Okay, I must not be doing something right with this fic do to the few readers I have. Yet again I would like to say I appreciate and practically live off comments cause I'd like to see what you guys want, and what I'm doing wrong. And don't read my lil sis's reviews, she's just trying to mess with you guys.
Side note: I'm not one of these authors who will give orcs PERFECT SPEECH, read the books, watch the movies, they don't. Though they speak common, it's still animalistic.
You know, if I owned this it wouldn't be fanfiction, so don't can me for writing fanfiction, for I'm just declaring love/support for an authors work.
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Legolas's head spins wildly as the world slowly came back to him. His legs hurt, almost as badly as his ribs. Blinking his eyes back into reality, through the hazy fog in his mind, he notes he is being dragged along, and that his head hurt a lot. Coming back into reality wasn't too bright an idea.
"He awakens," An Orc hisses.
Several Orcs squawk and move around trying to get a look. The two Orcs dragging Legolas drop him. Legolas groans, curling up in a ball. He was supposed to have his freedom, that's what Saruman said. Maybe it was a lie. He was desperate to be out of this dark hole, to be free.
"So he is awake." The leader steps forward, and grabs Legolas's chin. "Elf, bad brethren of us."
A metal armored fist slams into Legolas's face, sending him reeling backwards. Landing on his back, Legolas grabs his bleeding nose. By the pain in his nose, Legolas knew it must be broken.
"Only good thing 'bout elf is blood." The leader said, it's animal like voice freezing Legolas's blood.
The leader straddles Legolas, grabbing the prince's hair in its fingers. Watching amusedly as the elf tried to remain cool, and collected, hiding the fear he could smell. The Orc wanted to hear Legolas scream, scream like he did when Saruman spoke the black language of Mordor.
Legolas lolls around, lost in the gaze of the evil Orc eyes. A clawed hand grabs Legolas's right shoulder and cruelly pushes it down. The muscle of Legolas's shoulder tensed, making it more vulnerable to attack. A growl rumbles in the Orcs throat: it is enjoying the princes poker face.
With unnatural speed, born of blood lust, the Orc bites into Legolas's shoulder muscle. The Orc knew how painful that was to any creature. Unfortunately this one did not scream like the others. The Orc leader pulls back slowly licking the blood from it's lips. Savoring the taste like it was a delicacy.
"You's do not scream. You're brave, Elf."
Legolas glares at the Orc, his shoulder on fire, and he longs to give into the pain. He refused to give the cursed Orcs the pleasure. Slowly his pain is exchanged with the swelling of his pride.
"Lets show this ELF what pain is," Another chirps.
"Yeah make him s.. s... st... ... FIGHT for his freedom," Another joins in.
The leader Orc smirks and picks Legolas off the floor by his blonde hair, some of the hair snapping under the pressure. Legolas grit his teeth against the pain, and remains cool.
"Three barbed arrows, and strip him," The leader orders.
Legolas shuddered internally wondering what that might mean. He didn't wonder long as two arrows shot into his upper back, and another in his lower left leg. Before the pain could sink in, the slippery hands of the Orcs crudely snap off the shafts of the arrows, leaving the heads of the arrows in. With a smile, the Orc lets go of Legolas.
"You're free."
Legolas pulls himself off the floor, glaring at the Orc. He makes his way towards freedom, reprimanding himself every time his leg gave out, or the urge to limp became unbearable. And to make matters worse the Orcs still moved behind them, occasionally running by to hit him with things, and tearing off his clothing.
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The squawks and squabbles of Orcs echoes off the walls of the cave. Elrohir, Aragorn, and the other elves move forward in silence. They knew where the Orcs were: they made the mistake of making lots of noise.
Soon they saw the Orcs in the darkness. They froze and Elrohir motioned them into strategic corners. The Orc numbers were to great for them to take on in a one swoop. Squinting harder Elrohir catches the form of a nude elf with blonde hair. Legolas, struggling towards freedom.
"Elrohir, what is it?" Aragorn asks, unable to see.
