Master Ambrosius
My Immortal
To Draz, for givin' me all the confidence in the world. Rock 'n roll, baby
Ah, more comments. *halo* First of all I want to thank you all for reviewing, I know I said this in the last chapter but its true, it means a lot to me that people review my stuff. Even though I ain't the most popular writer in this site, I'm makin' an effort here, and it helps when y'all review. Don't worry about all the 'boo-boos' that Aragorn and Legolas acquire, I'll take care of it all. Muhahaha! I'm just wondering, but what injuries do you want them to attain? I'm rather curious what y'all think. I didn't forget that Aragorn was poisoned and wounded. He still has the wound on his head, I have not mentioned it much in the end of the first chapter or in the second chapter, sorry 'bout that. I'll try and include it in this chapter. As for Aragorn being poisoned, it says in somewhere in the first chapter that he sweated the poison out of his system. My regrets about the Elrond-torture-scene, but a good story must always have some sort of torture in it. Be well.AND BLEEDIN' REVIEW!!!
"Aragorn, look!" Legolas shouted.
Aragorn jumped to his feet, "What is it?"
"This must be their refuge, This is the Isle of Delrysia", Legolas stated softly.
Aragorn nodded and wiped the traces of sleep from his eyes. He swept his sleep tousled hair out of his face, ad yawned. Legolas craned his neck to the side, making it crack. Then with a grin he cracked the other side of his neck. Aragorn yawned again, closing his eyes sleepily. The sun beamed lazily upon his back. They waited for the raft to reach shallower water, before jumping off the side and dragging it to the beach. Aragorn dumped the small raft far from the small tossing waves and wasted no time in running into a small wood of thick trees. Legolas followed at his heels. After running for a considerable amount of time they came to a small cave entrance.
"Do you think they entered this way?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn knelt down to examine the fine golden colored sand. "I wouldn't doubt it, Legolas".
He took off into the cave.
"Suppose we should find a torch?" Legolas inquired.
"Where would we find that?" Aragorn laughed, "My sight is just as well as yours, Legolas Greenleaf, if not, better". He grinned.
Legolas merely shook his head, "You know I am several decades older than you, right? And that I have been in many more dark dwellings before you".
Aragorn suddenly slipped and crashed to the floor. Legolas burst out laughing. Aragorn slid forward, he seemed trying to clutch on to something.
"Legolas this is serious, help me!" Legolas sprang into action, he grabbed Aragorn's hands and pulled him from a large pit. Aragorn eyed the pit.
"Aragorn, I don't like this place", Legolas said quivering slightly.
"You cannot be afraid of a few pits and the dark", Aragorn said.
"I never told you this, but elves hate caves, I mean really hate them".
"Why?" Aragorn queried.
"They're dark and they are like a cage to me. I do not like closed spaces, I like to see the sky, the moon, the sun and stars, Aragorn. I fear being trapped", he shivered.
"Legolas, we are not trapped, and we will not be, I'll make sure of it. For right now, just keep your eyes peeled", he looked at the elf, he was on the verge of tears. Aragorn had never seen him like that. Legolas nodded and they began their descend.
This reminded of the ranger about their unpleasant trip to Moria, a few summers back. He shuddered at the thought.
The path became more slippery as the angle became steeper. Aragorn looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. Legolas obviously trying not to panic, but the fear in his eyes showed utmost terror. Aragorn felt guilty about bringing Legolas to this horror.
He flashed his friend a quick reassuring smile, and turned his attention back to the path.
***
Elrond groaned softly in his cell. He glanced at his burnt skin. Crathen had just come and performed his "ritual" of severing his arm and burning the wound with the flaming poker. The words on his arm shone brightly. Elrond's face was covered with grit and sweat. He closed his eyes and slumped as far forward as the chains would allow. More than anything Elrond wanted to be with his family. But many were either dead or critically wounded. How long did it take Crathen to think this scheme up? He wondered. His arms began to ache. It was only a matter of time until death came to his rescue. Elrond whispered feverant prayers to his people and Iluvatar. Blood tripped down a cut over his eye. Crathen was kind enough to slash at his face, so he did not have to think about the pain his arm so much. The blood mixed with sweat, and tears. How long will it be till death takes me? He thought. Not long, if Crathen keeps up the torturing, I'll be dead by tomorrow night. True enough his strength was leaving him. I am dying. This is the end. I will die softly into the night, and Crathen will have revenge. I only hope that he does not put more harm to my people or my family. He moaned softly again. His consciousness was ebbing again. Elrond fell forward limply.
***
"What do you plan to do to him? I believe he is growing resistant to the toxins and the pain".
Crathen thought for a moment, "Do what you want of him, just make sure that he lives through it. He is to die by my hands, do you understand?"
The young guard nodded, he gave Crathen a clumsy salute and hurried away.
