Hatred and Revenge

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Part 16

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Toledang ran upstairs, almost stumbling at his pace. Caeleb-mân (ill mind) was sitting on the ground, kneeling over one of the orcs. The dark haired elf had a dagger in his hand, using it to slit the orcs throat ever and ever again. Toledang suppressed a shudder. He didn't like this elf much. He thought that Caeleb-mân was terrific since Gwann-Agar had twisted his mind long ago.

Caeleb-mân knew that someone approached but he didn't look up. He drove the sharp dagger again and again trough the throat from the orc, watching fascinated how the blood poured out. "We have to hunt the elves. It was an order from Gwann and I think if we don't obey our throat will be slit next." The elf on the ground didn't even look up. Toledang lowered himself beside him on the ground. "He has ordered us to kill them. When we have found them, you can slit their throat. You will receive red blood not black. And it will be all yours." Caeleb-mân sent an almost insane look to the other elf, before he smirked and nodded.

Toledang was glad he could go further. The insanity from that elf seemed to grow with every passing day. Sometimes he wondered what Gwann-Agar had done to him.

He drew nearer to the chambers of his two friends. He could hear the sounds of weapons, crashing against each other. Toledang entered the chamber of Sigilaeg (sharp dagger). He and Gwanudûr (dark death) were fighting with long, black swords. They practised fighting in every free second. "Gwann has ordered us to hunt the elves. We have to go now and kill them. I would suggest that we are taking some orcs with us." "Why the hell did he let them escape if he wanted them dead?" Sigilaeg put his sword back in the black sheath at his hip, turning around to Toledang. His black hair was bound to a straight ponytail.

"Gwann didn't let them go, they escaped." Toledang sighed heavy. "And Gwaith is dead." The shocked faces he received were all he needed, to know that their hunt would soon begin. "Take only the weapons you need. We have to run fast they are more than a day ahead of us and I don't know if they'd ran."

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"I need a break!" Aragorn didn't have the skills of elves and his body showed him this without mercy. On the contrary to Elrohir could Aragorn not go miles without getting exhausted. They halted, sitting down on the cold earth. "We have to hurry, if we want to help them in any way." - "I know that too but I can't go further without a break." Aragorn flinched in pain when he moved his leg. His head ached but he noticed it the first time. "May be you should go further without me. You could run all the way in half the time you need with me." Elrohir sent a confused look to the human. His expression changed into anger. "I will not loose you too. If you wouldn't be here with me, my heart would get so heavy that I could not make a move anymore."

Elrohir stood up, walking back and forth, never leaving Aragorn with his eyes. "I don't even know if Elladan is still alive, let alone Legolas. Have you seen his injuries?" Aragorn stood up, even if it sent a jolt of pain through his leg. "Yes I have. May be you don't know it, but I was in there with him and I swear by the Valar that I never want to see something like that befall one of my friends ever again... yes I've seen him." Images from Legolas floated through his mind. How he lay motionless on the ground. More images came in his mind and suddenly his knees were weak. He only heard the beating of his heart along with the aching pain in his head.

Elrohir regretted his words, he never thought about what happened with them in there. He was ripped out of his thoughts, when Aragorn fell to the ground. Before his human brother could hit the ground, Elrohir was there to catch him. Without a word Elrohir put Aragorn in an embrace.

"I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that I worry about the other two." Aragorn fought against the sudden blackness that rose before his eyes. The pain in his head seemed to grow; the world went dull and blurred.

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The forest lightened and the end was near. Elladan ran half sleeping along the uneven ground. He passed the last trees and came on a wide plain. He halted for a short moment, taking a deep breath and enjoying the sight of the Misty Mountains on the horizon. The enemy seemed suddenly far behind and the clear river of Anduin almost near to touch it. The sun shone bright over their heads, standing high up in the sky.

Elladan didn't waste time and run further, his speed only slightly slower than before. Legolas didn't seem to notice anything in his fever delirium. His eyes half open and sweat rolled down his temple. The shivers ebbed slightly but they were still there and remembered Elladan on how ill his friend were.

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The four elves headed at first out of Dol Guldur, searching footprints. "I think I've found something here. It could be the heavy print of a human." Sigilaeg pointed at the ground. "An elf were with him and they are gone in the north." Toledang joined him, looking over his shoulder. "But they are only two." - "And here is the other one." They turned around to Gwanudûr who pointed on the ground on the left from the gate. "Only one?" - "Yes, he headed northwest, but his footprint is heavy and I think that he carried the fourth." Sigilaeg went to the other two. "I think we should split up. Two went north and two went northwest. Their tracks are clear and deep, they are probable injured and exhausted." Toledang took the word. "We will take orcs with us but no one will tell them, that we have to kill the prisoners, because if we do, they will be dead before anyone of us has reached them. I'm sure we all want to do this ourselves." The other two elves laughed. "By the way, where is Caeleb?" The other two shrugged their shoulders. Sigilaeg headed into the corridor.

After a short moment he came out, dragging the crazy elf with him. "Now we have to split up." Toledang looked at Caeleb-mân. "You will go with Gwanudûr northwest. And you Sigilaeg will go with me in the north."

A short time later they were on their way. Each group accompanied from a dozen of orcs.

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