AUTHOR'S NOTE: The worst thing that has ever happened to me was having that
stupid haircut that was really short, I look back at the pictures and
shudder. It's grown back now. But I have added that hairdresser onto my
REVENGE list. Humans can be so un-cooperative at times, do you not agree??
Thank you, for the wonderful people who reviewed!!
"My lord, I smell man flesh," Orgriath said to Amondir.
"Prepare the prisoners, we must move."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Gimli, hurry up," Aragorn said, looking back with amusement as the Dwarf struggled over the rough terrain. Dwarves were hardy creatures, but a lot slower than he, having to take two strides when he had taken one.
"Then you slow down," he retorted under his breath, "Legolas can wait."
"Gimli, come quickly, I think I've found something!" Aragorn called.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," The dwarf called, new found strength allowed him to reach Aragorn's side within a matter of seconds. The Ranger was knelt on the ground, holding a couple strands of blond Elven hair, Legolas' hair. "Did they behead him?" Gimli asked.
Aragorn shook his head. "No, I hope not, there is no blood anywhere, but I know we are getting closer." He examined the ground, "There are footprints, some are obviously Orc and Uruk-Hai, but there are too sets of feet that are smaller than the others. I think these beasts have another member of our fellowship."
"Who did they have it the first place?"
"Merry and Pippin."
"Oh."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Enjoying your new look, elf?" The Uruk-Hai spat into Legolas' face. The Elf stared back squarely. This angered them, for they had once been these fair creatures, until the devices of the Dark Lord had changed them into these ugly, repulsive beasts. They now despised everything that was beautiful, especially the Elves.
For his boldness, Legolas received a vicious tug on the leash-like collar, causing him to stumble. His bound hands, unwilling to provide balance, allowed him to fall down roughly to the forest floor. He was forcefully dragged up again from the roots of his now shortened elvish hair.
It was the first stop they'd taken for hours, and mostly all they were doing was either eating their foul rations or tormenting him.
"Perhaps he's hungry," one of the Orcs said, holding up a bottle of Orc brew. Legolas wasn't sure if they knew that if they made him drink large quantities at one time, he would surely die. For any mortal, the potion would be merely disgusting, but to an Elf, it might as well have been rattlesnake venom.
A bottle was brought to Legolas' lips. The Elf turned his head to the side, unwilling to swallow whatever the contents. "Come on little Elf, it's good for you," they taunted.
"Come on Legolas, it's not that bad. Just get it over with, then it'll be over," Pippin said, trying to be helpful.
Legolas shook his head quickly, shooting the hobbits an exasperated glance. Did they not know that it was poison they were forcing him to swallow?
"Oh, not taking the easy way are you? Stubborn arse," the Uruk hai growled. Grabbing the hair at the top of Legolas' head, he bent his neck backwards, as another Uruk-Hai emptied the contents into the Elf's throat. Legolas coughed and gagged, trying to spit out the bitter, twisted concoction. The Uruk-Hai didn't let Legolas' head fall back until he was satisfied that every drop was in the elf's gullet, which was some time later.
The Elf suddenly had a coughing fit. Some of the brew was burning its way down his windpipe, unsure of where to go after it was swallowed unwillingly. Tears were running down his cheeks when the spasm was finally over.
"Hurry Aragorn and Gimli, for I would rather die in your presence then give these monsters the satisfaction," he prayed quietly. For more than just his life was at stake, his pride was also.
To Be Continued.
Thank you, for the wonderful people who reviewed!!
"My lord, I smell man flesh," Orgriath said to Amondir.
"Prepare the prisoners, we must move."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Gimli, hurry up," Aragorn said, looking back with amusement as the Dwarf struggled over the rough terrain. Dwarves were hardy creatures, but a lot slower than he, having to take two strides when he had taken one.
"Then you slow down," he retorted under his breath, "Legolas can wait."
"Gimli, come quickly, I think I've found something!" Aragorn called.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," The dwarf called, new found strength allowed him to reach Aragorn's side within a matter of seconds. The Ranger was knelt on the ground, holding a couple strands of blond Elven hair, Legolas' hair. "Did they behead him?" Gimli asked.
Aragorn shook his head. "No, I hope not, there is no blood anywhere, but I know we are getting closer." He examined the ground, "There are footprints, some are obviously Orc and Uruk-Hai, but there are too sets of feet that are smaller than the others. I think these beasts have another member of our fellowship."
"Who did they have it the first place?"
"Merry and Pippin."
"Oh."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Enjoying your new look, elf?" The Uruk-Hai spat into Legolas' face. The Elf stared back squarely. This angered them, for they had once been these fair creatures, until the devices of the Dark Lord had changed them into these ugly, repulsive beasts. They now despised everything that was beautiful, especially the Elves.
For his boldness, Legolas received a vicious tug on the leash-like collar, causing him to stumble. His bound hands, unwilling to provide balance, allowed him to fall down roughly to the forest floor. He was forcefully dragged up again from the roots of his now shortened elvish hair.
It was the first stop they'd taken for hours, and mostly all they were doing was either eating their foul rations or tormenting him.
"Perhaps he's hungry," one of the Orcs said, holding up a bottle of Orc brew. Legolas wasn't sure if they knew that if they made him drink large quantities at one time, he would surely die. For any mortal, the potion would be merely disgusting, but to an Elf, it might as well have been rattlesnake venom.
A bottle was brought to Legolas' lips. The Elf turned his head to the side, unwilling to swallow whatever the contents. "Come on little Elf, it's good for you," they taunted.
"Come on Legolas, it's not that bad. Just get it over with, then it'll be over," Pippin said, trying to be helpful.
Legolas shook his head quickly, shooting the hobbits an exasperated glance. Did they not know that it was poison they were forcing him to swallow?
"Oh, not taking the easy way are you? Stubborn arse," the Uruk hai growled. Grabbing the hair at the top of Legolas' head, he bent his neck backwards, as another Uruk-Hai emptied the contents into the Elf's throat. Legolas coughed and gagged, trying to spit out the bitter, twisted concoction. The Uruk-Hai didn't let Legolas' head fall back until he was satisfied that every drop was in the elf's gullet, which was some time later.
The Elf suddenly had a coughing fit. Some of the brew was burning its way down his windpipe, unsure of where to go after it was swallowed unwillingly. Tears were running down his cheeks when the spasm was finally over.
"Hurry Aragorn and Gimli, for I would rather die in your presence then give these monsters the satisfaction," he prayed quietly. For more than just his life was at stake, his pride was also.
To Be Continued.
