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Author's notes: 1)Well, My Dark mellon, you know who you are, thanks for your friendship and your insistence in me finishing this story. You are the one that inspires me to go on. And to the rest of the people who have still not reviewed it,..please, read and review, review, Review, REVIEW!!!!!. Any ideas or some of the sort are welcome. Constructive criticism is welcome. 2) the R-rating chapter is almost ready, soon, my friends. Soon.he he he.*evil grins* *dirty thoughts* .enjoy and comment!!!!
Chapter 4
After the inspection that the matron performed on her, Gwirith was brought back to the dungeons, to her moistly and dark cell. The mere smell of it made her sick, reminding her of all the suffering she went through these past moon circles. Brutally she was pushed back inside the cell. Her strength were leaving her. She had not eaten a single bite for days, for that was what her stomach murmured to her between incoherent noises.
-I shall die, I shall die soon. Hope was needlessly placed in my heart.- she uttered, desperation reaching her brain.
She intended to reveal the true intentions of the Elvanshalee. First, it seemed as if she was going to be bargained as merchandise. However, she was again brought back to her unpleasant cell.
-I do not comprehend. Why am I brought back here and not to the chambers?. Confusion and disorientation governed my thoughts, dark memories invaded my mind. A warrior I was once, now I am naught more than a desperate prey waiting for her predator to come and finish her off. Where are thou, oh sweet Death, dark prince of the underground.-she cried falling to her knees unable to control her tears and sadness.
Two more moon cycles passed and still Gwirith was in her cell. She attempted several times to escape, to find a way out of that creepy place, though with unsuccessful results. When she was brought a dirty pot full of fresh water, Gwirith realized that the guard was not alone this time. A strange creature that seemed like a man, or at least it might have been a man once, looked at her intently. The glance was like a piercing piece of metal pointing at her mind, body and soul. Then, a flash passed through the eyes of this man and anger fill his breath and body.
-I recommended that she should not be spoil in any way. This female was not provided a meal for a long time. I cursed you all, stupid dark elves.- said the man.
The wrath of the guard was so that she step a few steps backwards.
-Listen, merchant. Do not risk your luck. We shall give you the female alive and that is too much to say.- said the guard and threw away the precious water. The guard was about to unleash his long knife.
-Indeed. Shall you accept my apologizes, guard.- answered the merchant trembling like a leaf after being parted from its tree by a strong, cold winter breeze.- However, I was assured that the female would remain in a more pleasant chamber. Is there any possibility to.?
-I shall asked the matron. She is the only one capable of reaching a decision on this matter.- said the guard and left them.
-In the end, I shall succeed. Master will be so thrill with my purchase. SHE is finally within his grasp. Hahahahaha- thought the merchant.
***
A few moments ago.
-Elinat persalye, mellon?(*6) - asked Legolas for the beast seemed trouble as it bobbed its head. - Man persa sérëlya? (*7)
Silence. Death Silence.
-This is not a good sign.- thought Legolas and cracking noises surrounded both master and horse.- Orcs- said in his mind, reading two arrows in his beautiful bow. Being an elf, he knew exactly how much force would be required for an arrow to cover the distance. Therefore, he had to adjust his release and be prepared for a fight. The noises increased, for the earth, specially the leaves that had fallen after a brutally windy autumn, could not restrain their suffering. Those immense and foul feet created great damage to its poor weak figures. Nature itself was not only complaining for the damaged caused, but it was also warning the elf that foes were turning his way. As elves and Nature had a strong communion, both aided each other every chance they had.
Legolas padded one last time the back of the beast so as to calm it down, and returned to his archer stance: the blonde elf set his feet apart. Straight, his whole body parallel and in line with the arrow, eye focused on a still non-existing target. His elven eyes looked on every direction, looking for the source of that disturbing noise. He started to move toward the noises. His heart beats increased with each step he made, he was quickly getting breathless, his blood run feverishly through his veins. The encounter was imminent. He reached a darker area surrounded by what seem old trees and step inside as quick as a lightning.
-Do not move, foe of dark lands- said Legolas irritated by the intrusion to his peaceful search.
-Master, stop!. I am a simple merchant on an errand. Please, do not shoot me to death.-pleaded the merchant.
Legolas was amazed by the image that his eyes were sending to his brain. He claimed to be a merchant; however, his looks were that of a strange lineage of elves, but he made so much noise as if he were an orc, a man or a dwarf. No matter his words, the merchant seemed deceitful to the eyes of Legolas. The dark glance of the merchant showed no good intentions, just a mere pitiful soul that was dealing with strange matters. This forced Legolas to raise his brow to show a doubtful and questioning glance.
-Master, I swear you that I am not lying.
-State your name and your business here. No goods or other articles of trade my eyes see.
-I am Korkzz, I am from Dush lands (*5) and my businesses are my own. I cannot reveal my purposes. So, if you shall excuse me, I am a bit in a hurry.- said Korkzz and he intended to continue his journey.
Impatience was filling Legolas body.-Stop there, Korkzz. What tidings do you have from the Southern lands?
