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Chapter 8
Blood
Estel struggled for breath as his throat constricted. The Orc holding him laughed and others pressed close. They pulled his hair and took his arrows, leaving the quiver on his back. His hands were bound and a rope thrown over his head. He felt relieved when his enemy finally let go of his hold. He fell to his knees and gasped for air, feeling his energy slowly recover. He heard a sword twang as it was drawn from its sheath. Estel looked up to see an Orc holding a blade right in front of his face.
'Where's the prince, boy?' he asked. The orcs all watched him closely, waiting for some response. Estel looked away and didn't say a word. He paid for it. The helm of the sword was struck over his head thrusting him to the tiled floor. His head spun and he saw stars behind his sighed. The pain was extreme, but not enough to draw a cry from the human.
'I'll ask you again: where is he?' Estel remained silent, not looking up at the orc. He felt a line of cold steel against his throat. 'Tell me, or pay that price.' Estel took a deep breath. He shut his eyes tightly as the blade slid across his flesh. At first he didn't feel anything, then a violent sting flowed through his veins from the dripping slit on his neck. He gasped, not believing the utter pain and agony he was in.
'Where is he?' cried the Orc. An ugly tensity filled the room. Estel glared up at the creature. Biting back the pain he pushed himself up onto his kneecaps, then onto his knees, then his feet.
'I'll never tell you.' he uttered. He winced slightly because of the pain throbbing throughout his head and neck. The Orc grinned.
'All the better.' he said. 'We'll quite a time cutting you into little pieces.' a wild laugh erupted from the mob. Estel glared at the Orc, waiting for the first hit. 'We'll start with the shoulder.' The blade sliced through Estel's robes he had been wearing all that day. The pain wasn't any worse then that of his neck, but it made him gasp to have it in three places at once. The Orc cut his shoulder again, much deeper. Estel let out a short cry and bit back his tongue. He shut his eyes tightly and looked away as the slashed him again.
'You sure you won't tell us?' Estel was in an unimaginable amount of pain and knew that if he just told him where Legolas was hiding, they would leave him alone. He never thought his first real battle would turn out to be a bought of torture.
'You know I won't.' he answered. The Orc smiled and sliced again, working his way down his left arm. Estel grit his teeth. It took every ounce of strength in him not to cry out. Blood covered his whole left side. An orc approached him and ripped open the sleeve that covered his left arm. Estel couldn't help but watch as the Orc stabbed the blade into his arm. He couldn't hold back anymore. His cry bounced off the rounded walls of the room and into the tunnels. The Orcs cackled. As the blades slowly drew down to his elbow Estel felt himself grow weaker.
He began to feel numb all over his body. He tasted blood in his mouth and spat it out. He knew the Orcs wouldn't stop until he was dead. Deep down he was certain they would kill him even if he told them where Legolas was.
'Estel!' Estel looked up. The voice seemed to some from everywhere, the way it echoed like that. He wasn't sure he had heard it. The only proof was the shocked look on the Orc's faces as they searched for its source. Estel could see the orc above him looking around then raising his sword for a final blow.
'Looks like we don't need you anymore.' it said. Estel closed his eyes tightly and looked away as fear for his last breath pounded through his body in the same veins that flowed his hurting.
There was a gurgle and Estel tensed. Silence fell over the mob. Opening one eye he saw the orc fall next to him. An arrow protruded from its neck.
'Estel!' Estel looked up this time and saw Legolas. For a moment he thought he was floating, but he was standing a balcony that circled the room. The Orcs began to cry out in surprise as he let arrows soar from his bow. Estel watched as knives were thrown at the elf. He dodged them with what appeared to be great ease. However, Legolas was growing more and more exhausted. He had to concentrate on not letting any Orcs near Estel, dodging the attacks on him, and killing as many enemies as he could. His mind was slowly being weighed down along with his torso.
