So many nice reviews! Thank you. Well, I decided to work on the next
chapter early so I could get it up today, it's still short, but longer than
the last one. Onto responses.
JediKnightBalthasar-
Well of course if you slice your wrists open and hold them under water you would die. I don't think Estel would do something like that though, so I think we're safe.
Well yes, that is true. The arrow did go almost all the way through, and the smartest decision would be to push it through, cut off the head, and pull the shaft out, but remember, both of them were unarmed and in the middle of a battle, so they didn't exactly have the time, if you know what I mean.
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
Don't you ever hurt yourself with all the head smacking? Or at least break the keyboard?
Anita-
I don't think it would be the best idea to anger some Orcs, LOL, like I said, now you have to deal with them, hope you can get away!
'The best mirror is an old friend.' -English Proverb-
Chapter 9: Hadrian
"Something's wrong," Elladan said quietly, pacing back in forth in front of the fire. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword as he turned to Elrohir. "They should have been back by now."
Elrohir nodded, silently agreeing. The two had been gone now for a while, and Elrohir had begun to feel slightly guilty that he had stopped Elladan from going after Estel. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He would never forgive himself if something had happened to him.
"Go look for them. We'll stay here and keep watch," Sarlein said softly, glancing back at the others who nodded softly. "If something did happen, Legolas wouldn't abandon him."
Elladan nodded. "Yes, I know. Come on Elrohir, let us make haste."
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Legolas fell heavily to his knees as the Orcs pushed him down roughly. Aragorn landed in the dirt besides him, breathing heavy. The only reason that he was able to stay upright was the fact that the Orc held onto him by the back of his coat.
They had traveled throughout the night at a steady fast pace. Several times Aragorn's legs had given away under his weight, and the Orcs had continued on, dragging him behind them until he managed to get back to his feet. His side and leg wounds burned with pain, and as much as he hurt he couldn't help but think of how much pain Legolas was in, the arrow still stuck firmly in his back.
Legolas' head still throbbed from the blows his skull had taken, and the poison that laced the arrowhead was slowly working its way through his system. He felt sick, and he fought to keep his vision clear. Lifting his head up he could see the buildings of Azscverbae in the distance behind the gate they had stopped at.
He had been to the town several times, it wasn't his favorite place in all of Middle Earth, the men of the town always seemed to be causing trouble. But for some reason the town didn't look the same. It was Azscverbae, he could tell by the surroundings, but he never seen this part of the town.
The gate opened and the two were hauled up onto their feet and pushed inside. They were brought to back of a large building onto a stone courtyard, once again forced to their knees. Night still hung over and the Orcs were able to move freely without worry. One of the Orcs pounded on the door, waiting by it silently.
It opened and the Orc spoke freely in a language that Legolas didn't recognize, or at least he didn't think he recognized it, but it was hard to think at the moment. He found himself staring at a pair of boots suddenly, and before he could react a large cold fist grabbed a handful of his long golden hair, yanking his head back forcefully so that he stared into the face of the man that had come out.
He was tall for a man; his dark eyes lit up with small amusement. He reached a grimy hand down, his long fingers wrapping around his chin and turning his head to one side.
"Well, what do we have here?" he laughed softly. "An Elf. Good work. What is your name?"
Legolas closed his eyes, refusing to answer. His actions only earned a forceful slap.
"Your name?" the man asked him again.
Legolas paused for a split second before answering. "Taur' Quessir, Son of Calaes' Quessir," he said softly, taking another name other than his own. He prayed deeply that the man didn't know Elvish, otherwise they would know he was lying. But the man seemed satisfied with the answer and released his chin, motioning the Orc to do as well.
He walked around the Elf, over to where Aragorn was. "And a human, very interesting. It is not often that you find a human and Elf in the same trap."
"There are more my lord, seven more Elves that we can catch. They were not to far from these two."
The man nodded. "That is good, send out other troops to catch them."
Aragorn started, they were referring to his brothers and the others that were with them. He had to stop them somehow, but that was unlikely.
"What is you name?" the man asked suddenly.
Aragorn gave Legolas a quick glance. They would never believe that he had an elvish name, and his true name was out of question. He was unable to come up with another name as quickly as Legolas did. The Elf saw his struggle, and quickly spoke up.
"Strider," he said, saying the first name that popped into his mind.
A gloved fist caught him in the side of his mouth, rocketing his head to the side.
"I didn't ask you," the man growled before turning back to Aragorn. "What is your name?"
"Strider, Ranger of the North," he said softly, glancing over at Legolas, silently thanking him.
"You seem awfully young to be a Ranger," he spat out, circling the two. His eyes landed on the arrow that was stuck into the Elf's back. "Not that it matters. I think I'll find the two of you useful," he paused, his fingers brushing lightly against the arrow. Legolas pulled away as the gentle touch registered pain. "And if not," he continued, "Our wolves can always use some extra hunting practice," he said, grabbing the arrow and yanking it out in one swift pull.
Legolas gasped as the pain screamed through him. He could hear the Orcs laughing as he tried to hold himself upright. Blood flowed from the wound down his back.
"What do you want us to do Hadrian?" one of the Orcs questioned.
"Take them in and get them started, time is going faster than we thought. The more help we have the sooner we can get our plan into action," Hadrian said, twirling the arrow in his hands.
The Orcs laughed, hauling the two onto their feet. "With pleasure," the sneered, dragging them inside.
*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC . . .
Another short chapter, but I'm trying to get back into longer ones, I've been so busy with other stuff, but I'm trying. Hope you enjoy, and Please Review!
JediKnightBalthasar-
Well of course if you slice your wrists open and hold them under water you would die. I don't think Estel would do something like that though, so I think we're safe.
Well yes, that is true. The arrow did go almost all the way through, and the smartest decision would be to push it through, cut off the head, and pull the shaft out, but remember, both of them were unarmed and in the middle of a battle, so they didn't exactly have the time, if you know what I mean.
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
Don't you ever hurt yourself with all the head smacking? Or at least break the keyboard?
Anita-
I don't think it would be the best idea to anger some Orcs, LOL, like I said, now you have to deal with them, hope you can get away!
'The best mirror is an old friend.' -English Proverb-
Chapter 9: Hadrian
"Something's wrong," Elladan said quietly, pacing back in forth in front of the fire. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword as he turned to Elrohir. "They should have been back by now."
Elrohir nodded, silently agreeing. The two had been gone now for a while, and Elrohir had begun to feel slightly guilty that he had stopped Elladan from going after Estel. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He would never forgive himself if something had happened to him.
"Go look for them. We'll stay here and keep watch," Sarlein said softly, glancing back at the others who nodded softly. "If something did happen, Legolas wouldn't abandon him."
Elladan nodded. "Yes, I know. Come on Elrohir, let us make haste."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas fell heavily to his knees as the Orcs pushed him down roughly. Aragorn landed in the dirt besides him, breathing heavy. The only reason that he was able to stay upright was the fact that the Orc held onto him by the back of his coat.
They had traveled throughout the night at a steady fast pace. Several times Aragorn's legs had given away under his weight, and the Orcs had continued on, dragging him behind them until he managed to get back to his feet. His side and leg wounds burned with pain, and as much as he hurt he couldn't help but think of how much pain Legolas was in, the arrow still stuck firmly in his back.
Legolas' head still throbbed from the blows his skull had taken, and the poison that laced the arrowhead was slowly working its way through his system. He felt sick, and he fought to keep his vision clear. Lifting his head up he could see the buildings of Azscverbae in the distance behind the gate they had stopped at.
He had been to the town several times, it wasn't his favorite place in all of Middle Earth, the men of the town always seemed to be causing trouble. But for some reason the town didn't look the same. It was Azscverbae, he could tell by the surroundings, but he never seen this part of the town.
The gate opened and the two were hauled up onto their feet and pushed inside. They were brought to back of a large building onto a stone courtyard, once again forced to their knees. Night still hung over and the Orcs were able to move freely without worry. One of the Orcs pounded on the door, waiting by it silently.
It opened and the Orc spoke freely in a language that Legolas didn't recognize, or at least he didn't think he recognized it, but it was hard to think at the moment. He found himself staring at a pair of boots suddenly, and before he could react a large cold fist grabbed a handful of his long golden hair, yanking his head back forcefully so that he stared into the face of the man that had come out.
He was tall for a man; his dark eyes lit up with small amusement. He reached a grimy hand down, his long fingers wrapping around his chin and turning his head to one side.
"Well, what do we have here?" he laughed softly. "An Elf. Good work. What is your name?"
Legolas closed his eyes, refusing to answer. His actions only earned a forceful slap.
"Your name?" the man asked him again.
Legolas paused for a split second before answering. "Taur' Quessir, Son of Calaes' Quessir," he said softly, taking another name other than his own. He prayed deeply that the man didn't know Elvish, otherwise they would know he was lying. But the man seemed satisfied with the answer and released his chin, motioning the Orc to do as well.
He walked around the Elf, over to where Aragorn was. "And a human, very interesting. It is not often that you find a human and Elf in the same trap."
"There are more my lord, seven more Elves that we can catch. They were not to far from these two."
The man nodded. "That is good, send out other troops to catch them."
Aragorn started, they were referring to his brothers and the others that were with them. He had to stop them somehow, but that was unlikely.
"What is you name?" the man asked suddenly.
Aragorn gave Legolas a quick glance. They would never believe that he had an elvish name, and his true name was out of question. He was unable to come up with another name as quickly as Legolas did. The Elf saw his struggle, and quickly spoke up.
"Strider," he said, saying the first name that popped into his mind.
A gloved fist caught him in the side of his mouth, rocketing his head to the side.
"I didn't ask you," the man growled before turning back to Aragorn. "What is your name?"
"Strider, Ranger of the North," he said softly, glancing over at Legolas, silently thanking him.
"You seem awfully young to be a Ranger," he spat out, circling the two. His eyes landed on the arrow that was stuck into the Elf's back. "Not that it matters. I think I'll find the two of you useful," he paused, his fingers brushing lightly against the arrow. Legolas pulled away as the gentle touch registered pain. "And if not," he continued, "Our wolves can always use some extra hunting practice," he said, grabbing the arrow and yanking it out in one swift pull.
Legolas gasped as the pain screamed through him. He could hear the Orcs laughing as he tried to hold himself upright. Blood flowed from the wound down his back.
"What do you want us to do Hadrian?" one of the Orcs questioned.
"Take them in and get them started, time is going faster than we thought. The more help we have the sooner we can get our plan into action," Hadrian said, twirling the arrow in his hands.
The Orcs laughed, hauling the two onto their feet. "With pleasure," the sneered, dragging them inside.
*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC . . .
Another short chapter, but I'm trying to get back into longer ones, I've been so busy with other stuff, but I'm trying. Hope you enjoy, and Please Review!