-Well, .- was the beginning of a sentence that was never completed. Korkzz unexpectedly hit Legolas with a great intensity and wrath, throwing the elf to the ground. Slim traces of blood rolled down the left side of his mouth. Cleaning it with his fist, Legolas rapidly recovered his vertical position and smote the merchant with the upper part of his bow. Reading another arrow, since the previous one was let loose when he fell down, the blonde elf angrily asked for further information.
-Why did you hit me, merchant? Are you hiding something?. Are you a servant of Sauron?. Who is your master?. Who sent you to these wasted lands?. Speak the truth or I will ...
That were Legolas last words before a harsh strike was delivered on his back, knocking him down. He laid unconscious while an orc helped the merchant to rise.
-Are you hurt, master?
-Of course I am, stupid. Another minute longer and I was not able to achieve my mission. What slow you down?. You should have met me a while ago.
-Forgive me, master, but I.
-Enough!. No more excuses from you. I am tired of them. Now, help me out with this intrusive Silvan elf that nearly ruins my plans. We shall throw him to the Underground or feed him to the Balrogs.- said while he and the orc carried the light body of Legolas to their carriage.
-what about if we.I mean you sale him. It seems a very important Silvan elf. He carries a beautifully arrange bow and his clothes/ raiment seems from a royal house.
-Did I ask for you opinion, stupid orc?. Shut your mouth and continue with your task.-said Korkzz and let the orc to lift the body on his own. He thought for himself the words uttered by his servant.- Mmhhh, after all, it seems like a very good idea. I shall think about it before I enter the Underground, otherwise they will think that I am making bonds with those filthy surface elves.
The hours passed slowly, something for the merchant to regret about. He still have not reached to a conclusion about what to do with his prisoner. He did not think it was a good idea to take him to the Underground for the dark elves might get angry at him for treason or, perhaps, the dark elves would love to play or even kill the Silvan elf, and Korkzz had a more profitable end for him.
Time kept its course.
The harsh movement woke Legolas from his unconscious state, but he was barely able to open his deep blue eyes and was not sure where he was. Fear and a warning were suddenly placed in his heart. Hence, before reaching the outer doors that led to the passage directly to the Underground, Legolas let himself fall from the carriage, half conscious of his actions.
He just knew he had to save his life.
Once he hit the ground, he tried his best to get up but his strength left him as the heaven above him darken, approaching to its climax.
To be continue.
(*5) dush: darkness (*6) Elinat persalye, mellon?: What is it, friend? (*7) Man persa sérëlya?: What is disturbing your peace (and rest)?
Author's notes: 1)Well, My Dark mellon, you know who you are, thanks for your friendship and your insistence in me finishing this story. You are the one that inspires me to go on. And to the rest of the people who have still not reviewed it,..please, read and review, review, Review, REVIEW!!!!!. Any ideas or some of the sort are welcome. Constructive criticism is welcome. 2) the R-rating chapter is almost ready, soon, my friends. Soon.he he he.*evil grins* *dirty thoughts* .enjoy and comment!!!!
Chapter 4
After the inspection that the matron performed on her, Gwirith was brought back to the dungeons, to her moistly and dark cell. The mere smell of it made her sick, reminding her of all the suffering she went through these past moon circles. Brutally she was pushed back inside the cell. Her strength were leaving her. She had not eaten a single bite for days, for that was what her stomach murmured to her between incoherent noises.
-I shall die, I shall die soon. Hope was needlessly placed in my heart.- she uttered, desperation reaching her brain.
She intended to reveal the true intentions of the Elvanshalee. First, it seemed as if she was going to be bargained as merchandise. However, she was again brought back to her unpleasant cell.
-I do not comprehend. Why am I brought back here and not to the chambers?. Confusion and disorientation governed my thoughts, dark memories invaded my mind. A warrior I was once, now I am naught more than a desperate prey waiting for her predator to come and finish her off. Where are thou, oh sweet Death, dark prince of the underground.-she cried falling to her knees unable to control her tears and sadness.
Two more moon cycles passed and still Gwirith was in her cell. She attempted several times to escape, to find a way out of that creepy place, though with unsuccessful results. When she was brought a dirty pot full of fresh water, Gwirith realized that the guard was not alone this time. A strange creature that seemed like a man, or at least it might have been a man once, looked at her intently. The glance was like a piercing piece of metal pointing at her mind, body and soul. Then, a flash passed through the eyes of this man and anger fill his breath and body.
-I recommended that she should not be spoil in any way. This female was not provided a meal for a long time. I cursed you all, stupid dark elves.- said the man.
The wrath of the guard was so that she step a few steps backwards.
-Listen, merchant. Do not risk your luck. We shall give you the female alive and that is too much to say.- said the guard and threw away the precious water. The guard was about to unleash his long knife.
-Indeed. Shall you accept my apologizes, guard.- answered the merchant trembling like a leaf after being parted from its tree by a strong, cold winter breeze.- However, I was assured that the female would remain in a more pleasant chamber. Is there any possibility to.?
-I shall asked the matron. She is the only one capable of reaching a decision on this matter.- said the guard and left them.
