Hatred and Revenge
Thanks to the reviewers:
Imbefaniel: Thanks! I've corrected it after your review, I would be glad if you could say it, if there are still faults like that.
Tenshiamanda: That would be too easy...
Emerald Queen: I'm trying to make the chapters longer but I don't want let you wait that long. But thanks!!! I would take their cookies away, so that they stop complaining and help you; at least they are YOUR muses.
Goma-Ryu: Yep, now all are split up... where that might end??? I don't know...
X Moonchik: Thanks! That's why he is in it he is unpredictable.
Goddess of Death: Read and find out...
Legolas4ME: Thanks!!!!!! Here's the next...
Jo March: Thanks!!! I'm trying hard not to do any faults.
Pure Luck: I think this time it was faster.
Pippin-n-Legolas: Yes I know that and it makes me happy.
Erin: right! Here it is. You don't have to wait any longer.
Lothur: I have my reasons to send this crazy elf after him but it has a logical reason. Because Legolas can't walk the crazy elf is send after him. Toledang knew that he can't walk and thought that Gwanudûr would be enough to kill them. Aragorn and Elrohir are both able to move so they needed two strong elves (Toledang and Sigilaeg) to kill them. It has all a reason. When have you time??? I don't know how this should function but may be you are a nice couple... *lol*
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Part 17
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Aragorn came slowly back to his senses. He didn't know what happened. A strong pair of arms held him tight. Aragorn opened his eyes, bringing the spinning world to a halt. His head ached; he drew a hand up to massage his temple. Elrohir threw a worried look at his human brother. "I think you have a concussion, has something hard hit your head?" Aragorn tried to think straight but the pain hindered him from it. "I can't remember. May be."
Aragorn tried to sit up from his position across Elrohirs lap. His elven brother supported him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that but... I'm just worried." The slight pause didn't please Aragorn; he knew that there was more. "You can tell me everything that bother you my brother and I feel, that there is more. I'm worried too, but you've barely slept since our escape."
Elrohir stood up. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable. "It's nothing." - "Don't lie to me, I know there is more." Elrohir sighed heavy. He turned around, with his back to his human brother. "Every time I close my eyes I... I hear his voice again. It is such a cruel and horrible feeling, like I would really stand before the Palantir again, feeling the pain, seeing him..." Elrohir shuddered.
Aragorn stood up, ignoring the pain in his body, and walked in front of the elf. He looked him straight into the eyes. "You can't let this eat up yourself. Talk about it, talk to me. I don't know how it feels and I swear, I don't want to experience such a thing but I know if you don't talk about it, it will eat you up." Elrohir lowered his head, breaking the eye contact. "Normally I've spoken with Elladan." Sadness was clearly audible in his voice. It was more than Aragorn could bear to see the elf near tears. He took Elrohir in a tight embrace, stroking the long dark brown hair.
Elrohir took the comfort that was offered to him, trying to forget his nightmares and worries for a short moment and share the pleasant feeling of this closeness. "They will be ok, I'm sure... I'm sure." If Aragorn only by himself believed his words, his heart would be lighter. "I hope you are right, I still have this feeling." It was only a whisper, just for Aragorns ears to hear. Elrohir took a deep breath to collect him and parted the embrace, instantly missing the heat and comfort. "I think we should go further." Elrohir said with a shaky voice. Aragorn only nodded. They started to walk but only slowly.
* * *
Elladan knew that they were near to the river but his legs didn't obey him. With a heavy thud he landed hard on his knees. His heartbeat was faster than ever from the lack of sleep and food and the adrenalin that was instantly pumped through his body. Elladan just knelt there, Legolas lying half in his arms, half over his lap.
Elladan couldn't go further. He sank with his back to the ground, feeling the cool grass on his bare skin. He fought against the sleep that overcame him. His mind screamed at him to go further but his body didn't react.
* * *
Toledang was satisfied with the pace they were in. He was sure that they were faster than their preys. Sigilaeg held his long sword in his hand. They got used to the running pace long ago, moving like orcs over the land, only much more lighter and elegant.
"They camped here, not long ago." Sigilaeg halted. Toledang brought the orcs to a stop and walked over to his friend. "You're right. They could only have a slight lead." Sigilaeg grinned and took up the pace they had earlier, running just a bit faster. They would be soon there. The only thing the two elves had to do was hinder the orcs from slaughtering their victims, before they could by themselves do that.
