love for one another. "Yes, tell Thranduil that I will send my sons, Elladan and Elrohir would be willing to go."
"And what of Estel?" he asked softly.
Aragorn listened intently, waiting for his father's reply.
"Estel will stay here. The road is too dangerous for him. He is still young."
"But I can help!" Aragorn said stepping into the room.
The two Elves looked up at his entrance, surprised that he had been eavesdropping.
"Estel, how long have you been there?" Elrond asked, watching his son carefully.
Aragorn blushed slightly. "Not long," he said softly, his fingers grazing the buttons on his coat. He took a step forward, "Father, let me go. I can help, I know I can."
Elrond shook his head. "No Estel, you're too young, it's too dangerous."
"Father," Aragorn pleaded. "I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself now. Let me go, please!"
Elrond held his hand up, cutting his young human son off. "I said no, when you are under my roof your are to follow my rules, is that clear?"
Aragorn let out a sigh. "That's not fair, Father," he pleaded softly. "Please, I may seem like a child to you, but I'm not. Let me go."
"No!" Elrond said with a little more force than necessary, "We will talk no more about this subject, now go to your room."
Aragorn shook his head. "That's not fair," he cried again, but Elrond held his hand. Aragorn gave a heavy sigh, leaving the room, fighting back tears. He doubted that his Elven father would ever see him as anything but a child.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pain shot through his legs as he landed heavily on his knees. Gasping for breath he could not help as a cry was wrenched from him as the harsh whip landed across his sore shoulders.
Corean watched helplessly as the Orcs whipped Trinea. He knew that the his friend did not have the strength to carry on, and there was nothing he could do. The first time Trinea had fallen he had moved to his side to help his fallen friend. But the Orcs now restrained him.
He watched as Trinea struggled to his feet once more. The two of them had been in the hands of the Orcs for two days now. They had been taken easily, their hands bound behind their backs and forced to march on now with limited rest.
He alone had enough strength to go on for days, but Trinea was wearing down, and quickly. The wound to his side had not been treated, and the loss of blood was amounting.
As for him, his arm throbbed painfully, and the ropes that cut further into it did not help it any. He found himself marching forward once again, walking besides Trinea.
"Hold on my friend," he whispered softly in Elvish. "We'll find a way out of this."
Trinea could not find the strength to respond, to focused on walking and breathing, but the words gave him strength that he grasped onto. They traveled on, but when Trinea fell again he could not find the strength to stand.
Corean fought against the Orcs that held him as Trinea cried out in pain as the others beat him. Leather boots and whips fell against him, tearing through cloth and flesh. It wasn't long before he lost consciousness, and even then the Orcs continued their cruel beatings. But soon they grew tired of their game and stopped, wondering what to do then.
One of the Orcs withdrew a long curved blade, grabbing the unconscious elf by the hair, exposing his pale neck. "I say we just finish him now. No use in dragging around dead weight." He pressed the blade against his throat, a small trickle of blood appeared.
"No," Corean cried, trying to free himself form the painful grasp of the Orcs that held him. "Let me help him. I can save him, but you must free me from my bindings."
The Orc laughed, withdrawing the blade and letting the Elf fall back to the forest floor. He stepped in front of him, holding the blade up against his face, wiping the blood off along his cheek. "What can you do?" he taunted.
"Let me go, and I can show you," Corean whispered softly.
The Orc glared at him. Suddenly he brought his arm up, smashing the dull end of the blade alongside his cheek with enough force that it cut deeply into his flesh. He muffled a cry, clenching his jaw shut as pain laced itself through his skull. The point of the blade was pressed under his chin, forcing him to raise his head. "Don't you try anything Elf," he spat out. "Release him."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Elrond walked down the hall, pausing by his youngest son's door. It was open slightly, the light creeping out into the dark hallway. He opened the door slightly, his eyes drifting to the bed, where Aragorn slept soundly.
He was laying on his stomach, his head resting on his arms. Elrond picked up the edge of the blankets and draped them over his still form, sitting on the edge of the bed. He moved his hand over his son's back in circular motions, as he slept. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his head, letting it drop so that he now faced the window.
Elrond stood and blew the candle out that sat on the sill of the window, casting the room into darkness. He paused in the doorway, listening to the soft breathing. He regretted his harsh tone he had held earlier. He would have to talk to him later, he decided. "Sleep well, my son."