Crathen smiled, he would get his revenge on the elves now. He had always hated them ever since he met the young wondrous Elrond. They were so perfect. Why couldn't his race be perfect, and the elves be smelly, whining, snots. Crathen scowled. He would make their race what his race was now. The humans would become more intelligent and organized. They would take over the elven realms and call them their own. Crathen grinned. He was a genius. No one could think of anything better than this. He could not have planned it better. It was perfect. Like the elves.
***
"He has been captured then".
"Yes, Lady Galadriel. The humans invaded his home and killed or wounded all the guards and people. Anyone who opposed him was slain. His family stood by him, but in the end they were slain. They took him and we haven't a clue where he disappeared to".
"Only two are searching".
"No, my lady, our realm as well as yours is searching".
"That is not what I meant, Lord Thranduil. There are only two who are close to their trail".
"Who?"
"Aragorn, son of Arathorn and your own son, Legolas Greenleaf".
"What can we do, Lady?" Galadriel gave a small laugh, "We must help them of course. Take your armies, we will show these humans that they cannot dominate us, once and for all".
"Consider it done, My Lady, I will send my armies. But where will they go?"
"They will go to the shores of the great ocean, there they will sail to the Island of Delrysia. Enter the island find the cave that is a few short miles ahead. Deep in the cave, Elrond's body lies".
"You don't think he's dead, do you?"
"I do not see how he can be alive, but we will see. If he is dead we still have to honor Legolas and Aragorn".
Thranduil grinned.
"I will send Haldir, with his armies. He will break them".
Thranduil cackled softly.
"What was that, My Lord?"
Thranduil cleared his throat, "Nothing, Lady Galadriel, I am merely thrilled at this plan".
Galadriel smiled softly into the mirror, "I am glad for you, I cannot help but feel bloodlust for these men. I pity their choice", she sighed. "But they chose to mess with elves, and they will have to suffer the consequences of it".
"Yes, My Lady. If I am to assemble my armies, I better leave".
Galadriel nodded into the mirror, "Very well, Thranduil. Be well. Do not let the lust for their blood corrupt you."
Thranduil laughed, "I assure you it won't, but I will take thrill upon having their blood stained on my blade".
Galadriel smiled and nodded.
Thranduil bowed and the image in the mirror blanked into the silver water. Galadriel reached for the silver pitcher and poured fresh water into the mirror. She smiled softly. "Haldir," she called..
To Draz, for givin' me all the confidence in the world. Rock 'n roll, baby
Ah, more comments. *halo* First of all I want to thank you all for reviewing, I know I said this in the last chapter but its true, it means a lot to me that people review my stuff. Even though I ain't the most popular writer in this site, I'm makin' an effort here, and it helps when y'all review. Don't worry about all the 'boo-boos' that Aragorn and Legolas acquire, I'll take care of it all. Muhahaha! I'm just wondering, but what injuries do you want them to attain? I'm rather curious what y'all think. I didn't forget that Aragorn was poisoned and wounded. He still has the wound on his head, I have not mentioned it much in the end of the first chapter or in the second chapter, sorry 'bout that. I'll try and include it in this chapter. As for Aragorn being poisoned, it says in somewhere in the first chapter that he sweated the poison out of his system. My regrets about the Elrond-torture-scene, but a good story must always have some sort of torture in it. Be well.AND BLEEDIN' REVIEW!!!
"Aragorn, look!" Legolas shouted.
Aragorn jumped to his feet, "What is it?"
"This must be their refuge, This is the Isle of Delrysia", Legolas stated softly.
Aragorn nodded and wiped the traces of sleep from his eyes. He swept his sleep tousled hair out of his face, ad yawned. Legolas craned his neck to the side, making it crack. Then with a grin he cracked the other side of his neck. Aragorn yawned again, closing his eyes sleepily. The sun beamed lazily upon his back. They waited for the raft to reach shallower water, before jumping off the side and dragging it to the beach. Aragorn dumped the small raft far from the small tossing waves and wasted no time in running into a small wood of thick trees. Legolas followed at his heels. After running for a considerable amount of time they came to a small cave entrance.
"Do you think they entered this way?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn knelt down to examine the fine golden colored sand. "I wouldn't doubt it, Legolas".
He took off into the cave.
"Suppose we should find a torch?" Legolas inquired.
"Where would we find that?" Aragorn laughed, "My sight is just as well as yours, Legolas Greenleaf, if not, better". He grinned.
Legolas merely shook his head, "You know I am several decades older than you, right? And that I have been in many more dark dwellings before you".
Aragorn suddenly slipped and crashed to the floor. Legolas burst out laughing. Aragorn slid forward, he seemed trying to clutch on to something.
"Legolas this is serious, help me!" Legolas sprang into action, he grabbed Aragorn's hands and pulled him from a large pit. Aragorn eyed the pit.