-In the end, I shall succeed. Master will be so thrill with my purchase. SHE is finally within his grasp. Hahahahaha- thought the merchant.
***
A few moments ago.
-Elinat persalye, mellon?(*6) - asked Legolas for the beast seemed trouble as it bobbed its head. - Man persa sérëlya? (*7)
Silence. Death Silence.
-This is not a good sign.- thought Legolas and cracking noises surrounded both master and horse.- Orcs- said in his mind, reading two arrows in his beautiful bow. Being an elf, he knew exactly how much force would be required for an arrow to cover the distance. Therefore, he had to adjust his release and be prepared for a fight. The noises increased, for the earth, specially the leaves that had fallen after a brutally windy autumn, could not restrain their suffering. Those immense and foul feet created great damage to its poor weak figures. Nature itself was not only complaining for the damaged caused, but it was also warning the elf that foes were turning his way. As elves and Nature had a strong communion, both aided each other every chance they had.
Legolas padded one last time the back of the beast so as to calm it down, and returned to his archer stance: the blonde elf set his feet apart. Straight, his whole body parallel and in line with the arrow, eye focused on a still non-existing target. His elven eyes looked on every direction, looking for the source of that disturbing noise. He started to move toward the noises. His heart beats increased with each step he made, he was quickly getting breathless, his blood run feverishly through his veins. The encounter was imminent. He reached a darker area surrounded by what seem old trees and step inside as quick as a lightning.
-Do not move, foe of dark lands- said Legolas irritated by the intrusion to his peaceful search.
-Master, stop!. I am a simple merchant on an errand. Please, do not shoot me to death.-pleaded the merchant.
Legolas was amazed by the image that his eyes were sending to his brain. He claimed to be a merchant; however, his looks were that of a strange lineage of elves, but he made so much noise as if he were an orc, a man or a dwarf. No matter his words, the merchant seemed deceitful to the eyes of Legolas. The dark glance of the merchant showed no good intentions, just a mere pitiful soul that was dealing with strange matters. This forced Legolas to raise his brow to show a doubtful and questioning glance.
-Master, I swear you that I am not lying.
-State your name and your business here. No goods or other articles of trade my eyes see.
-I am Korkzz, I am from Dush lands (*5) and my businesses are my own. I cannot reveal my purposes. So, if you shall excuse me, I am a bit in a hurry.- said Korkzz and he intended to continue his journey.
Impatience was filling Legolas body.-Stop there, Korkzz. What tidings do you have from the Southern lands?
-Well, .- was the beginning of a sentence that was never completed. Korkzz unexpectedly hit Legolas with a great intensity and wrath, throwing the elf to the ground. Slim traces of blood rolled down the left side of his mouth. Cleaning it with his fist, Legolas rapidly recovered his vertical position and smote the merchant with the upper part of his bow. Reading another arrow, since the previous one was let loose when he fell down, the blonde elf angrily asked for further information.
-Why did you hit me, merchant? Are you hiding something?. Are you a servant of Sauron?. Who is your master?. Who sent you to these wasted lands?. Speak the truth or I will ...
That were Legolas last words before a harsh strike was delivered on his back, knocking him down. He laid unconscious while an orc helped the merchant to rise.
-Are you hurt, master?
-Of course I am, stupid. Another minute longer and I was not able to achieve my mission. What slow you down?. You should have met me a while ago.
-Forgive me, master, but I.
-Enough!. No more excuses from you. I am tired of them. Now, help me out with this intrusive Silvan elf that nearly ruins my plans. We shall throw him to the Underground or feed him to the Balrogs.- said while he and the orc carried the light body of Legolas to their carriage.
-what about if we.I mean you sale him. It seems a very important Silvan elf. He carries a beautifully arrange bow and his clothes/ raiment seems from a royal house.
-Did I ask for you opinion, stupid orc?. Shut your mouth and continue with your task.-said Korkzz and let the orc to lift the body on his own. He thought for himself the words uttered by his servant.- Mmhhh, after all, it seems like a very good idea. I shall think about it before I enter the Underground, otherwise they will think that I am making bonds with those filthy surface elves.
The hours passed slowly, something for the merchant to regret about. He still have not reached to a conclusion about what to do with his prisoner. He did not think it was a good idea to take him to the Underground for the dark elves might get angry at him for treason or, perhaps, the dark elves would love to play or even kill the Silvan elf, and Korkzz had a more profitable end for him.
Time kept its course.
The harsh movement woke Legolas from his unconscious state, but he was barely able to open his deep blue eyes and was not sure where he was. Fear and a warning were suddenly placed in his heart. Hence, before reaching the outer doors that led to the passage directly to the Underground, Legolas let himself fall from the carriage, half conscious of his actions.
He just knew he had to save his life.
Once he hit the ground, he tried his best to get up but his strength left him as the heaven above him darken, approaching to its climax.
To be continue.
(*5) dush: darkness (*6) Elinat persalye, mellon?: What is it, friend? (*7) Man persa sérëlya?: What is disturbing your peace (and rest)?