Hatred and Revenge

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Imbefaniel: Thanks! That's not fun I had just today a nightmare and it wasn't fun but on the other hand these aren't mine nightmares so it is fun...

Pure Luck: I hope that too but you can never know what happens next...

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Sam: I think elves couldn't get sick in the same way like humans but I think they could have infections from bad wounds because they also are affected by poison. I could be wrong but it's all possible. Thanks!!!

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Goddess of death: Crap? I think that is the best description for their situation...

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Part 18

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Elrohir dozed off into sleep. He was too tired to notice what happened around him. When he woke up again he thought he was in a nightmare. Two elves and a lot of orcs stood around them in a semicircle. Elrohirs heartbeat was fast at the sudden change of event. Adrenalin circled through his body. Elrohir shook Aragorn, to wake him up.

Aragorn didn't know why his brother was waking him but it seemed to be urgent. He opened his eyes. It was still dark but the black forms around them were clearly recognizable. He sat upright, going into a defensive position.

Toledang was full of excitement. "You' re a sweet couple, but a dead one." The two elves walked in front of their victims. Sigilaeg slowly drew his black sword out of its sheath. A ringing sound filled the air. Toledang drew one of his daggers. "Which of the two do you want to kill?" Sigilaeg pointed with his sword at Elrohir. "I think I want to kill him." - "Okay then I have the human. I don't think Gwann has said something about killing them fast. We only have to bring their dead bodies back to him." They grinned at each other before they looked back at Aragorn and Elrohir.

Elrohir fought against his fear. He knew that they were in a deadly trap. They had neither any weapon nor were they in the shape to fight. Elrohir stood up, facing his enemies. He helped Aragorn to his feet. If they had to die then they wanted to die proud.

Toledang pressed the sharp blade of his dagger on Aragorns throat, forcing the human to go backwards until he was pressed against the tree. Elrohir wanted to help his human brother but the point of Sigilaegs sword stopped him. "He doesn't matter now. I would fear for your own life if I were you." Sigilaeg gave Elrohir a kick in his midsection, bringing him to the ground. Before Elrohir could stand up again, the other elf placed a foot over his throat, strangling him slightly. "I could chop your head off or better, I could start with your limbs and at the end cut your head off." Elrohir closed his eyes, he didn't want to show his fear and he knew that his eyes would betray him.

Suddenly a scream was ripped from his throat when a pain exploded in his stomach. Elrohir opened his eyes and looked down. Sigilaeg shoved a long dagger through his stomach in the ground. It seemed an eternity until only the handle was looking out. Elrohir panted hard. His breath came in short trembling gasps. With every breath he took the blade cut in his flesh. Elrohir thought he would black out from hyperventilating.

The heavy boot left his throat but the pain that came from his stomach was enough to prevent Elrohir from moving.

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Gwanudûr walked slowly towards Elladan, his sword drawn and followed from Caeleb-mân. "Stay away!" Elladan knew that he had no chance to win against them but he wouldn't give up without a fight. The dark haired elf had to laugh. "Throw your weapon aside and give up! You have no chance to win. Your brother and your human friend should be dead by now and you will soon follow them." Gwanudûr smirked. His words had exactly the reaction he wanted on the elf.

Elladan didn't want to believe his enemy but something inside him felt that his brother was really in danger. Suddenly Gwanudûr lashed with his sword out at Elladan. The other elf tried to block the deadly blade with the short knife. The black sword scraped along the short blade, cutting off the handle and embedded itself deep into the right hand of Elladan. The brown haired elf cried out when the sword cut through his bones and flesh.

Gwanudûr pulled his sword out of the hand and landed his second stroke across Elladans bare chest. Blood floated out of the deep cut. Caeleb-mân tried to sneak past Elladan but despite his pain the other elf kicked out, hitting the dark elf across his face. Elladan had no time to turn back to Gwanudûr because the other elf knocked him the handle of the sword over the head.

Elladan didn't know when he fell to the ground but there he woke up. He lay a few meters from his old position away. Caeleb-mân knelt beside Legolas, dandling a dagger over his friend's throat. Elladan sat up, supporting his weight on his left arm to stand up. A sharp blade was pressed against his throat from behind. "Now your life will end, say goodbye." Elladan stood frozen, not knowing what he should do. Should he scream or cry, he didn't know. The blade cut in his throat just deep enough to let drops of blood coming out. Elladan closed his eyes, swallowing down the big lump. The blade increased its force but it was still tormenting slow.

Something fast whistled past Elladans head behind him. Gwanudûr fell with an arrow in the middle of his head to the ground. Elladan couldn't react fast enough and the blade cut deep into his flesh on the side of his throat slitting open the artery. Elladan sunk to the ground. The life floated out of him with every heartbeat. He didn't notice what was going on around him. Elladans world went black and he sacked on the ground.

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Toledang beat ever and ever again onto Aragorn, breaking ribs under the force. Aragorn tried to curl himself away but the elf grabbed one of his arms by the wrist and rammed his dagger through his upper arm in the tree. Aragorn yelled out, the pain made him weaker than he already was. Toledang used the other dagger to free Aragorns chest from clothes. He cut along the skin from the human. Aragorn couldn't see what the elf did but no matter what it was it seemed to be really bad.

All thoughts were stopped when a ripping sound filled the air, followed by a long and painful scream. Toledang stepped back. He rose the piece of skin he had just ripped out of Aragorns stomach, still dripping from blood. Toledang held it before the human's eyes, turning it a few times with his fingertips before he threw it in the grass. "It was just the beginning. It is a rather painful way to die but on the other side there are more painful ways, so be glad that I have chosen this one." Toledang laughed, before he made the next cut.

Beside them in the grass lay Elrohir. The dagger stuck still through his stomach in the earth. Sigilaeg knelt beside him, slightly bending over him. He held a short knife in his hand. Its point was as thin and long as a needle. Elrohir was too weak to open his eyes, so he didn't see that Sigilaeg placed the needle over his throat and he didn't see the evil grin spread across the elfs face. "The advantage of elves is, that their healing abilities are fast. Even if they have a little wound on their windpipe they will survive it but it is still an unpleasant feeling." Elrohir opened his eyes when a dark premonition came in his mind.

Sigilaeg stabbed the needle into his throat and in his windpipe. Elrohir fought back the panic; he had never felt something like that. He thought he couldn't breathe but it was still possible. He drew breath after breath through his pierced pipe. Sigilaeg pulled the needle completely out. Elrohir quickened his breathing, he could feel, that not all flew the right way in and the right way out. Cold fear gripped his mind.

Suddenly Sigilaegs mouth was over the wound. When Elrohir breathed in, the other elf inhaled deeply, stealing Elrohirs air almost completely away. Elrohir never experienced such a thing in his life. It was another thing to die in a battle but to die like that was something he had never imagined. Black spots danced before his eyes because of the lack of air. Sigilaeg drew away but he didn't do anything over the wound, knowing from his own experiences that it would heal before he could choke on it.

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This time it's no cliffy... even if the whole chapter is a cliffy this time.

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