* * *
Legolas knew that something was wrong when he woke and lay on the ground. Through the sickness in his body and mind he tried to figure out what happened. He could feel Elladan underneath him. "Elladan?" It wasn't more than a hoarse whisper. When Legolas didn't get an answer, panic welled up. He tried to turn around to look at the elf under him but the pain in his body didn't allow him such a movement. His shoulders pained him still greatly but he could move them and that was enough. Legolas stretched his left arm as far as possible, so that he reached Elladans face with his hand. He felt after the pulse on the other elfs throat. Relief washed through him when he finally found a weak but steady pulse.
Elladan woke with a start when he felt a cold hand at his throat. Suddenly wide-awake he grabbed the hand and tore it upwards away from his skin. With the hiss of pain from Legolas, his mind was clear. Elladan sat up, ignoring his pulsating head. It was the first time long ago that Legolas was full awake, to speak with him. "I'm sorry, I thought it was... it's not important. How do you feel?" Elladan took Legolas hand in his, stroking with the other hand softly over the blond elves feverish forehead and the long hair. "Weak..." Legolas tried to figure out what the great distress in his friend's eyes caused but he has no strength left to speak. "We will soon reach the River." Legolas tried to sit up. He needed help from Elladan. When he finally sat upright, he leaned forward and threw up. Elladans worry grew. The infection from earlier didn't cause such a thing. It had to be a new one. Legolas panted hard, he retched several times but nothing more was left in his empty stomach. Elladan held him slightly bent forward and caressed his back to calm him. Legolas coughed one last time; blood landed in the grass and flew down his chin. Elladan didn't waste time, taking him in his arms and ran further. Now he knew that it was much more badly than he had hoped.
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Gwanudûr ran past the place where Elladan found the berries, he speed up their pace, knowing that the two elves couldn't be far. He would reach them at the latest on the plain. Gwanudûr had no bow but he had his short knives and could them throw them easily over a short distance.
Caeleb-mân was busy cutting short but deep gashes in his own flesh. Sometimes he stumbled over a stone or a root but that didn't matter to him. The only thing he found interesting was the movement of blood.
Gwanudûr had to grin when a thought crossed his mind. Caeleb-mân was his old tormentor in many ways similar. The most noticeable thing of all was the liking of blood. They were near the edge of the forest.
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Glorfindel still followed the track. He was one day hard riding from Dol Guldur away. Something told him that it was good that he was here but he couldn't explain the feeling, it was just there. He rode without any pause and slept on the back of his horse.
* * *
The sun sank down and dove Mirkwood in a black darkness. Aragorn and Elrohir made a rest. They didn't want to waste time but on the other side their strength was spent and they could only go slow if they would continue now.
"I'm starving." They hadn't eaten since their capture and both were hungry. "If we only would have our packs, I and Legolas had enough food to travel through Mirkwood and back." Aragorn sighed and leaned against a trunk. "I wish they were here." A long silence stood between them. Neither wants to break through the quietness.
Finally after what seemed to be hours Aragorn took the word. His heart was heavy with what he wanted to tell but he knew that he could tell Elrohir all, he could trust him with his life. "I heard your screams and I only wanted to stop them. I couldn't do anything and it drove me insane. I could only lie there and listen." Elrohir looked up at the sudden change of the topic and tried to find Aragorns eyes but he couldn't see them in the blackness.
Aragorn knew that he had Elrohirs attention and continued. "Later I must have passed the room where Legolas were in and I heard him screaming too. My whole world seemed to end in there, in this dark, cruel place." - "Not only yours." Now it was Aragorn who tried to look at Elrohir. There was so much pain in the elfs voice. Elrohirs mind wanted to ask questions but his heart didn't want to hear the answers. Elrohir didn't need to ask because Aragorn spoke further and gave away more than Elrohir wanted to hear.
"I tried to find a way out but they caught me. Gwann-Agar and Dînnaeg dragged me into a room. It was... it was horrible. Legolas just lay there, motionless in his own blood. These images are still hunting me. Then..." Aragorn tried to fight against the pictures that came in his mind. The lack of food and sleep sent him through an emotional distress. When he continued his voice cracked several times. "Gwann-Agar was shortly before raping Legolas. I could stop him but it seemed to be hopeless. I thought I had lost him." Elrohir stood up and sat down beside Aragorn, taking him in his arms. "Sleep. I will be there, if something is hunting your dreams." Aragorn laid his head on Elrohirs shoulder. Tiredness overcame him and finally he fell asleep, listening the even breath of the elf.