Estel cried out when one of the blades struck the wall next to Legolas's face. The elf's eyes widened when he saw the handle swaying slightly. Reaching up Legolas pulled the knife from the wall and threw it back. He heard the ugly cry of an orc as the dagger plunged into its stomach. Legolas ran around the balcony, dodging all the weapons thrown at him. He managed to fell two Orcs before his quiver was empty. There were perhaps fifty left that he'd have to defeat with nothing but his blade.
Leaping with all his strength, the elf landed on the ground. He ducked from a swipe and slashed his attacker. The screams of the Orcs thundered throughout the whole labyrinth of tunnels. Legolas could hear them echo back and forth before they faded. He made assault after assault as he grew closer to Estel. When he saw how much blood had pooled on the floor from the man's veins, he froze in shock.
The assailants took this chance and the butt of a sword made contact with Legolas's head. Legolas swayed for a moment as his vision swam. A trickle of blood stained his golden hair and dripped down the side of his face near his ear. He collapsed, unconscious.
'Legolas!' cried Estel only inches away. The Orcs began to laugh at the body of the elf. It was their rainbow in the sky to see such a creature at their mercy. Estel felt tears of anguish and pain sting his eyes. His last sliver of hope had faded. Worst of all, the Orcs got what they wanted.
He wept beside the motionless body of the elf prince. His salty tears mingled with the blood on the floor. He let out all the cries of pain and anger. The orcs laughed, mocking his helplessness.
'Estel...' sighed Legolas. Estel looked up and watched him stir. His eyes fluttered open, but were unfocused and far away. Estel felt emotions pelt and roll on top of him like logs breaking loose from a hold.
The orcs moved in and forced the elf onto his feet. Estel saw an orc step up with a torch. The flame was little, but still hot and orange. Legolas's head bobbed on his chest as the orcs shoved him towards the wall. There was a knot of roots that jolted out of the dirt. The orcs took a rope and tied Legolas's arms to a knobby snake-like projection from the barrage. Estel cried harder. The torch was carried towards the helpless being. The orcs cackled as it was thrown under the tangle of roots.
Estel stared as the flames rose up, creating a shadowy outline of the elf.
Chapter 8
Blood
Estel struggled for breath as his throat constricted. The Orc holding him laughed and others pressed close. They pulled his hair and took his arrows, leaving the quiver on his back. His hands were bound and a rope thrown over his head. He felt relieved when his enemy finally let go of his hold. He fell to his knees and gasped for air, feeling his energy slowly recover. He heard a sword twang as it was drawn from its sheath. Estel looked up to see an Orc holding a blade right in front of his face.
'Where's the prince, boy?' he asked. The orcs all watched him closely, waiting for some response. Estel looked away and didn't say a word. He paid for it. The helm of the sword was struck over his head thrusting him to the tiled floor. His head spun and he saw stars behind his sighed. The pain was extreme, but not enough to draw a cry from the human.
'I'll ask you again: where is he?' Estel remained silent, not looking up at the orc. He felt a line of cold steel against his throat. 'Tell me, or pay that price.' Estel took a deep breath. He shut his eyes tightly as the blade slid across his flesh. At first he didn't feel anything, then a violent sting flowed through his veins from the dripping slit on his neck. He gasped, not believing the utter pain and agony he was in.
'Where is he?' cried the Orc. An ugly tensity filled the room. Estel glared up at the creature. Biting back the pain he pushed himself up onto his kneecaps, then onto his knees, then his feet.
'I'll never tell you.' he uttered. He winced slightly because of the pain throbbing throughout his head and neck. The Orc grinned.
'All the better.' he said. 'We'll quite a time cutting you into little pieces.' a wild laugh erupted from the mob. Estel glared at the Orc, waiting for the first hit. 'We'll start with the shoulder.' The blade sliced through Estel's robes he had been wearing all that day. The pain wasn't any worse then that of his neck, but it made him gasp to have it in three places at once. The Orc cut his shoulder again, much deeper. Estel let out a short cry and bit back his tongue. He shut his eyes tightly and looked away as the slashed him again.
