The Elf of Cuivienen
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Chapter 3: Utomno
It was unbearably hot! And Aseldor suddenly woke up. He looked up for the familiar reassuring sight of the stars, but this time, the stars were dead. An uncanny blackness covered the sky. And he looked around himself and saw no trees. Great walls of rock surrounded him. Aseldor shuddered at this horrible place and started to get up and go to other, less horrible places. But he couldn't, a grip on his wrists pulled him back. Aseldor looked at his hands and saw a ring of a strange substance around his wrists. He pulled at it and it wouldn't budge. Aseldor shuddered again; the ring was cold and hard. But it was smooth and unlike thorny rocks.
Aseldor wondered about this place. His last memories were of the great shadowy creature bounding towards him and slashing him on the face. Aseldor touched his mouth where the whip had hit him and felt it. The skin there was rough and torn. Aseldor was surprised. His skin, nay, the skin of every Elf was as smooth as the waters of the stream Asgalen, but now, it felt like broken rocks. And it still ached as he touched it.
Just then, Aseldor heard a moan. He looked for its source and saw Ealir, also bound by the cold rock. But it was not the second moan from Ealir that made Aseldor shudder. It was Ealir's face. It seemed like the bark of a tree. The red water emanated from the torn skin, which had turned a ghastly greenish pink. Olesan was nowhere to be seen.
" Friend Ealir," asked Aseldor, " What ails thee? Why dost thee moan? Doest thee desire song and jest?"
" Nay Friend Aseldor, I grieve that Friend Olesan is amiss." Ealir responded, " And sorely dost I miss him. But the last ailment that I suffer is the coldness of these rings upon our hands. It hates us!" And Ealir weeped.
" Cry not Friend Ealir, dost thee feel pain? Mayhap song will cheer thee." Aseldor said. And he began a song. One of the earliest songs of the Elves. And it was not as marvelous as the later songs.
The sky is blue and bright are stars
The birds do fly and deer do walk
Oh sing with joy and jest with laughs
For Elf alone can only talk!
The song was not at all Elvish to the ears of the later Elves and was forgotten. But those were the days when the Elves had barely forged speech and they had not many words to make songs.
But to Ealir, It was jolly, and he laughed. But suddenly, there came a growl from outside the walls. A door opened and a shadow walked in. The shadow looked at Aseldor and cackled with glee.
"Olgha Murzin Aghad" the shadow said.
But Aseldor did not understand the speech of the Dark Lord and did not respond. The shadow seemed to grow and took out its whip and slashed at Aseldor. Aseldor screamed and Ealir wept. But the shadow would not stop whipping Aseldor. Finally when Aseldor went limp and unconscious, the shadow broke his fetters and lifted him out of the prison while Ealir wept.
************************************************************************ Yeah I know the song was completely stupid! But I am no good at making songs. So I put the lame excuse of language. Anyway! I know the story has been sort of childish and a bit silly until now. But now! Good News for the followers of Morgoth. Now, cometh the conversion and torture of the Elf into an Orc! Mwahahahahahahahahaha! Ouch! ************************************************************************
Disclaimer: Yada, yada, nix.
Chapter 3: Utomno
It was unbearably hot! And Aseldor suddenly woke up. He looked up for the familiar reassuring sight of the stars, but this time, the stars were dead. An uncanny blackness covered the sky. And he looked around himself and saw no trees. Great walls of rock surrounded him. Aseldor shuddered at this horrible place and started to get up and go to other, less horrible places. But he couldn't, a grip on his wrists pulled him back. Aseldor looked at his hands and saw a ring of a strange substance around his wrists. He pulled at it and it wouldn't budge. Aseldor shuddered again; the ring was cold and hard. But it was smooth and unlike thorny rocks.
Aseldor wondered about this place. His last memories were of the great shadowy creature bounding towards him and slashing him on the face. Aseldor touched his mouth where the whip had hit him and felt it. The skin there was rough and torn. Aseldor was surprised. His skin, nay, the skin of every Elf was as smooth as the waters of the stream Asgalen, but now, it felt like broken rocks. And it still ached as he touched it.
Just then, Aseldor heard a moan. He looked for its source and saw Ealir, also bound by the cold rock. But it was not the second moan from Ealir that made Aseldor shudder. It was Ealir's face. It seemed like the bark of a tree. The red water emanated from the torn skin, which had turned a ghastly greenish pink. Olesan was nowhere to be seen.
" Friend Ealir," asked Aseldor, " What ails thee? Why dost thee moan? Doest thee desire song and jest?"
" Nay Friend Aseldor, I grieve that Friend Olesan is amiss." Ealir responded, " And sorely dost I miss him. But the last ailment that I suffer is the coldness of these rings upon our hands. It hates us!" And Ealir weeped.
" Cry not Friend Ealir, dost thee feel pain? Mayhap song will cheer thee." Aseldor said. And he began a song. One of the earliest songs of the Elves. And it was not as marvelous as the later songs.
The sky is blue and bright are stars
The birds do fly and deer do walk
Oh sing with joy and jest with laughs
For Elf alone can only talk!
The song was not at all Elvish to the ears of the later Elves and was forgotten. But those were the days when the Elves had barely forged speech and they had not many words to make songs.
But to Ealir, It was jolly, and he laughed. But suddenly, there came a growl from outside the walls. A door opened and a shadow walked in. The shadow looked at Aseldor and cackled with glee.
"Olgha Murzin Aghad" the shadow said.
But Aseldor did not understand the speech of the Dark Lord and did not respond. The shadow seemed to grow and took out its whip and slashed at Aseldor. Aseldor screamed and Ealir wept. But the shadow would not stop whipping Aseldor. Finally when Aseldor went limp and unconscious, the shadow broke his fetters and lifted him out of the prison while Ealir wept.
************************************************************************ Yeah I know the song was completely stupid! But I am no good at making songs. So I put the lame excuse of language. Anyway! I know the story has been sort of childish and a bit silly until now. But now! Good News for the followers of Morgoth. Now, cometh the conversion and torture of the Elf into an Orc! Mwahahahahahahahahaha! Ouch! ************************************************************************
