Hatred and Revenge

And thanks to the reviewers:

LotR Fan: Yes it is... you have to try it... ;)

Goma-Ryu: I don't want to torture here anyone beside my faves in the story...

Legolassie Kyo(na) Leonhart: Yes, but that wasn't all... keep on reading, I'll keep on writing...

Imbefaniel: Yes sure, the whip with the iron chains are used in the Middle Ages. The spikes on it were my idea but that they rip out flesh was the idea of another torture item out of the Middle Ages called cat claw (or something like that). If you need torture devices I would recommend you to search in the Internet. Thanks!

ElvenBabyEvenstar: I don't think you are the only one here enjoying this... *evillygrinning* Thanks!!!

Erin: Thanks that you love it that much. Me too... I think it brings our favourite character nearer to you... but finally that doesn't matter... it makes fun and that's important *lol*

Enigma Jade: Here is more...

Melissa: OmG... thank you, I hurt him because of the same reason why you feel such strange feelings... I've asked me the same thing ever and ever again but finally I find no reason. But it is not that evil... and I keep on writing such stuff, because there are more people like you and me out there who like reading such fics. Thanks again for such a high praising!!!

Arafel: You have luck, I just updated it... and thanks that you like my story...

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Part 5

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Dînnaeg twisted Legolas arm painful on his back. He forced the blond elf to lie over his human friend. With one sudden tug he dislocated Legolas right shoulder. Aragorn shut his eyes as Legolas screamed in pain and agony directly beside his ear. Something wet dropped on his cheek, it was a tear from Legolas. The elf whimpered when Dînnaeg let his arm drop on the ground. Legolas felt his right hand going numb. He wanted this to stop, to black out and forget about the pain. Instead of release he was hauled into a sitting position. Dînnaeg ripped his loose tunic away and threw it on the ground. "Are you already guilty? Or should I continue?" - "Let him be. It is I you want to hurt." Dînnaeg grinned. "You have something misunderstood. I want to hurt you but not physical. The side effect of this torture is, that I can torture him also. Isn't that nice?" Aragorn wondered why these elves were so alike orcs. "Who are you that you enjoy torturing other living beings?" Dînnaeg answered while forcing Legolas to drink out of a cup. "If you would grow up among orcs and other evil creatures you would be like us." Legolas struggled against him but the dark haired elf squeezed his right shoulder. Legolas cried out and automatically swallowed. The black, thick liquid ran down his throat. Legolas had to retch when he realised that it was orc blood. "It contains more than just orc blood. It's pure evil in it. It makes the one who drinks it willing and obedient. It will turn you from inside out until you kill yourself. It's not powerful in such small doses, but the more you drink the greater will be the effect." He hit an elbow in Aragorns chest and forced the liquid in his mouth too. The air flew out of him because of the blow and before he knew what he had done, he swallowed. It tasted metallic and bitter. Their hands were bound in front again. A few orcs dragged them back to the twins. Both the elf and the human were unconscious before they reached their friends.

The sun sank down behind the horizon and darkness flew trough the deep forest of Mirkwood.

Elladan tried the wake Aragorn and Legolas but failed. "What have they done to you?" He looked at Legolas back. "These foul creatures!" - "I've heard that." Elladan hadn't heard Gwaith approach. "I am sure you did but only to be sure: You are filthy, foul creatures!" Elladan stood up rage took him. He could see the elf before him smirking in the darkness. "It seems that you don't like us. How's that? Have I done you something wrong?" - "You will pay for that! I swear you will pay for all you've done to my friends." Gwaith had to laugh. "You little, little elf of Imladris. Have you any idea who I am? I have no fear of you and your little father. Even your father is younger than me. I have experienced things you can't imagine and I have friends you never want to meet. You are nothing but a little piece of shit in my eyes exactly like your friends here. Finally when all things are done I can get rid of you. I see forward to this. The only thing you are good for is a doormat. Now I want you and the little princeling in the front!"