'You sure you won't tell us?' Estel was in an unimaginable amount of pain and knew that if he just told him where Legolas was hiding, they would leave him alone. He never thought his first real battle would turn out to be a bought of torture.
'You know I won't.' he answered. The Orc smiled and sliced again, working his way down his left arm. Estel grit his teeth. It took every ounce of strength in him not to cry out. Blood covered his whole left side. An orc approached him and ripped open the sleeve that covered his left arm. Estel couldn't help but watch as the Orc stabbed the blade into his arm. He couldn't hold back anymore. His cry bounced off the rounded walls of the room and into the tunnels. The Orcs cackled. As the blades slowly drew down to his elbow Estel felt himself grow weaker.
He began to feel numb all over his body. He tasted blood in his mouth and spat it out. He knew the Orcs wouldn't stop until he was dead. Deep down he was certain they would kill him even if he told them where Legolas was.
'Estel!' Estel looked up. The voice seemed to some from everywhere, the way it echoed like that. He wasn't sure he had heard it. The only proof was the shocked look on the Orc's faces as they searched for its source. Estel could see the orc above him looking around then raising his sword for a final blow.
'Looks like we don't need you anymore.' it said. Estel closed his eyes tightly and looked away as fear for his last breath pounded through his body in the same veins that flowed his hurting.
There was a gurgle and Estel tensed. Silence fell over the mob. Opening one eye he saw the orc fall next to him. An arrow protruded from its neck.
'Estel!' Estel looked up this time and saw Legolas. For a moment he thought he was floating, but he was standing a balcony that circled the room. The Orcs began to cry out in surprise as he let arrows soar from his bow. Estel watched as knives were thrown at the elf. He dodged them with what appeared to be great ease. However, Legolas was growing more and more exhausted. He had to concentrate on not letting any Orcs near Estel, dodging the attacks on him, and killing as many enemies as he could. His mind was slowly being weighed down along with his torso.
Estel cried out when one of the blades struck the wall next to Legolas's face. The elf's eyes widened when he saw the handle swaying slightly. Reaching up Legolas pulled the knife from the wall and threw it back. He heard the ugly cry of an orc as the dagger plunged into its stomach. Legolas ran around the balcony, dodging all the weapons thrown at him. He managed to fell two Orcs before his quiver was empty. There were perhaps fifty left that he'd have to defeat with nothing but his blade.
Leaping with all his strength, the elf landed on the ground. He ducked from a swipe and slashed his attacker. The screams of the Orcs thundered throughout the whole labyrinth of tunnels. Legolas could hear them echo back and forth before they faded. He made assault after assault as he grew closer to Estel. When he saw how much blood had pooled on the floor from the man's veins, he froze in shock.
The assailants took this chance and the butt of a sword made contact with Legolas's head. Legolas swayed for a moment as his vision swam. A trickle of blood stained his golden hair and dripped down the side of his face near his ear. He collapsed, unconscious.
'Legolas!' cried Estel only inches away. The Orcs began to laugh at the body of the elf. It was their rainbow in the sky to see such a creature at their mercy. Estel felt tears of anguish and pain sting his eyes. His last sliver of hope had faded. Worst of all, the Orcs got what they wanted.
He wept beside the motionless body of the elf prince. His salty tears mingled with the blood on the floor. He let out all the cries of pain and anger. The orcs laughed, mocking his helplessness.
'Estel...' sighed Legolas. Estel looked up and watched him stir. His eyes fluttered open, but were unfocused and far away. Estel felt emotions pelt and roll on top of him like logs breaking loose from a hold.
The orcs moved in and forced the elf onto his feet. Estel saw an orc step up with a torch. The flame was little, but still hot and orange. Legolas's head bobbed on his chest as the orcs shoved him towards the wall. There was a knot of roots that jolted out of the dirt. The orcs took a rope and tied Legolas's arms to a knobby snake-like projection from the barrage. Estel cried harder. The torch was carried towards the helpless being. The orcs cackled as it was thrown under the tangle of roots.
Estel stared as the flames rose up, creating a shadowy outline of the elf.