Hatred and Revenge

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Part 3

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Gwann-Agar stood up. Stretching his lame muscles. He shouldered his quiver and his bow.

The black haired elf turned around to wake his companions. He cried something to them. Legolas' head shot up. That was neither in the elven speech nor in the common. It was the black speech. The speech only known to be spoke of orcs.

"By the Valar, Elladan have you heard that?" Elladan heard it very well. He only nodded, still too surprised. After a few moments he regained his speech. "I never heard something like that could be possible. This speech is foul, dark. it's nothing someone beside the orcs would speak freely."

Gwann-Agar turned to the still sleeping human. He gave Aragorn a kick in the ribs. "Stand up or I will force you." Aragorns bound feet were released. Slowly he rose to his feet. His three elven friends were also forced to stand.

Elrohir could barely stand. He leaned heavily upon Elladan.

Legolas counted seven elves with Gwann-Agar. All black haired and all were using the black speech. Gwann-Agar seemed not to be their leader. Another elf, taller and with more pride gave them commands.

They were forced to run towards the south. Aragorn could only guess where they were heading. The only place unguarded was the place near Dol Guldur, the dark fortress of Sauron. Aragorn hoped that he was wrong.

Elladan and Legolas supported Elrohir, half dragging him, half pulling him. Two elves ran behind them. Every time Elrohir stumbled they pressed their daggers slightly into their captives backs.

Aragorn was separated from them again. No one knows why. He tried to look behind to his friends but every time he felt a dagger piercing in his back.

Suddenly they came to a halt. Legolas tensed. Something evil was near, he could feel it. Elladan was too busy with his brother to notice it. Armaments rattling and foul screams were spread out across the wood. "Yrch!" Legolas wanted a weapon. Even if he couldn't understand these other elves he wanted to help them defend the orcs, even if the only reason was to defend his own life. "Cut us free. We can help you defending these foul creatures!" Legolas demanded. The orcs drew near. Their leader, Gwaith (Shadow), spun around. He faced Legolas. His were eyes full of anger. "Shut your damn mouth or I will cut out your tongue and stuff it into your throat, until you choke on it." Legolas did not show any emotion. Even if he was surprised and a little bit angered by his words he stood there, proud, in front of his enemy. Gwaith hit Legolas in the face with his right fist. The blond elf stumbled to the ground. Blood ran him from the corner of his mouth.

The orcs approached. Legolas stood up again going into a defensive position; with his hands still bound on his back it was a difficult task. Elladan lowered Elrohir to the ground slightly behind him. "Why are they so stupid? We could help them!" Aragorn had followed Legolas' conversation with Gwaith but he did not understand his stubbornness.

Then the orcs surrounded them. Gwaith walked straight towards one of the cruel orcs. No weapon drawn. "I greet you, leader of the orcs. I am glad that you could come here to help us with our captives." Gwaith spoke in the black speech. The orc smirked evil, showing his teeth. "The only reason we are here for is to have fun. You have promised to share your toys with us." The orc smirked again. Gwaith also grinned. "I have no problems with that but my order is to bring them alive, possibly all of them. The wounded one is weak, do not take him, he might not survive such treatment right now." The orc nodded. "We will camp here, because my folks were running all the way without any rest. They looked forward to the fun as did I." Gwaith clapped the orc on his back. "It's good to meet you again." The orc spread out a camp, sitting down eating and drinking.

Legolas mouth dropped open at what he saw. Gwaith, an elf, stood in front of an orc, speaking with him like speaking with an old friend. He could not understand the black speech but he knew it was a really bad thing they spoke over. Bad for him and bad for the others. The top of all was when Gwaith clapped the orc on the back.

This time they were not separated. "How's Elrohir?" Aragorn asked Elladan. "The wound is closing. He has no infection but the blood loss is still too much. He needs water or at least something else to drink." Aragorn noticed Elladans wound on his left upper arm. Elladan had pulled out the arrow some time ago but he couldn't bind it by himself. "We have to bind that before an infection can settle in." Aragorn tried to loose his bindings but they were too tight. "You have to lie on the ground because I can't reach the wound with my bound hands." They sat down. Elladan lay behind Aragorn so that he could reach the wound. Legolas sat beside Elrohir. "I'm thirsty." Legolas could barely hear the weak voice of the other elf. "I'll try to get something." Legolas looked into the heap of orcs and elves. He spotted Gwaith and went in his direction. The orcs looked at him as if he were a piece of raw meat baring their teeth. Fear grabbed Legolas but finally he reached Gwaith. "My hurt companion needs something to drink . . ." He couldn't even finish. A sudden burning feeling on his back made him stumble. He hadn't even time to realise that a whip hit him across his arms and back when the second blow followed. The thick leather lashed over his legs, bringing him down on his knees. Legolas tried not to cry out because he knew that this was all they wanted to do. A stinging sensation was on his thighs. Gwaith stood before him grinning in his face. Suddenly the orcs grabbed his arms and cut his bindings. Legolas struggled against them. He kicked one of them on the leg, breaking it by the force. But the orcs were too many and finally brought him down. Legolas lay on his front, pinned flat down on the earth. Heavy orcs held his arms and legs down. Panic welled up. Legolas realised that he was helpless at their mercy. The orc who received the broken leg had a blood crusted orc blade in his hand. He stood over the elf and cut his cloth in two. Legolas back was bare, rising and falling with every breath he took.

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