*******
Aragorn opened his eyes slowly, making sure that Elrond was gone. Once certain that all was quiet he slipped out of bed, pulling his shoes on quickly. Under his bed he had slipped a pack that he had filled with numerous items earlier that day.
Pulling it out, he made his way over to the window, unlatching it and opening it. The sky had clouded and rain began to fall as he pulled the pack on, over his shoulders. Reaching out he grabbed the edge of the branch firmly, letting himself swing out to the tree that grew by his window, making sure to close the window behind him.
He was able to navigate his way down easily, this wasn't the first time he had climbed out of the window. Pulling his hood up, Aragorn made his way quickly to the stables, only to stop halfway. The hooves against the stone might wake someone, and he couldn't afford to be caught. But not taking one meant a longer journey. He stood for a moment, trying to decide, then chose to play it safe.
He turned around and headed for the woods, he would show them that he was capable of going on a mission. Now he only had to find out where he had to go.
******
TBC . . .
If you reviewed for the first chapter it never showed up . . .
Corean and Trinea are older in the story, as is everyone else, about 12 years have gone by since the last story, so that gives you an idea on age. . . as for are they going to be alright? Well . . . read on and find out. Hehe . . . they do have their work cut out for them.
Yes Elrohir, poor Elrohir. I don't know about you but I normally end up cleaning up my brother's mess even though I had no part in it . . . the way I see it is that if you don't want to end up doing the dirty work . . . don't be around. :o)
To all of you that have asked this-
How did I come up with Azscverbae? Well I tend to make up a lot of names, I play with sounds and form them. About 95% of the names I come up with are completely and originally mine, such as Emmithar, which is both my pen name, and my Elvish name and is an actual character I've created for Firehearts: Legend of the Flame.
Elrohir and Elladan both seem to get into trouble, so it's just not one of them. The way I see it is that Elladan tends to pick on Aragorn more, and Elrohir picks on Elladan more, and Aragorn enjoys picking on both of them.
The fight scene with the apples was between Elladan and Aragorn, so that's why Elrohir was just watching, he wasn't about to take sides.
To clear up confusion with a few of you . . . when I use the symbols *~*~*~*~*~* I will be going into a completely new section. When I use ****** I will be on the same idea, just sometime later. Hope that clears up the confusion with you all.
'A friend is a person with whom you dare to be yourself' -Frank Crane-
Chapter 3: Desperate Hope
Aragorn wandered down the hall, lost in thought. Supper had ended not to long ago and Elladan and Elrohir had gone to the stables. They had invited Aragorn along, but he waved off the invitation. The days events had begun to take its toll on him, and even climbing the stairs had been a tiresome task.
He passed Elrond's door, then stopped as he realized that he and Glorfinde1 were talking in quiet voices. Moving quietly he found himself standing near the door, out of sight, but in hearing range. Still it was hard to pick up the faint voices.
"Azscverbae refused the Elves to enter? Are you certain?" his father asked softly.
"Yes, but for what reason I do not know. Perhaps they are afraid of us," Glorfindel suggested.
"That could be, but we have never attacked nor harmed them. Why should they find reason to fear Elves? More in likely they are hiding something, or something happened that they do not wish us to find out. Perhaps they know that some of their wolves escaped, and do not want to claim responsibility for it," Elrond stated.
"Whatever the reason, Thranduil is anxious to find out. He will be sending a group out within the next few days, and he has asked for your support," Glorfindel said.
Aragorn heard his father let out a sigh. He knew that the two Elven lords had no great love for one another. "Yes, tell Thranduil that I will send my sons, Elladan and Elrohir would be willing to go."
"And what of Estel?" he asked softly.
Aragorn listened intently, waiting for his father's reply.
"Estel will stay here. The road is too dangerous for him. He is still young."
"But I can help!" Aragorn said stepping into the room.
The two Elves looked up at his entrance, surprised that he had been eavesdropping.
"Estel, how long have you been there?" Elrond asked, watching his son carefully.
Aragorn blushed slightly. "Not long," he said softly, his fingers grazing the buttons on his coat. He took a step forward, "Father, let me go. I can help, I know I can."
Elrond shook his head. "No Estel, you're too young, it's too dangerous."
"Father," Aragorn pleaded. "I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself now. Let me go, please!"
Elrond held his hand up, cutting his young human son off. "I said no, when you are under my roof your are to follow my rules, is that clear?"
