~ Chapter Five: Escape from Orthanac
(Legolas POV)
He came with Tiax as I slept. I did not notice it, and the next thing I knew when I woke up, that I was somewhere else. Seated in an uncomfortably straight-backed chair.
I could feel steel and knew that I was in the main room of Orthanc, the one that the Palantir was in. This was Saruman's throne. Out of habit, I tilted my head around trying to hear something, anything. Then I started sobbing at my own foolishness.
If I ever got out of this, I would be ridiculed for the rest of my life. An elf, and the Prince of Mirkwood at that, had been turned into such a deaf and dumb creature that constantly required on the service of others.
What point was there in living such a life?
Yes, I know that Saruman said I would receive my hearing and sight back after the spell is completed. But what if that's something to make me co- operate. Then again though, it's not like I am in a position to jeopardize the spell. I cannot stand up straight alone.
Giving a defeated sigh, that I could not hear, I let my weary head loll down and rest on my chest.
~ (Aragorn POV)
It pains me so much to see the proud, noble and fierce elf warrior that I once knew, demeaned- a sobbing wretch.
"It will not be for long," Saruman reminded me. "Then he will be able to see once more."
"Why do you need him?" I asked in a voice that turned into a whine.
"You will see."
I will see. I just pray that so will Legolas.
My eye was itching from all the dust in Isengard and with an irritated gesture I rubbed it away, then quickly regretted the action as the chains rubbed my skin.
"I just need one more thing," Saruman said in a silky voice, walking across the hapless elf. Then taking a small dagger from his belt, he made a small cut along Legolas' cheekbone.
The prince whimpered and started to cry. It was the saddest and most mournful sound I had ever head.
Then I watched in sick horror as the White Wizard tore some skin from around the cut, off, with his longer, grimy, fingernails. "Stop it!" I shouted. As Legolas feebly tried to bat the Istari away.
Saruman cackled and put the almost transparent sample into a small box and then pocketed it. "The spell is in its final stages," he said to me. "Soon, very soon you will be able to see it."
I looked up as Legolas started coughing. "Please, may I go to my friend?" I asked desperately.
"There is an unusually strong bond between you two," Saruman observed as he slowly unlocked my chains. "Go."
I ran to my elf friend and crouching before him, cupped his cheek in mine.
"Legolas," I whispered tilting his head up. "What has happened to you?"
"Eshtel?" he asked in a slurred voice.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, holding Legolas' thin frame in my arms. It shook as he sobbed against me. "Eshtel, Eshtel," he kept on whispering. Then raising his mouth to my ear murmured: "Get ready to eshcape and get help."
"What?" I asked.
"Jusht do it," Legolas said. Even though he would have not heard my enquiry, he must have guessed my doubts.
"Enough of this sentimentality," Saruman said. "It makes me feel sick."
Then raising his hand, he made my feet move back to the wall that I was chained to and started chaining me back in. I could not run, but I could move my upper-torso, so made things harder for the Wizard by wriggling about.
In front of me, I watched as Legolas got up awkwardly, and ran forward stumblingly, his arms outstretched as he tried to find the pedestal.
He ran straightforward, and easily enough found it.
Saruman had not noticed: he was still locking me in. The chains then had to be re-locked to the wall.
Legolas felt the walls for a window then finally he stopped. "ESHCAPE!" he shouted, holding the Palantir out of the window.
Saruman turned around and gasped when he saw the Seeing Stone, hanging over the ground. Then ignoring me completely, he ran to Legolas bellowing: "PUT IT DOWN!"
I stood up, the chains were still about my ankles and wrists, but I could move. Gathering them up in my hands, I ran to the nearest door and shoving it open, ran outside to freedom.
From outside Orthanc I could hear the brief struggle and then a loud bang. Immediately I felt guilty, Legolas could not withstand such a blow. He might already be dead. But Saruman would not do that, would he? He still needs Legolas.
I waited outside for several hours, until the sky grew dark and there were no sounds of activity from within Isengard, before creeping back in.
~
Thank you to all my reviewers without email addresses. Thank you to: Sakura and Yugi-chan: Thanks for all my lovely reviews.
Thanks to Gemini: Oh.. I'll remember the 'eye-catching title' for future reference. Cool reviews and support. Be patient.
I'm sorry if I missed anyone out and haven't sent them some kind of recognition, but I'm a busy girl. Thanks to all of them.