"Aragorn, I don't like this place", Legolas said quivering slightly.
"You cannot be afraid of a few pits and the dark", Aragorn said.
"I never told you this, but elves hate caves, I mean really hate them".
"Why?" Aragorn queried.
"They're dark and they are like a cage to me. I do not like closed spaces, I like to see the sky, the moon, the sun and stars, Aragorn. I fear being trapped", he shivered.
"Legolas, we are not trapped, and we will not be, I'll make sure of it. For right now, just keep your eyes peeled", he looked at the elf, he was on the verge of tears. Aragorn had never seen him like that. Legolas nodded and they began their descend.
This reminded of the ranger about their unpleasant trip to Moria, a few summers back. He shuddered at the thought.
The path became more slippery as the angle became steeper. Aragorn looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. Legolas obviously trying not to panic, but the fear in his eyes showed utmost terror. Aragorn felt guilty about bringing Legolas to this horror.
He flashed his friend a quick reassuring smile, and turned his attention back to the path.
***
Elrond groaned softly in his cell. He glanced at his burnt skin. Crathen had just come and performed his "ritual" of severing his arm and burning the wound with the flaming poker. The words on his arm shone brightly. Elrond's face was covered with grit and sweat. He closed his eyes and slumped as far forward as the chains would allow. More than anything Elrond wanted to be with his family. But many were either dead or critically wounded. How long did it take Crathen to think this scheme up? He wondered. His arms began to ache. It was only a matter of time until death came to his rescue. Elrond whispered feverant prayers to his people and Iluvatar. Blood tripped down a cut over his eye. Crathen was kind enough to slash at his face, so he did not have to think about the pain his arm so much. The blood mixed with sweat, and tears. How long will it be till death takes me? He thought. Not long, if Crathen keeps up the torturing, I'll be dead by tomorrow night. True enough his strength was leaving him. I am dying. This is the end. I will die softly into the night, and Crathen will have revenge. I only hope that he does not put more harm to my people or my family. He moaned softly again. His consciousness was ebbing again. Elrond fell forward limply.
***
"What do you plan to do to him? I believe he is growing resistant to the toxins and the pain".
Crathen thought for a moment, "Do what you want of him, just make sure that he lives through it. He is to die by my hands, do you understand?"
The young guard nodded, he gave Crathen a clumsy salute and hurried away.
Crathen smiled, he would get his revenge on the elves now. He had always hated them ever since he met the young wondrous Elrond. They were so perfect. Why couldn't his race be perfect, and the elves be smelly, whining, snots. Crathen scowled. He would make their race what his race was now. The humans would become more intelligent and organized. They would take over the elven realms and call them their own. Crathen grinned. He was a genius. No one could think of anything better than this. He could not have planned it better. It was perfect. Like the elves.
***
"He has been captured then".
"Yes, Lady Galadriel. The humans invaded his home and killed or wounded all the guards and people. Anyone who opposed him was slain. His family stood by him, but in the end they were slain. They took him and we haven't a clue where he disappeared to".
"Only two are searching".
"No, my lady, our realm as well as yours is searching".
"That is not what I meant, Lord Thranduil. There are only two who are close to their trail".
"Who?"
"Aragorn, son of Arathorn and your own son, Legolas Greenleaf".
"What can we do, Lady?" Galadriel gave a small laugh, "We must help them of course. Take your armies, we will show these humans that they cannot dominate us, once and for all".
"Consider it done, My Lady, I will send my armies. But where will they go?"
"They will go to the shores of the great ocean, there they will sail to the Island of Delrysia. Enter the island find the cave that is a few short miles ahead. Deep in the cave, Elrond's body lies".
"You don't think he's dead, do you?"
"I do not see how he can be alive, but we will see. If he is dead we still have to honor Legolas and Aragorn".
Thranduil grinned.
"I will send Haldir, with his armies. He will break them".
Thranduil cackled softly.
"What was that, My Lord?"
Thranduil cleared his throat, "Nothing, Lady Galadriel, I am merely thrilled at this plan".
Galadriel smiled softly into the mirror, "I am glad for you, I cannot help but feel bloodlust for these men. I pity their choice", she sighed. "But they chose to mess with elves, and they will have to suffer the consequences of it".
"Yes, My Lady. If I am to assemble my armies, I better leave".
Galadriel nodded into the mirror, "Very well, Thranduil. Be well. Do not let the lust for their blood corrupt you."
Thranduil laughed, "I assure you it won't, but I will take thrill upon having their blood stained on my blade".
Galadriel smiled and nodded.
Thranduil bowed and the image in the mirror blanked into the silver water. Galadriel reached for the silver pitcher and poured fresh water into the mirror. She smiled softly. "Haldir," she called..