Hatred and Revenge

Thanks to the reviewers:

Erin: Thank you!!!!!! These ideas are coming out of my mind. I think about the next scene and start writing and suddenly I'm in the middle of it, until I notice that the scene is over. Sometimes it's a little more difficult and I have to force my mind to come up with an idea. For the torture scenes I have searched medieval torture devises in the Internet like the dislocating from the shoulders in chap 9.

Pippin-n-Legolas: Like I said before... the Internet is big and there are a lot of torture devises in it mixed up with my own ideas... hehehe

Artemisa: Don't die, here is the next chapter

Camlost: If you want to know if I borrow them to you, then it depends on the story you want them in. I don't know what I will do to them in the end...

X Moonchik: Thanks!!!

*star*smiles: Thanks! Yes I'm having a great day, thanks to your review...

Anduin: Thanks! Thanks!! And Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is the next one...

:-): Thanks! But I feel the urge to defend myself a little bit. The idea from the blood is a general one. I've liked vampires some time ago and so it is near that the evil character likes blood to humiliate his victim. The second with the bar, I swear that I have never before read a story where bars were pushed through the legs of the captives. And the last, it is a medieval torture devise which were used very often to hurt the victims. So it is not my own idea but the idea of cruel men from the middle ages. I don't think that you wanted to offend me but something inside of me needed to write this...

Lothur: Wait and see. I think there is a happy end, because I don't like sad endings, but in which way it will end, I don't know.

Earendil - Baby: May be I let them go through a little bit more angst but I will not tell you if I kill them or not, it would kill the suspense, even if I would like to tell you.

YunaDax: A trauma teddy??? Hey, I don't call you mad, it's the same with me... as you can read... hehehe

Imbefaniel: I don't want to either, but I only have to write it, I think that's a lot easier than experience it.

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Part 10

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Aragorn spun around, blocking the dagger that was aimed at his throat with the blood crusted orc blade. Neither of them moved, they only glared into their anger burning eyes. "Give up, you have no chance, human!" - "You have only fear, that I could beat you, otherwise you wouldn't say something like that." Dînnaeg rage was rising. He lashed a few times out at the human. Aragorn blocked the attacks and tried to land a blow by himself. Dînnaeg aimed his dagger at Aragorns midsection, while kicking the human his feet away.

Aragorn landed on his back. He hooked his legs around Dînnaegs, pulling them away. As soon as the elf lay on the ground, Aragorn hit him with the handle of the dagger in his face. Kneeling half over his enemy, Aragorn didn't saw the next blow coming. A pain exploded between his legs. He groaned and fell on his side, curling up in a ball.

Dînnaeg was glad for his conscious. The human was so stupid to offer him his tender section, that the elf had used his opportunity and kicked upwards as strong as possible. He rolled the human away and stood up. Kicking Aragorn several times in the ribs. "What do you say now?" Aragorn didn't say anything; he just grabbed his enemies feet and brought him a second time flat down on the ground. Dînnaeg was too surprised to react. He thought that the human would be longer defenceless. Aragorn stood up, he stood bent because of the pain but he knew it was now or never.

Dînnaeg reached to his dagger, he closed his right hand around it and threw it at the humans head.

Aragorn saw that Dînnaeg grabbed his dagger but to late he saw the danger he was in. May be it was the fact that he had risen among elves and may be it was the blood of numenor that flew through his veins but one elven like reflex to throw his hand up rescued him from being stabbed through the head. A yell escaped his lips, when the dagger sank into his flesh. Aragorn stumbled to the ground holding his right hand, where the weapon stuck in his palm.

Dînnaeg stood up, picking up the orc blade, Aragorn had lost. "It's a pity that I have to bring you to Gwaith, because I would enjoying your company right now." The elf grinned. Aragorn backed away from him. He closed his eyes whilst he pulled the dagger out of his hand. He moaned and tried to stand up. "You still want to fight?" Dînnaegs eyes left Aragorn for a short moment, looking in the corridor behind Aragorn. "I would recommend you to give up now."

Aragorn didn't know what this short look meant. He backed further away, when he bumped into something behind him, that wasn't there before, he knew that they weren't alone anymore.

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Glorfindel knew that something was wrong and rode faster. He would soon be at the foot of the Misty Mountains and there was no sign of the twins or anyone else.

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Gwann-Agar entered the throne room; laughing at the sight his brother gave him. Gwaith slept on his throne, eyes open and snoring softly. It wasn't common that elves snore but in that strange position it seemed impossible even to sleep. To his left and right were the twins chained to the wall. Both unconscious, eyes closed and lost in their heavy dreams. Gwann-Agar suddenly wondered why the human weren't there. He walked to the stairs and headed down into the prison. There was a time when each cell was filled with prisoners, screaming and crying; it was the time when Sauron had his residence in Dol Guldur. Gwann-Agar heard a faint cry echoing through the dark corridor. He speeded up his pace, his eyes sparkled with anticipation. What ever was going on down here, he liked it already.

Gwann-Agar sneaked up on the human who had no idea that he was standing behind him. The elf almost laughed out when the human bumped without any suspicion into him. Gwann-Agar grabbed the human around his arms, turning them on his back. Dînnaeg slowed his pace, stopping just before the human. "Thank you Gwann, this filthy human has just decided to leave us, without any permission." - "No problem, my friend. Where do you want him?" Aragorn tried to squirm out of the tight grasp, unsuccessful. "Gwaith wanted to have him up there, I think because of the Palantir." Gwann-Agar had a little trouble to hold the human in this position and was glad when they started to walk. "My brother's sleeping and I think it will take a little time until someone can wake him up without loosing his head." - "I don't know where your cruel mind his leading you, Gwann, but I think what ever it is creating, it will be interesting." Gwann-Agar smirked. "Indeed, I'm sure that you'll do." Aragorn didn't know what the two had in mind but he expected that it wasn't a good thing at all. He had seen what Gwann-Agar had done to Legolas earlier and what Dînnaeg wanted to do to them. They entered the throne room.

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*evil smirking* It gets more interesting, the more you write it...

Please r+r, I will continue soon.