Elrohir cringes as Legolas is knocked down, "Nothing."
"Don't tell me it's nothing, is it Legolas?"
Elrohir motions for the archers to prepare to fire, the creak of the bows unheard over the Orcs' happy cries. Elrohir ignores his brother who was pulling on his arm.
"Elrohir!" Aragorn says a little too loud.
But it was not of matter, the arrows took flight seconds later. Dozens of Orcs fall with cries, arrows embedded in their heads or chests. Legolas stood fearless amongst the arrows, fully trusting the elves. It was rare that an elf missed their mark.
"LEGOLAS!" Aragorn catches site of the elf as a torch falls.
Before Elrohir can catch Aragorn he is gone, running down the treacherous cave towards Legolas. Arrows whizzed close, and Aragorn winces as one skinned his arm. It was of no importance.
Aragorn wraps his arms around Legolas as the rest of the army charges the Orcs before they remember Legolas. Gently Aragorn holds Legolas as the elf army runs around them. Blood slowly seeped through Aragorn's clothes. He knew the elf was hurt badly.
A cloak drops over Legolas, Startled Aragorn looks up into the friendly eyes of Elrohir. His short sword was held high and he was ready to join the chaotic fight.
"Get him out, we'll hold the Orcs back." Elrohir orders Aragorn lightly.
His brother walks away with a high elegance. Wasting no time Aragorn wraps Legolas in the cloak and picks him up. Who knew how heavy elves could be. Still Aragorn had to get Legolas out, even if that meant pulling a muscle or two.
"I can walk. I'm too heavy for you," Legolas complains.
"Shut up Leggy," Aragorn struggles out. "And help me by relaxing."
Legolas relaxes; he had no energy left to fight Aragorn.
"Hang on, Legolas, we'll be out of here soon."
Aragorn runs down the corridor, hoping against hope his friend will remain with him. With every step the human took, he can feel more of the prince's blood pouring out. Hope was dwindling, and to be honest, Aragorn didn't know how far he was from the cave entrance. It couldn't be far, but in a situation like this, close was far away.
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:) Another chapter, review let me know what you think ECT.
Side note: I'm not one of these authors who will give orcs PERFECT SPEECH, read the books, watch the movies, they don't. Though they speak common, it's still animalistic.
You know, if I owned this it wouldn't be fanfiction, so don't can me for writing fanfiction, for I'm just declaring love/support for an authors work.
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Legolas's head spins wildly as the world slowly came back to him. His legs hurt, almost as badly as his ribs. Blinking his eyes back into reality, through the hazy fog in his mind, he notes he is being dragged along, and that his head hurt a lot. Coming back into reality wasn't too bright an idea.
"He awakens," An Orc hisses.
Several Orcs squawk and move around trying to get a look. The two Orcs dragging Legolas drop him. Legolas groans, curling up in a ball. He was supposed to have his freedom, that's what Saruman said. Maybe it was a lie. He was desperate to be out of this dark hole, to be free.
"So he is awake." The leader steps forward, and grabs Legolas's chin. "Elf, bad brethren of us."
A metal armored fist slams into Legolas's face, sending him reeling backwards. Landing on his back, Legolas grabs his bleeding nose. By the pain in his nose, Legolas knew it must be broken.
"Only good thing 'bout elf is blood." The leader said, it's animal like voice freezing Legolas's blood.
The leader straddles Legolas, grabbing the prince's hair in its fingers. Watching amusedly as the elf tried to remain cool, and collected, hiding the fear he could smell. The Orc wanted to hear Legolas scream, scream like he did when Saruman spoke the black language of Mordor.
Legolas lolls around, lost in the gaze of the evil Orc eyes. A clawed hand grabs Legolas's right shoulder and cruelly pushes it down. The muscle of Legolas's shoulder tensed, making it more vulnerable to attack. A growl rumbles in the Orcs throat: it is enjoying the princes poker face.