Elladan tried to put all together what he knew about these elves but it seemed one piece lost. He tried to wake Legolas. To his surprise his elven friend woke up. Legolas tensed as Elladan softly caressed his brow. "It's only I. You were unconscious for a half day." Legolas agony came back to him with his conscious. "Aragorn?" - "He is still out but I think he is only sleeping now. We have to walk in the front. I don't know why but Gwaith seems to have a reason for this. Come I help you." It was easier said than done. Elladan could barely help Legolas with bound hands. He linked his hands between Legolas bound arms and pulled him up. Legolas cried out as his right shoulder was affected. Finally he stood, leaning against Elladan and panting like he had already run through whole Middle Earth.

Elrohirs wound were nearly healed thanks to his elven healing abilities. He helped Aragorn to his feet. "Legolas and Elladan are forced to ran in front but I don't know why. I don't like that." Aragorn also wasn't pleased with the idea that they were separated again.

They were running all night. The orcs accompanied them. "We should soon be there. I would suggest that we'd run without a stop. We would be there next midday." Gwaith was pleased with the idea from Gwann-Agar. "Yes, the sooner we are there the sooner I'll get rid of them. Slowly it's noticeable that the same blood is running through our veins, my little brother. May be you will be someday a great leader wherever this all may lead us." Gwann-Agar looked forward to there arrival in the fortress in the south. Even if there were nothing but ruins it was still a little piece of home.

"I can't go further..." Legolas panted heavily. His back ached and his right shoulder burned like holding it in open fire. But Legolas felt something else, inside of him. He felt a slight pain, he felt betrayed but he had no idea what caused such a feeling. By now it was only slight and he suppressed it.

Elladan tried to drag Legolas along with him but it was too late. The prince stumbled and fell to his knees. "Stand up!" One of the elves behind him shouted. "I can't..." Legolas energy was spent. He couldn't move even when he wanted to. "I said stand up! It doesn't matter if you cannot. You will run now or you will never be able to." The whole people came to a halt. Gwaith and Gwann-Agar, only a few meters away, turned around. They walked in a cat like gait to Legolas. Elladan tried to bring him on his feet but it was hopeless with bound hands.

Gwaith anger grew. He hated this. He wanted this to end as fast as possible, so that he could return back into the south or north and dedicate himself more important things. A look to his brother told him that Gwann- Agar was enjoying this position. They stopped in front of the prisoner. "Go back into your line, Toledang (coming out of iron)!" The elf went back, against his will. He wanted to show this prisoner his anger. He was impatient and wanted, like the others back, as fast as possible.

Gwaith sent an angered glance to Toledang. He would have to show him patience, later. Legolas head hung down, breathing hard. Elladan sat in a crouch next to him, trying to get him back up. "Stand up!" Gwaith used the same harshness then Toledang. "Don't you see that he is too weak to stand up?" Elladan rose to his feet, facing Gwaith and his slightly amused brother. Gwaith not needed this at the moment. "Too weak? Then why shouldn't we just kill him?" Gwann-Agar shoved Elladan against the next tree, one hand held his arms the other pressed a knife against his throat.

Gwaith knocked Legolas to the ground. With his left hand he encircled Legolas neck, shutting his airway, with the other he pressed a short dagger against his throat. "Wait! I didn't mean that." Elladan tried to struggle out of the strong grasp, unsuccessfully.

Legolas was aware of the events happening around him. He felt a sharp blade digging in his flesh. Gwaith lifted his dagger Legolas shut his eyes. He knew that it would be over now. He would left Middle Earth and would enter the great hall in Valinor.

Elladan could only cry out. He begged them to stop. Gwaith lowered the sharp dagger in direction of Legolas neck. Elladans stomach wrenched and he shut his eyes against the sight. He heard the Blade colliding with the earth and knew it was over.

He opened his eyes. The dagger stuck a few inches from Legolas head in the earth. Legolas was still alive. Elladan had to fight the tears forming in his eyes. He had nearly lost his best friend. "That will teach you a lesson. Both of you. He will run or the next time, his head is off." Gwaith left the scene. His brother Gwann-Agar followed shortly behind, sending one final smirk to Elladan before he left.

Legolas realised that he was still alive. He felt some rough hands picking him up. It needed more than a half day to realise, what he had almost lost.

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Wow, that was near... they would arrive next chapter, wherever they want to go...

If you want to know you have to read ;)

I will continue soon...