Aragorn let out a sigh. "That's not fair, Father," he pleaded softly. "Please, I may seem like a child to you, but I'm not. Let me go."
"No!" Elrond said with a little more force than necessary, "We will talk no more about this subject, now go to your room."
Aragorn shook his head. "That's not fair," he cried again, but Elrond held his hand. Aragorn gave a heavy sigh, leaving the room, fighting back tears. He doubted that his Elven father would ever see him as anything but a child.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pain shot through his legs as he landed heavily on his knees. Gasping for breath he could not help as a cry was wrenched from him as the harsh whip landed across his sore shoulders.
Corean watched helplessly as the Orcs whipped Trinea. He knew that the his friend did not have the strength to carry on, and there was nothing he could do. The first time Trinea had fallen he had moved to his side to help his fallen friend. But the Orcs now restrained him.
He watched as Trinea struggled to his feet once more. The two of them had been in the hands of the Orcs for two days now. They had been taken easily, their hands bound behind their backs and forced to march on now with limited rest.
He alone had enough strength to go on for days, but Trinea was wearing down, and quickly. The wound to his side had not been treated, and the loss of blood was amounting.
As for him, his arm throbbed painfully, and the ropes that cut further into it did not help it any. He found himself marching forward once again, walking besides Trinea.
"Hold on my friend," he whispered softly in Elvish. "We'll find a way out of this."
Trinea could not find the strength to respond, to focused on walking and breathing, but the words gave him strength that he grasped onto. They traveled on, but when Trinea fell again he could not find the strength to stand.
Corean fought against the Orcs that held him as Trinea cried out in pain as the others beat him. Leather boots and whips fell against him, tearing through cloth and flesh. It wasn't long before he lost consciousness, and even then the Orcs continued their cruel beatings. But soon they grew tired of their game and stopped, wondering what to do then.
One of the Orcs withdrew a long curved blade, grabbing the unconscious elf by the hair, exposing his pale neck. "I say we just finish him now. No use in dragging around dead weight." He pressed the blade against his throat, a small trickle of blood appeared.
"No," Corean cried, trying to free himself form the painful grasp of the Orcs that held him. "Let me help him. I can save him, but you must free me from my bindings."
The Orc laughed, withdrawing the blade and letting the Elf fall back to the forest floor. He stepped in front of him, holding the blade up against his face, wiping the blood off along his cheek. "What can you do?" he taunted.
"Let me go, and I can show you," Corean whispered softly.
The Orc glared at him. Suddenly he brought his arm up, smashing the dull end of the blade alongside his cheek with enough force that it cut deeply into his flesh. He muffled a cry, clenching his jaw shut as pain laced itself through his skull. The point of the blade was pressed under his chin, forcing him to raise his head. "Don't you try anything Elf," he spat out. "Release him."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Elrond walked down the hall, pausing by his youngest son's door. It was open slightly, the light creeping out into the dark hallway. He opened the door slightly, his eyes drifting to the bed, where Aragorn slept soundly.
He was laying on his stomach, his head resting on his arms. Elrond picked up the edge of the blankets and draped them over his still form, sitting on the edge of the bed. He moved his hand over his son's back in circular motions, as he slept. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his head, letting it drop so that he now faced the window.
Elrond stood and blew the candle out that sat on the sill of the window, casting the room into darkness. He paused in the doorway, listening to the soft breathing. He regretted his harsh tone he had held earlier. He would have to talk to him later, he decided. "Sleep well, my son."
*******
Aragorn opened his eyes slowly, making sure that Elrond was gone. Once certain that all was quiet he slipped out of bed, pulling his shoes on quickly. Under his bed he had slipped a pack that he had filled with numerous items earlier that day.
Pulling it out, he made his way over to the window, unlatching it and opening it. The sky had clouded and rain began to fall as he pulled the pack on, over his shoulders. Reaching out he grabbed the edge of the branch firmly, letting himself swing out to the tree that grew by his window, making sure to close the window behind him.
He was able to navigate his way down easily, this wasn't the first time he had climbed out of the window. Pulling his hood up, Aragorn made his way quickly to the stables, only to stop halfway. The hooves against the stone might wake someone, and he couldn't afford to be caught. But not taking one meant a longer journey. He stood for a moment, trying to decide, then chose to play it safe.
He turned around and headed for the woods, he would show them that he was capable of going on a mission. Now he only had to find out where he had to go.
******
TBC . . .