Hatred and Revenge

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Part 11

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Aragorn was dragged through the throne room. He could see his brothers hanging on the wall like trophies. Gwann-Agar clasped a hand over the humans' mouth to prevent him from crying out at his brothers, because Gwaith would wake up and their fun would be over. They went into the corridor, Dînnaeg started to speak. "Are we going to me or to you?" Gwann- Agar would have smacked him in the ribs, if he shouldn't hold the human. "If your room would offer us as much possibilities than mine I would say to you, but I think we'll go to me."

Gwann-Agars room was not far away from the throne room. Dînnaeg opened the door to the sleeping room of Gwann-Agar. "That's a smell... it smells like you had a visitor out of blood." Gwann-Agar smirked. "I still have a visitor, but he is unconscious, luckily for you, because otherwise I wouldn't have turned up in the prison."

Aragorn knew that Gwann-Agar spoke from Legolas. At last he would see his friend again. Dînnaeg opened the iron door from the private torture room. The smell of dried blood hung in the air. Aragorn didn't want to see this, but something inside him didn't allow him to close his eyes. That part, which wanted to see Legolas again.

Gwann-Agar shoved him in the room. Aragorn fought the urge to vomit right in front of him. Never before he had seen something cruel like that. Legolas lay in a puddle of blood. His arms were bound together on his blood crusted back and they were connected with a chain leading over a wheel on the ceiling. Through his legs stuck a bar, which caused the loss of blood. Aragorns stomach rebelled. He tried to run to his friend and struggled against the fierce grip but it was hopeless. Aragorn had to fight back tears of hatred and desperation. How should they ever escape such a place?

Aragorn sank to his knees, suddenly he was too weak from the sight, even to fight his captors. Gwann-Agar knew, as soon as the human sank to the ground, that this was enough, to torture him. Dînnaeg was pleased, too, it was just, what he wanted to do earlier, only that this was much more intensive as that what he would have done.

"It's a great job you have done. It wouldn't be my style doing such a thing, it's a little too messy for my taste but I'm sure it was fun, wasn't it." Gwann-Agar turned his head around to Dînnaeg. "Fun is absolutely no term for that. It wasn't just fun, it was satisfaction in one and another way." He smirked, looking back at Legolas. "And it was a pleasure to hear your friend screaming. "Gwann-Agar went down behind Aragorn, holding his arms still in a firm grip. "He had so much fear. Even if he tried to conceal it, it was still there, in his eyes." The human shut his eyes, trying to shut the world out, to wake up out of this nightmare.

Dînnaeg stepped past Gwann-Agar and knelt beside Legolas, trying not to come in contact with the blood. "Hey Gwann, have you noticed, that he isn't breathing?" Aragorns head shot up. "Noo..." Was all he could manage to say. Gwann-Agar said nothing. He knew what Dînnaeg had in mind. Aragorns hope crushed down under the weight of his grief. "No... that can not be..." Finally tears floated down his face. Each one cried with the pain of a great loss.

Gwann-Agar didn't release Aragorn, he knew that such people were much more dangerous in grief and rage than anytime else. Dînnaeg turned around, watching as the human slowly let his hope flew out of him, with every tear that landed on the earth, his desperation grew.

It seemed to be an eternity, when Aragorn heard someone cough. It sounded familiar. Suddenly Aragorn knew, what they had done. "Your filthy, damn..." - "You are not the brightest, are you? It is the simplest trick of all and you are so stupid and believe us." Both elves laughed. Aragorn tried to get a glimpse of Legolas, who was groaning with pain. "Legolas? Legola..." Gwann-Agar clasped a hand over the humans' mouth. The last thing he wanted was to set hope into the blond elf. "Gag him, I don't want him to hear the human." Dînnaeg gagged Aragorn as good and tight as possible. Gwann-Agar bent down beside Legolas, moving his chained and dislocated arms.

Legolas woke up slowly. He thought that he had heard Aragorn, but he put the thought, as an imagination from his mind, away. Legolas moaned when he felt the pain floating through his body, leaving no part without pain. His still bound eyes prevented him from seeing what was going on beside him. His only hope was that Gwann-Agar wasn't there. He moaned, when his most feared enemy showed himself with tugging on his bound arms. He was even to weak to cry out.

"Finally you're awake. There is still something I want to do with you. It is the most destroying torture, without death in the end, I know. "Gwann- Agar loosened the hook and the chains, that bound Legolas hands together. He let drop them in a nothing but gentle way, causing his captive to groan again.

Aragorn was forced to watch the scene before him. The gag prevent him from calling his friend, but even if he could make a sound, he would be dead after trying it, killed by the dagger, Dînnaeg pressed at his throat. Aragorn didn't know what would come next, he could only guess, but what ever came in his mind wasn't pleasant at all.

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Elrohir slowly woke up. He tried to fight the headache but it was hopeless. He couldn't even remember what had happened in the last hours. Elrohir looked up, directly in the searching eyes of his brother. Elrohir made a start to say something, but he stopped as Elladan shook his head and pointed with his chin in the direction of the throne. Gwaith lay upon it, sleeping. If it hadn't been for the chains, that made his hands numb and the headache, Elrohir would have started laughing at the strange sight.

Elladan regretted to have shaken his head. The headache was much more awful now. He tested the chains, but they were to firm, to break them. He could see, that Elrohir tried the same, without any success.

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Two Chapters on one day... wow. I couldn't resist writing further.

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