Elrohir remembered the time when such a situation like that was common. When Aragorn was young, just a small boy, he shared often a bed with him or Elladan because of nightmares or shadows that scared the human. It was a good feeling to hold Aragorn again; it reminds Elrohir on how close they were. He encircled his arms around the human tighter but didn't want to sleep. Elrohir laid his chin on Aragorns head and looked out in the night.
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Elladan knew that they were near the River now, even if he could barely see anything. The moon and the stars were covered with thick clouds and only a faint light shone through. His elven ears picked up the slight noise of the water. Legolas was shivering again, without the sun his body cooled down to the limit. The only heat that warmed him was the hot skin from Elladan that was tightly pressed against his.
Elladan heard heavy footsteps behind him. He turned around but couldn't see anyone. It calmed him down a little bit, because if he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him either. Elladan ran faster than before. He knew that there were elves among the orcs, even if he couldn't hear them.
Elladan panicked. His pursuer was faster than he. Exhaustion forbad him to run in his normal pace. The River was near and the hope growing. He used his last strength and speeded up his pace.
His whole hope crushed down, when he felt a stabbing pain in his right leg, sending him to the ground. Elladan tried not to land on Legolas but on his elbows. He got to his knees and tried to stand up but a second pain floated through his body when something sharp hit his back near his shoulder. Elladan nearly lost the grip on Legolas but the adrenalin let him stand up again. He wasn't ready to give up that near before the end. Elladan heard voices. He knew that he had no chance to escape them with an injured leg and his limping gait.
Elladan reached the bank of the Anduin. He laid Legolas on the ground. Elladan turned around, pulling the short knife out of his leg that was thrown from one of his enemies. He could see them now, running straight in his direction. Two elves and some orcs, Elladan couldn't make out their number.
They slowed their pace when they saw Elladan standing. Finally Gwanudûr came to a halt. Their victim stood there, protective in front of his friend on the ground, armed with one of Gwanudûrs short knifes.
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I know it's a cliffy but at least it is longer.
Please r+r
Thanks to the reviewers:
Imbefaniel: Thanks! I've corrected it after your review, I would be glad if you could say it, if there are still faults like that.
Tenshiamanda: That would be too easy...
Emerald Queen: I'm trying to make the chapters longer but I don't want let you wait that long. But thanks!!! I would take their cookies away, so that they stop complaining and help you; at least they are YOUR muses.
Goma-Ryu: Yep, now all are split up... where that might end??? I don't know...
X Moonchik: Thanks! That's why he is in it he is unpredictable.
Goddess of Death: Read and find out...
Legolas4ME: Thanks!!!!!! Here's the next...
Jo March: Thanks!!! I'm trying hard not to do any faults.
Pure Luck: I think this time it was faster.
Pippin-n-Legolas: Yes I know that and it makes me happy.
Erin: right! Here it is. You don't have to wait any longer.
Lothur: I have my reasons to send this crazy elf after him but it has a logical reason. Because Legolas can't walk the crazy elf is send after him. Toledang knew that he can't walk and thought that Gwanudûr would be enough to kill them. Aragorn and Elrohir are both able to move so they needed two strong elves (Toledang and Sigilaeg) to kill them. It has all a reason. When have you time??? I don't know how this should function but may be you are a nice couple... *lol*
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Part 17
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Aragorn came slowly back to his senses. He didn't know what happened. A strong pair of arms held him tight. Aragorn opened his eyes, bringing the spinning world to a halt. His head ached; he drew a hand up to massage his temple. Elrohir threw a worried look at his human brother. "I think you have a concussion, has something hard hit your head?" Aragorn tried to think straight but the pain hindered him from it. "I can't remember. May be."
Aragorn tried to sit up from his position across Elrohirs lap. His elven brother supported him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that but... I'm just worried." The slight pause didn't please Aragorn; he knew that there was more. "You can tell me everything that bother you my brother and I feel, that there is more. I'm worried too, but you've barely slept since our escape."
Elrohir stood up. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable. "It's nothing." - "Don't lie to me, I know there is more." Elrohir sighed heavy. He turned around, with his back to his human brother. "Every time I close my eyes I... I hear his voice again. It is such a cruel and horrible feeling, like I would really stand before the Palantir again, feeling the pain, seeing him..." Elrohir shuddered.
