My Life, My Elf
Type : LOTR
Rating : R SEE HERE THIS ONE IS RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR AS IN REALLY SICK AND BLOODY!
Summary : The time for sickness is over, the cure must come.
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Glil-Ganduil dropped to the ground only second after the orcs sounds reached Legolas's ears. "Glil! Please don't do this! Get up! Please." Legolas said kicking him gently in the side. Glil-Ganduil shook his falling head in resistance.
"Please! Please GLIL!" Legolas cried scrunching up his face. Big wet tears dripped against the horse's prefect white fur. The orcs sped up clearly and a vague taught of, "Time to eat elf!" Scared Legolas.
Legolas jumped off the seated horse and pulled the reins. "GLIL! Please! Hurry you must get up!" Pulling hard on the reins his poor little elf feet made marker in the ground where the mud moved under the pressure.
Legolas tried to release a ghastly scream when Glil-Ganduil's big brown horse eyes stopped moving in fright, as his whole form toppled on Legolas. All Legolas could manage was a silent scramble to get out from under him and get away from the coming orcs but one thing stayed clear in his mind, Glil-Ganduil was dead.
Legolas was so taken with trying to get away that he almost didn't get away from the falling club. An orc took a swing at Legolas only to have him role out just in time. The orcs didn't mind too much when they were sprayed with the horse's bloody fluids.
Legolas spun around when he felt a warm feeling over take his back. He finally did scream Glil-Ganduil's head was completely crushed in. Big brown eyes, still intact, stared back at him lifelessly. Suddenly an orc grabbed him around the waist and he screamed wildly. "GLIL! GLIL!" he cried, the sickening scent of blood and flesh forever imprinted in his mind.
Legolas screamed his throat hoarse as the orcs those him against tree, raped him, and cut marks into him.
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Thranduil rushed out with out armor or horse. Just a sword. When the word from the boy came that they had heard a scream he left without a second thought.
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Finally reaching his son he attempted not to throw up. He looked so dead with glassy eyes staring up at the sky. Blood drying on his open cracked lips. The scent of orcs was all around the area.
Thranduil turned away from his son only to see his son's dead horse. The sickening slosh ozzing out of the crushed skull could be nothing but brains and his prefect hide covered in dagger holes and orc mouth marks. One leg was gone and another was half ripped off.
"GLIL!" Came Legolas's random shocked shout. Thranduil turned back to his son watching horror as the youth convulsed violently tearing at his own skin. Blood ran down his childish thighs and from serveal knife wounds in his sides.
"GLIL-GANDUIL!" Legolas cried. Thranduil pulled his son's arms away from his face before he could claw out his eyes and scar himself for life.
"It will be okay I promise!" Thranduil shouted over his son's crys.
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Legolas stopped his story when Hewen's shifted in her sleep upset and restless. "Hewen! It's okay! Everything turned out okay! I got better! Just like now, everything will get better and you'll be okay again."
She grumbled and turned angrily. "Hewen! I was entitled to a mistake! That was my mistake I made it and I won't make one like it again. I want you to know that. If I made a mistake with you, you have to realize it will be my first one you have to tell me! Tell me so I won't do it again!" Legolas hissed pushing her down into the bed.
She relaxed after sometime and Legolas began with another story.
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Well?
D-Chan
