Hatred and Revenge

Thanks to my reviewers:

Pippin-n-Legolas: Here, you see what happens...

Phantom Ranger Fay: Thank you!!! Writing what? The torture scenes? If you mean that, nooo defiantly not.

Jo March: Hey I won't be nice to anyone in this story... *lol*

Lothur: OmG thanks!!! Sure, I by myself want to see what happens so I have to write on.

Earendil - Baby: Yep, you see that right, I had to make him that cruel and sadistic because of the torture... the writing is much more easier when you have a foundation like that. And by the way it' s fun... *evil smirking*

LotR FAn: Thanks!

Tenshiamanda: Great!

Imbefaniel: Thanks!

Aragorn-is-the-coolest: Thanks!!!!!! Why is everyone here thinking that I'm evil...I don't understand this... *lol*

Goma-Ryu: Thanks! That could be a perfect slogan...

Emerald Queen: That's the way computers work, they don't do what you want. Yes, Sauron was destroyed, but that doesn't matter in my story. The story takes plays after Gollum is captured and Sauron left his fortress Dol Guldur and head towards Barad Dur. He has no living shape but he still exists.

Sirithiliel: Thanks!!! Thought of what? The Palantir???

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Part 8

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Gwann-Agar sat on Legolas pelvis. He reached behind him and took another device out. He put it on his right hand. It had four long, sharp blades. Each blade stuck on a finger, so they were separate moveable.

Gwann-Agar set one blade over the cut on Legolas cheek. The elf underneath tried to turn his head away but a hand grabbed his chin preventing him from moving. Gwann-Agar drove the blade slightly through the wound to reopen the already closing wound. Legolas squirmed underneath but he had no chance to move away. He pressed his eyes together, when he felt a hot tongue liking the blood away that flooded over his cheek. "You taste sweeter than an orc. Their blood is bitter and thick." Legolas only hoped that this was soon over. He hated to be humiliated like that. He could stand pain but he hated the way Gwann-Agar treated him.

"You don't like that?" Legolas made the fault to shake his head, even if it was only slightly; it was enough to make Gwann-Agar smirk. "Good, then I will continue with that." - "You're sick!" Legolas couldn't held that back. "Really? Do you think that?" The grip on Legolas chin was gone.

Gwann-Agar used a piece of black cloth to bind his captives eyes. He drove the blades slowly over Legolas' chest, using only a slight pressure at first. He increased the force and drew thin lines of red blood.

Legolas couldn't see what happened around him. Suddenly the sharp points of the blade disappeared. The weight on his hip shifted. Legolas fought with his fear caused by the helplessness of blindfold. He expected something every moment to happen. A sudden stabbing pain passed through his right shank. He cried out. Legolas turned his head to bury his face in his left upper arm to prevent himself from screaming. He felt, that what ever caused such a great pain, was still sticking in his leg. He couldn't even form a straight thought through the pain. A scream rang in his ears, coming out if his own mouth. Another pain exploded in his left shank, causing him to cry out again. Blood flowed from his bottom lip down his chin when Legolas tried to prevent himself from crying out.

Gwann-Agar was pleased. He had rammed a blunt bar trough the two bones in each shank. The two legs were linked together with the bar. Blood dripped from the table on the floor. Gwann-Agar turned around, still sitting on Legolas. The chest from his victim rose and fell in a hectic motion. "I knew that you could scream. I fear that I must leave you for a short time. It should be impossible for you to flee from here so keep silent if you don't want any orc to continue with you." Gwann-Agar swung himself from the table, leaving Legolas on it. He locked the door and headed towards the throne room.

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Elladan felt like every part of his body would be separately ripped out. He knew nothing but the strange voice speaking to him in his head. He didn't know when he had stopped screaming and started sobbing. It was too much pain, like thousands of knives stabbing every part of your body. The voice asked questions ever and ever again. Elladan knew no answer but the dark voice didn't believe him. Elladans body was to weak to stay conscious and finally he sacked on the ground. Gwaith wasn't pleased with that. This elf knew nothing about it. "Bring me the other elf. Chain this one on the wall."

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Gwann-Agar entered the throne room. His brother sat bored on his large throne. One of the twins was secured with chains on the wall to the right. His head hung down and his body was bent. "Nothing?" Gwaith looked up. "No, nothing at all. He knew nothing." Gwaith suddenly had another thought. "How does it work with your playmate?" Gwann-Agar sneered. "Finally I've shown him how to let feelings out" - "Does that help to get rid of stress? I should try that."

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The orcs entered the room, dragging Elrohir with them.

Elrohir was hauled out of his cell. He tried to struggle but he was helpless. They dragged him into the large room. He spotted his brother on the other side of the room. Fear took him at the sight. Elladan seemed to have no visible injury save the arrow shot. The visible thing was the sweat that covered his brow. Elrohir was relieved to see the rising and falling of his brothers chest and he knew, that he was only unconscious.

"You are the next, be nice and tell him all he wants to know then he might release you." Elrohir was led to the Palantir, like Elladan before him; he was forced to look into it.

Screams filled the room, echoing through the long corridors. "That reminds me at my little fun. I think I leave you alone again, brother." Gwaith nodded but said nothing. He leaned back in his throne and enjoyed the almost continuous screams.

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It's a little nit shorter than I thought but I will go on writing and try to update soon.

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