Aragorn stood up, ignoring the pain in his body, and walked in front of the elf. He looked him straight into the eyes. "You can't let this eat up yourself. Talk about it, talk to me. I don't know how it feels and I swear, I don't want to experience such a thing but I know if you don't talk about it, it will eat you up." Elrohir lowered his head, breaking the eye contact. "Normally I've spoken with Elladan." Sadness was clearly audible in his voice. It was more than Aragorn could bear to see the elf near tears. He took Elrohir in a tight embrace, stroking the long dark brown hair.
Elrohir took the comfort that was offered to him, trying to forget his nightmares and worries for a short moment and share the pleasant feeling of this closeness. "They will be ok, I'm sure... I'm sure." If Aragorn only by himself believed his words, his heart would be lighter. "I hope you are right, I still have this feeling." It was only a whisper, just for Aragorns ears to hear. Elrohir took a deep breath to collect him and parted the embrace, instantly missing the heat and comfort. "I think we should go further." Elrohir said with a shaky voice. Aragorn only nodded. They started to walk but only slowly.
* * *
Elladan knew that they were near to the river but his legs didn't obey him. With a heavy thud he landed hard on his knees. His heartbeat was faster than ever from the lack of sleep and food and the adrenalin that was instantly pumped through his body. Elladan just knelt there, Legolas lying half in his arms, half over his lap.
Elladan couldn't go further. He sank with his back to the ground, feeling the cool grass on his bare skin. He fought against the sleep that overcame him. His mind screamed at him to go further but his body didn't react.
* * *
Toledang was satisfied with the pace they were in. He was sure that they were faster than their preys. Sigilaeg held his long sword in his hand. They got used to the running pace long ago, moving like orcs over the land, only much more lighter and elegant.
"They camped here, not long ago." Sigilaeg halted. Toledang brought the orcs to a stop and walked over to his friend. "You're right. They could only have a slight lead." Sigilaeg grinned and took up the pace they had earlier, running just a bit faster. They would be soon there. The only thing the two elves had to do was hinder the orcs from slaughtering their victims, before they could by themselves do that.
* * *
Legolas knew that something was wrong when he woke and lay on the ground. Through the sickness in his body and mind he tried to figure out what happened. He could feel Elladan underneath him. "Elladan?" It wasn't more than a hoarse whisper. When Legolas didn't get an answer, panic welled up. He tried to turn around to look at the elf under him but the pain in his body didn't allow him such a movement. His shoulders pained him still greatly but he could move them and that was enough. Legolas stretched his left arm as far as possible, so that he reached Elladans face with his hand. He felt after the pulse on the other elfs throat. Relief washed through him when he finally found a weak but steady pulse.
Elladan woke with a start when he felt a cold hand at his throat. Suddenly wide-awake he grabbed the hand and tore it upwards away from his skin. With the hiss of pain from Legolas, his mind was clear. Elladan sat up, ignoring his pulsating head. It was the first time long ago that Legolas was full awake, to speak with him. "I'm sorry, I thought it was... it's not important. How do you feel?" Elladan took Legolas hand in his, stroking with the other hand softly over the blond elves feverish forehead and the long hair. "Weak..." Legolas tried to figure out what the great distress in his friend's eyes caused but he has no strength left to speak. "We will soon reach the River." Legolas tried to sit up. He needed help from Elladan. When he finally sat upright, he leaned forward and threw up. Elladans worry grew. The infection from earlier didn't cause such a thing. It had to be a new one. Legolas panted hard, he retched several times but nothing more was left in his empty stomach. Elladan held him slightly bent forward and caressed his back to calm him. Legolas coughed one last time; blood landed in the grass and flew down his chin. Elladan didn't waste time, taking him in his arms and ran further. Now he knew that it was much more badly than he had hoped.
* * *
Gwanudûr ran past the place where Elladan found the berries, he speed up their pace, knowing that the two elves couldn't be far. He would reach them at the latest on the plain. Gwanudûr had no bow but he had his short knives and could them throw them easily over a short distance.
Caeleb-mân was busy cutting short but deep gashes in his own flesh. Sometimes he stumbled over a stone or a root but that didn't matter to him. The only thing he found interesting was the movement of blood.
