The Elf of Cuivienen

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Chapter 4: The Conversion.

When Aseldor awoke, he felt cold. He was on a table made of the same rock that had fettered him. As he opened his eyes, he saw a Shadow looking at him. A burst of terror overtook him and he struggled to escape. But his hands were strongly held. He wept for the coldness of the rock and the fear that now filled him.

But the dark Shadow laughed. And the sound of the laughter was colder than anything Aseldor had ever known. The Shadow stepped back and was replaced by a smaller and less cold shadow that grinned evilly at him.

Aseldor felt a feeling of foreboding and was afraid. The shadow took out a black instrument that was covered with a brownish substance and slowly drew it near Aseldor's eyes. Aseldor drew his head back, but there was no escaping it. The instrument was now a hair's breadth from the white of his eye. Aseldor dared not move. The shadow cackled and pierced the instrument deep within Aseldor's eyes. Aseldor shrieked in pain. Blood erupted like a geyser from his eyes. A hot, white burst of pain overtook him and Aseldor wished for death. His entire body convulsed with blinding pain. But the shadow did not hesitate, but seemed even more encouraged and started to 'stir' the eyes of Aseldor still in their sockets. Every second was a thousand ages for Aseldor. He screamed and would not stop. The shadow now removed the black instrument, now covered in a thick layer of blood and the eyes of Aseldor.

Even when the instrument was removed, Aseldor still continued to scream in pain. The shadow smirked at him and took out a small knife and ran its hand down it edge. But Aseldor had no idea of his surroundings. All of his senses were converging on the seemingly endless pain in his eyes. The shadow took the knife near Aseldor's mouth and pierced his red lips. And if possible, Aseldor screamed even more and the Darker Shadow laughed again. The smaller shadow now took the blade of his knife snicked a great mass of Aseldor's flesh. Blood spouted from Aseldor's lips and tears ran like falls from his bloody eyes.

The shadow now lifted a black cauldron and sniffed it eagerly. And he withdrew instantly. Grinning, he took it near Aseldor's face and poured it down upon it. It was a viscous, greenish substance and it smoked. A creation of Melkor no doubt and it was for pain. Aseldor's face seemed to bubble over and the boils erupted and exploded all over his face and they spouted blood. When Aseldor opened his mouth in pain, it seeped into his mouth and throat. And boils now erupted on them. Slowly, his skin started to loose its smoothness and fairness and turned greenish and rough. And it smoked!
But now, the Darker Shadow raised a hand and Gorthaur the Cruel, the lesser shadow crept back. The Dark Lord laughed again and raised his hands. And a mighty blackness came from it onto the tortured Elf. The Elf started convulsing. But now the Blackness turned red and poured itself down the Elves' throat. The Elf gagged and fell unconscious.

************************************************************************ Umm, Well maybe it aint that horrible as I promised. And maybe it is horrendous to some. All I know is that I didn't know what to add. Course, the conversion aint over and much is left. I would like your suggestions on the tortures to use to convert the Elf into an Orc. Mine were lame. And don't forget to review the chapter. ************************************************************************