Hatred and Revenge

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Part 2

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Aragorn woke first. His head throbbed painfully and he had to lay still for a few seconds to bring the spinning world to a halt. He was still on the forest floor. His feet and arms were bound tight together. He rolled himself on his stomach and sat down on his heels. For a short moment Aragorn thought he might black out again but the pain eased a bit and he had time to look around.

Their captors lay a few meters from his position, sleeping. Only one of them sat at the bottom of a tree on the ground, piercing in the night like a hawk on the search of food. Aragorn felt something strange at the sight of this figure and the way it sat there but he didn't know what it was.

The first time he noticed his friends. They lay behind the sleeping forms, still unconscious. Aragorn couldn't see the wounds of them in the moonlight that shined barely through the trees. Why had they separated us? And who are they? Aragorn suddenly noticed that the guard under the tree stared at him. It was a deadly glare, but it felt still familiar. "Who are you and why are we prisoners?"

"Im Gwann-Agar (dead blood). The other thing is none of your business." He drew his hood back to reveal his pointed ears and the long black hair. The eyes never lost their intensive glare.

Aragorn was shocked. He couldn't believe that they were elves. They were without mercy. Not like the elves he knew. But who else could sneak up on them like this.

He heard a soft moan coming from one of his friends.

Elladan woke slowly out of the lands of sleep. He felt a stabbing pain in his left upper arm and moaned. His mind swam with the pain. He needed a while to remind himself of the past events. With a start he was fully awake. His hands and feet were bound together. Something heavy lay upon his legs. He rolled himself on his wealth right side. Legolas was curled up over his legs. He had a large wound on his left temple. Dried blood was on his cheek. Elladan found Elrohir near by. His twin brother had an arrow through his stomach just above he hip. It was bleeding freely. Elladan couldn't find Aragorn and panic welled up. He sat up and searched for his little human brother. Elladan tried not to disturb Legolas and softly rolled him off his feet. The elf prince groaned but didn't wake up.

"I've thought you never wake up. It seems as if the laziness sitting all day in Imladris and having no war to fight has made you weak." Elladan spun his head around. His eyes locked with the piercing eyes from Gwann-Agar. To his relieve Elladan discovered Aragorn and it seems as if he was all right.

"Who are you? And what do you want with us?" Elladans rage rose. It angered him when elves betray elves. The elf under the tree had to laugh. "You sound like your human brother here. But I will say it one last time. I'm Gwann-Agar and the other thing is none of your business. Tell that your still sleeping friends. I hate it if I have to repeat things."

Elladan had never seen such an elf before. The way he had fought earlier and the way he spoke. Another concern took place in his head. Elrohir. Elladan knew that his brother needed help. It seems as if these elves wanted them alive. "My friend is wounded and I think it's something serious. Could you please see over the wound?" Elladan hated begging someone, especially their captors but for his brothers life he would give up his own.

"It isn't my problem. Try to help him if you can but shut up and do not pester me any further with these unimportant things. It doesn't matter if one of you dies. Three are enough."

Elladan was speechless. He did not understand this. How could an elf be so cruel to one of his own race? Even in history there were only a few times when elves betrayed elves. The curse of Feanor. Elladan had time enough to study the ancient history of the first elves. But this curse was past, wasn't it?

Elladan lay on the ground again and crawled to his brother. He sat up again with his back to Elrohir and shook him with his bound hands. Elrohir woke but the loss of blood made him weak. "Elladan? What happened? It hurts." Elladan knew that he had to put the arrow out because of an infection. "Elves have captured us. An arrow shot you. I have to put it out. It will hurt. At first I need my arms in front." Elladan lay on the floor and put his knees to his chest. He stretched his arms out to bring them in front. He hissed in pain as the arrow in his shoulder was moved. After a short while Elladan had his bound hands in front sitting in front of his brother.

Elrohir felt the light touch of his brothers hands at his brow. Then he heard a light whisper. "I have to pull it out now." Elrohir was rolled on his back. Elladan grabbed the end of the arrow. With a sudden jerk he tore the arrow out. Elrohir cried out. The pain sent him almost back into the darkness.

Elladan threw the arrow away and spoke soft calming words to his brother. He ripped pieces of his clothes away and tried to bind it around the bleeding wound. He muttered a curse under his breath. Elladan needed help for this task.

He turned around to where Legolas lay. He was still unconscious. "Legolas? Legolas..." Elladan crawled at Legolas' side. He rolled the blond elf on his back. A bad bruise formed itself on his forehead. "Legolas!" Elladan shook him slightly.

Legolas woke up. His head ached. What happened? Suddenly he was wide awake as he realised that his arms and feet were bound together. "Legolas!" It was Elladans voice. "Can you sit up?" Legolas nodded. Elladan helped him to sit up. Nausea took him and he vomited. The headache was still there. "What is with the others?" Legolas asked as the sickening feeling lessened. "Aragorn is on the other side. He seems to be all right. An arrow shot Elrohir. You have to help me bind the wound."

Legolas saw Elladans wound for the first time. Guilt washed over him as he remembered who caused that wound. "I'm sorry. That never happened before. I..." He was stopped by the blank expression on Elladans face. "The arrow." Legolas continued. "It is my fault. I shot it." Elladan felt some strange feelings but they had no time for this now. "If you need to hear, that I forgive you, I'll say it to you, but this was not your fault. No one could have foreseen that these elves were this fast. I forgive you, mellon nin (my friend). "The elves. They are really elves! And I thought my eyes betrayed me." Legolas helped Elladan to bind Elrohirs wound.

They sat a long time staring in front of them or speaking of their captors. Dawn started and the first light shone through the wood.

Aragorn had fallen asleep again.

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to be continued.