Gwanudûr had to grin when a thought crossed his mind. Caeleb-mân was his old tormentor in many ways similar. The most noticeable thing of all was the liking of blood. They were near the edge of the forest.
* * *
Glorfindel still followed the track. He was one day hard riding from Dol Guldur away. Something told him that it was good that he was here but he couldn't explain the feeling, it was just there. He rode without any pause and slept on the back of his horse.
* * *
The sun sank down and dove Mirkwood in a black darkness. Aragorn and Elrohir made a rest. They didn't want to waste time but on the other side their strength was spent and they could only go slow if they would continue now.
"I'm starving." They hadn't eaten since their capture and both were hungry. "If we only would have our packs, I and Legolas had enough food to travel through Mirkwood and back." Aragorn sighed and leaned against a trunk. "I wish they were here." A long silence stood between them. Neither wants to break through the quietness.
Finally after what seemed to be hours Aragorn took the word. His heart was heavy with what he wanted to tell but he knew that he could tell Elrohir all, he could trust him with his life. "I heard your screams and I only wanted to stop them. I couldn't do anything and it drove me insane. I could only lie there and listen." Elrohir looked up at the sudden change of the topic and tried to find Aragorns eyes but he couldn't see them in the blackness.
Aragorn knew that he had Elrohirs attention and continued. "Later I must have passed the room where Legolas were in and I heard him screaming too. My whole world seemed to end in there, in this dark, cruel place." - "Not only yours." Now it was Aragorn who tried to look at Elrohir. There was so much pain in the elfs voice. Elrohirs mind wanted to ask questions but his heart didn't want to hear the answers. Elrohir didn't need to ask because Aragorn spoke further and gave away more than Elrohir wanted to hear.
"I tried to find a way out but they caught me. Gwann-Agar and Dînnaeg dragged me into a room. It was... it was horrible. Legolas just lay there, motionless in his own blood. These images are still hunting me. Then..." Aragorn tried to fight against the pictures that came in his mind. The lack of food and sleep sent him through an emotional distress. When he continued his voice cracked several times. "Gwann-Agar was shortly before raping Legolas. I could stop him but it seemed to be hopeless. I thought I had lost him." Elrohir stood up and sat down beside Aragorn, taking him in his arms. "Sleep. I will be there, if something is hunting your dreams." Aragorn laid his head on Elrohirs shoulder. Tiredness overcame him and finally he fell asleep, listening the even breath of the elf.
Elrohir remembered the time when such a situation like that was common. When Aragorn was young, just a small boy, he shared often a bed with him or Elladan because of nightmares or shadows that scared the human. It was a good feeling to hold Aragorn again; it reminds Elrohir on how close they were. He encircled his arms around the human tighter but didn't want to sleep. Elrohir laid his chin on Aragorns head and looked out in the night.
* * *
Elladan knew that they were near the River now, even if he could barely see anything. The moon and the stars were covered with thick clouds and only a faint light shone through. His elven ears picked up the slight noise of the water. Legolas was shivering again, without the sun his body cooled down to the limit. The only heat that warmed him was the hot skin from Elladan that was tightly pressed against his.
Elladan heard heavy footsteps behind him. He turned around but couldn't see anyone. It calmed him down a little bit, because if he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him either. Elladan ran faster than before. He knew that there were elves among the orcs, even if he couldn't hear them.
Elladan panicked. His pursuer was faster than he. Exhaustion forbad him to run in his normal pace. The River was near and the hope growing. He used his last strength and speeded up his pace.
His whole hope crushed down, when he felt a stabbing pain in his right leg, sending him to the ground. Elladan tried not to land on Legolas but on his elbows. He got to his knees and tried to stand up but a second pain floated through his body when something sharp hit his back near his shoulder. Elladan nearly lost the grip on Legolas but the adrenalin let him stand up again. He wasn't ready to give up that near before the end. Elladan heard voices. He knew that he had no chance to escape them with an injured leg and his limping gait.
Elladan reached the bank of the Anduin. He laid Legolas on the ground. Elladan turned around, pulling the short knife out of his leg that was thrown from one of his enemies. He could see them now, running straight in his direction. Two elves and some orcs, Elladan couldn't make out their number.
They slowed their pace when they saw Elladan standing. Finally Gwanudûr came to a halt. Their victim stood there, protective in front of his friend on the ground, armed with one of Gwanudûrs short knifes.
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I know it's a cliffy but at least it is longer.
Please r+r