(Legolas POV)
He came with Tiax as I slept. I did not notice it, and the next thing I knew when I woke up, that I was somewhere else. Seated in an uncomfortably straight-backed chair.
I could feel steel and knew that I was in the main room of Orthanc, the one that the Palantir was in. This was Saruman's throne. Out of habit, I tilted my head around trying to hear something, anything. Then I started sobbing at my own foolishness.
If I ever got out of this, I would be ridiculed for the rest of my life. An elf, and the Prince of Mirkwood at that, had been turned into such a deaf and dumb creature that constantly required on the service of others.
What point was there in living such a life?
Yes, I know that Saruman said I would receive my hearing and sight back after the spell is completed. But what if that's something to make me co- operate. Then again though, it's not like I am in a position to jeopardize the spell. I cannot stand up straight alone.
Giving a defeated sigh, that I could not hear, I let my weary head loll down and rest on my chest.
~ (Aragorn POV)
It pains me so much to see the proud, noble and fierce elf warrior that I once knew, demeaned- a sobbing wretch.
"It will not be for long," Saruman reminded me. "Then he will be able to see once more."
"Why do you need him?" I asked in a voice that turned into a whine.
"You will see."
I will see. I just pray that so will Legolas.
My eye was itching from all the dust in Isengard and with an irritated gesture I rubbed it away, then quickly regretted the action as the chains rubbed my skin.
"I just need one more thing," Saruman said in a silky voice, walking across the hapless elf. Then taking a small dagger from his belt, he made a small cut along Legolas' cheekbone.
The prince whimpered and started to cry. It was the saddest and most mournful sound I had ever head.
Then I watched in sick horror as the White Wizard tore some skin from around the cut, off, with his longer, grimy, fingernails. "Stop it!" I shouted. As Legolas feebly tried to bat the Istari away.
Saruman cackled and put the almost transparent sample into a small box and then pocketed it. "The spell is in its final stages," he said to me. "Soon, very soon you will be able to see it."
I looked up as Legolas started coughing. "Please, may I go to my friend?" I asked desperately.
"There is an unusually strong bond between you two," Saruman observed as he slowly unlocked my chains. "Go."
I ran to my elf friend and crouching before him, cupped his cheek in mine.
"Legolas," I whispered tilting his head up. "What has happened to you?"
"Eshtel?" he asked in a slurred voice.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, holding Legolas' thin frame in my arms. It shook as he sobbed against me. "Eshtel, Eshtel," he kept on whispering. Then raising his mouth to my ear murmured: "Get ready to eshcape and get help."
"What?" I asked.
"Jusht do it," Legolas said. Even though he would have not heard my enquiry, he must have guessed my doubts.
"Enough of this sentimentality," Saruman said. "It makes me feel sick."
Then raising his hand, he made my feet move back to the wall that I was chained to and started chaining me back in. I could not run, but I could move my upper-torso, so made things harder for the Wizard by wriggling about.
In front of me, I watched as Legolas got up awkwardly, and ran forward stumblingly, his arms outstretched as he tried to find the pedestal.
He ran straightforward, and easily enough found it.
Saruman had not noticed: he was still locking me in. The chains then had to be re-locked to the wall.
Legolas felt the walls for a window then finally he stopped. "ESHCAPE!" he shouted, holding the Palantir out of the window.
Saruman turned around and gasped when he saw the Seeing Stone, hanging over the ground. Then ignoring me completely, he ran to Legolas bellowing: "PUT IT DOWN!"
I stood up, the chains were still about my ankles and wrists, but I could move. Gathering them up in my hands, I ran to the nearest door and shoving it open, ran outside to freedom.
From outside Orthanc I could hear the brief struggle and then a loud bang. Immediately I felt guilty, Legolas could not withstand such a blow. He might already be dead. But Saruman would not do that, would he? He still needs Legolas.
I waited outside for several hours, until the sky grew dark and there were no sounds of activity from within Isengard, before creeping back in.
~
Thank you to all my reviewers without email addresses. Thank you to: Sakura and Yugi-chan: Thanks for all my lovely reviews.
Thanks to Gemini: Oh.. I'll remember the 'eye-catching title' for future reference. Cool reviews and support. Be patient.
I'm sorry if I missed anyone out and haven't sent them some kind of recognition, but I'm a busy girl. Thanks to all of them.
