AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ah, the weekdays... What a shame, now you'll all have to
wait longer if you want to read more chapters. *ducks tomato* I'm not sure
weither Orc brew is actually poison to Elves (or weither , it really
exists,) but I'm trying to be creative in between the book reports... Sorry
you had to wait so long for another chapter.
THANK YOU ALL WHO SENT REVIEWS, YOU ARE THE ONLY REASON I CONTINUE WRITING!!!
And no, I don't think my posts are going to get any longer, short and sweet is the way I like things, but maybe in other stories! Sorry Alexa!
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"Gimli, hurry up," Aragorn shouted over his shoulder, "the Orcs are a good twelve hours ahead of us already."
"Yeah, whatever," the Dwarf grumbled, "just let me take my time."
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Legolas shivered. He was feeling extremely cold, a feeling that had nothing to do with the humid air around them. By anyone's standards, the amount of Orc brew he had been given was no small amount. After a few hours, he had begun to stumble on nothing and his pace had lessened.
"What's the matter? Don't take to foreign foods?" An Orc said.
"I'd rather starve," Legolas retorted. He stumbled again, a cloud seemed to have passed into his field of vision, and as much as he blinked, the mist would not clear. A wave of nausea passed over him, but his body was beyond control. Moving closer to a bushy outcrop, he let the contents of his stomach empty. All energy seemed to be drained from his body, and he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, willing it to stop its restless pain.
"Get up scum!" the Uruk-Hai said as he fiercely jerking the chain leash connected to the collar that was still on Legolas' throat. The movement was performed with so much strength and hatred, that he fell onto his back, his breath cut short as he grasped for air. Blood seeped from the corner of his pale lips. "Boys, come have your fun now, he won't last much longer. Rid us of this burden!"
One of the Orcs brought out a long whip, on the end was a spiked ball. Legolas braced himself for the onslaught, but the poison had already attacked his vitals, the Uruk-Hai was right, he was not going to last long.
The Orc grinned evilly and brought the whip down across the Elf's bare shoulders.
***
Legolas had never seen so much blood. He couldn't move without having to moan in pain. The Orc brew had seemed to prevent his blood from clotting. His back was torn to shreds, and it seemed that there was not one part of his body that didn't beg for mercy. Even his heart, Elven strong as it was, wanted to stop beating and end its pain. Just when he thought it couldn't be any more painful, they proved him wrong.
He knew more than one broken rib and his left arm hung limply at his side from a severe beating he had received. He did not raise his head or move his eyes as an Orc kicked the back of his head to see if he were alive. Legolas was already in so much pain, his body didn't register it.
"Ah, he's still alive," the Orc said evilly, "I guess that's a sign he wants more."
"No!" Legolas moaned. Somewhere deep inside his body he felt something bruised and broken. He could feel himself bleeding from the inside. He had minutes, if that.
"Ah, he's almost dead, there's no fun left in him, just leave him here."
Legolas shut his eyes and slipped into unconsciousness, or death, he knew not which, nor did he care, as long as it took him from the pain he was experiencing.
TBC...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: you know, I could leave it there, and not update for another week, but I'm not going to do that. I'll finish the next chapter within this week, I promise!! (today is Thursday)
THANK YOU ALL WHO SENT REVIEWS, YOU ARE THE ONLY REASON I CONTINUE WRITING!!!
And no, I don't think my posts are going to get any longer, short and sweet is the way I like things, but maybe in other stories! Sorry Alexa!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
"Gimli, hurry up," Aragorn shouted over his shoulder, "the Orcs are a good twelve hours ahead of us already."
"Yeah, whatever," the Dwarf grumbled, "just let me take my time."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas shivered. He was feeling extremely cold, a feeling that had nothing to do with the humid air around them. By anyone's standards, the amount of Orc brew he had been given was no small amount. After a few hours, he had begun to stumble on nothing and his pace had lessened.
"What's the matter? Don't take to foreign foods?" An Orc said.
"I'd rather starve," Legolas retorted. He stumbled again, a cloud seemed to have passed into his field of vision, and as much as he blinked, the mist would not clear. A wave of nausea passed over him, but his body was beyond control. Moving closer to a bushy outcrop, he let the contents of his stomach empty. All energy seemed to be drained from his body, and he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, willing it to stop its restless pain.
"Get up scum!" the Uruk-Hai said as he fiercely jerking the chain leash connected to the collar that was still on Legolas' throat. The movement was performed with so much strength and hatred, that he fell onto his back, his breath cut short as he grasped for air. Blood seeped from the corner of his pale lips. "Boys, come have your fun now, he won't last much longer. Rid us of this burden!"
One of the Orcs brought out a long whip, on the end was a spiked ball. Legolas braced himself for the onslaught, but the poison had already attacked his vitals, the Uruk-Hai was right, he was not going to last long.
The Orc grinned evilly and brought the whip down across the Elf's bare shoulders.
***
Legolas had never seen so much blood. He couldn't move without having to moan in pain. The Orc brew had seemed to prevent his blood from clotting. His back was torn to shreds, and it seemed that there was not one part of his body that didn't beg for mercy. Even his heart, Elven strong as it was, wanted to stop beating and end its pain. Just when he thought it couldn't be any more painful, they proved him wrong.
He knew more than one broken rib and his left arm hung limply at his side from a severe beating he had received. He did not raise his head or move his eyes as an Orc kicked the back of his head to see if he were alive. Legolas was already in so much pain, his body didn't register it.
"Ah, he's still alive," the Orc said evilly, "I guess that's a sign he wants more."
"No!" Legolas moaned. Somewhere deep inside his body he felt something bruised and broken. He could feel himself bleeding from the inside. He had minutes, if that.
"Ah, he's almost dead, there's no fun left in him, just leave him here."
Legolas shut his eyes and slipped into unconsciousness, or death, he knew not which, nor did he care, as long as it took him from the pain he was experiencing.
TBC...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: you know, I could leave it there, and not update for another week, but I'm not going to do that. I'll finish the next chapter within this week, I promise!! (today is Thursday)