With unnatural speed, born of blood lust, the Orc bites into Legolas's shoulder muscle. The Orc knew how painful that was to any creature. Unfortunately this one did not scream like the others. The Orc leader pulls back slowly licking the blood from it's lips. Savoring the taste like it was a delicacy.
"You's do not scream. You're brave, Elf."
Legolas glares at the Orc, his shoulder on fire, and he longs to give into the pain. He refused to give the cursed Orcs the pleasure. Slowly his pain is exchanged with the swelling of his pride.
"Lets show this ELF what pain is," Another chirps.
"Yeah make him s.. s... st... ... FIGHT for his freedom," Another joins in.
The leader Orc smirks and picks Legolas off the floor by his blonde hair, some of the hair snapping under the pressure. Legolas grit his teeth against the pain, and remains cool.
"Three barbed arrows, and strip him," The leader orders.
Legolas shuddered internally wondering what that might mean. He didn't wonder long as two arrows shot into his upper back, and another in his lower left leg. Before the pain could sink in, the slippery hands of the Orcs crudely snap off the shafts of the arrows, leaving the heads of the arrows in. With a smile, the Orc lets go of Legolas.
"You're free."
Legolas pulls himself off the floor, glaring at the Orc. He makes his way towards freedom, reprimanding himself every time his leg gave out, or the urge to limp became unbearable. And to make matters worse the Orcs still moved behind them, occasionally running by to hit him with things, and tearing off his clothing.
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The squawks and squabbles of Orcs echoes off the walls of the cave. Elrohir, Aragorn, and the other elves move forward in silence. They knew where the Orcs were: they made the mistake of making lots of noise.
Soon they saw the Orcs in the darkness. They froze and Elrohir motioned them into strategic corners. The Orc numbers were to great for them to take on in a one swoop. Squinting harder Elrohir catches the form of a nude elf with blonde hair. Legolas, struggling towards freedom.
"Elrohir, what is it?" Aragorn asks, unable to see.
Elrohir cringes as Legolas is knocked down, "Nothing."
"Don't tell me it's nothing, is it Legolas?"
Elrohir motions for the archers to prepare to fire, the creak of the bows unheard over the Orcs' happy cries. Elrohir ignores his brother who was pulling on his arm.
"Elrohir!" Aragorn says a little too loud.
But it was not of matter, the arrows took flight seconds later. Dozens of Orcs fall with cries, arrows embedded in their heads or chests. Legolas stood fearless amongst the arrows, fully trusting the elves. It was rare that an elf missed their mark.
"LEGOLAS!" Aragorn catches site of the elf as a torch falls.
Before Elrohir can catch Aragorn he is gone, running down the treacherous cave towards Legolas. Arrows whizzed close, and Aragorn winces as one skinned his arm. It was of no importance.
Aragorn wraps his arms around Legolas as the rest of the army charges the Orcs before they remember Legolas. Gently Aragorn holds Legolas as the elf army runs around them. Blood slowly seeped through Aragorn's clothes. He knew the elf was hurt badly.
A cloak drops over Legolas, Startled Aragorn looks up into the friendly eyes of Elrohir. His short sword was held high and he was ready to join the chaotic fight.
"Get him out, we'll hold the Orcs back." Elrohir orders Aragorn lightly.
His brother walks away with a high elegance. Wasting no time Aragorn wraps Legolas in the cloak and picks him up. Who knew how heavy elves could be. Still Aragorn had to get Legolas out, even if that meant pulling a muscle or two.
"I can walk. I'm too heavy for you," Legolas complains.
"Shut up Leggy," Aragorn struggles out. "And help me by relaxing."
Legolas relaxes; he had no energy left to fight Aragorn.
"Hang on, Legolas, we'll be out of here soon."
Aragorn runs down the corridor, hoping against hope his friend will remain with him. With every step the human took, he can feel more of the prince's blood pouring out. Hope was dwindling, and to be honest, Aragorn didn't know how far he was from the cave entrance. It couldn't be far, but in a situation like this, close was far away.
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:) Another chapter, review let me know what you think ECT.