Master Ambrosius
My Immortal
To Fonzy De Mago, Le Sorcier De Lumier ~.~
Chapter#6 Modern Crusaders
From the depths of his dream, Aragorn heard someone's faint shouts. It was as if the noise was coming from under the rock floor where he lay. He felt the earth shudder slightly, and he heard more shouts. Aragorn leapt to his feet, his hand clutching his sword. Legolas' eyes flew open.
"What is it?" he said, reaching for his bow.
"I heard shouts from below, we must be getting close".
"Does this mean we're not lost?" he smiled faintly.
Aragorn nodded, "I think so".
He reached silently for his pack, but he could not feel it.
"Legolas, where are the packs?"
Legolas shrugged, "You put them beside you, when we stopped, didn't you?"
"I thought I did. But I can't find them", he groped around in the dark for a second longer. "Not here".
"Do you think someone might have taken it?" Legolas asked.
"Hmm, I'm afraid to think so, but I'm guessing that you are right. Someone took it, and I would not doubt they are part of Crathen's cronies".
Legolas nodded wearily, "Lets go, hopefully we will not encounter anyone.or anything".
Legolas touched the wall and looked at it strangely. He put his ear to the wall.
"There must be boiling water behind the walls, and underneath them. I can hear the heavy flow of it. It would not burst through though", he said, looking at Aragorn's worried face, these walls seem to be very thick, about eight feet thick, I would guess".
Aragorn nodded, and they moved farther into the cavern. The floors were not so slimy anymore, but they were very warm. The walls, the ground, even the small boulders that sat alone in the deep caverns were warm to the touch. For a few more hours they descended deeper into the caverns. Until they found themselves in a small room, and not to their surprise, the small room was lit with torches.
Legolas gasped softly, and clutched his eyes. The light was so bright to their eyes. They had not seen the light for many days. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, Aragorn looked at his surroundings. There were seven doors that lead to six long lonely paths. They were all bolted and shut heavily with doors of heavy lead.
Legolas moaned softly, and uncovered his eyes, they were rimmed with tears.
Aragorn moved to his friend and ripped a piece of cloth from his cloak. He tied it around Legolas' eyes.
"Thank you", Legolas gasped, crying under the cloth, "It's burning my eyes". He rubbed his eyes some more.
Aragorn strode over to the door in the center of the room, and examined it thoroughly.
Legolas continued to rub his eyes, and tear. He leaned against the wall. The water behind the wall seemed to be much closer, and seemed to be moving faster. The wall must be thinner than the ones we saw earlier, he thought silently. From the back corner of the room, he heard a small noise. He whirled around and at the same time unsheathed his blade. He felt the blade sink into soft flesh, and the figure crumpled to the floor with a bump. Aragorn leaped to his side, and before he could say anything, he heard movement from all sides. They were trapped. Aragorn cursed under his breath. Legolas, breathing hard, thought of something deadly risky, but it was worth it. He suddenly and gracefully plunged his blade deep into the rock wall. The blade slid in with a strong metallic ringing against the wet rock. The men surrounding them, gasped and stepped back. Legolas grinned wickedly, pulled the blade out of the wall, and nabbed Aragorn away from the boiling water, all in one graceful move. Aragorn stared wildly at the men burning and writhing on the floor, unable to escape the deadly hot water. Luckily, Legolas had dragged him from harms way just in time. Legolas ripped the cloth from his eyes, squirming a little in the still bright light. They heard shouts behind one of the doors. Aragorn dragged Legolas towards the door.
"Aragorn, no", Legolas whispered.
"This is the right way, Legolas", Aragorn said.
"I know it is the right way, but we can't just go in there looking like this. I heard the movement of many in there".
Aragorn grinned, "Your right". He looked at the soaking clothes of the dead men, that lay beside the water.
"It's the only way", Legolas shrugged.
Five minutes later, Legolas and Aragorn were wrapped in thick human made cloaks. Legolas covered his ears with a hood, and had used some bandages to cover his elven features.
"Ready?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas nodded.
Aragorn lifted the latch, and pulled the heavy lead door open.
***
Elrond rustled the chains around his arms. He sighed. When he wasn't being tortured he was jangling his chains, hoping they would miraculously snap. But he soon discovered, there was no such luck. He wondered why so often he heard shouts outside of the dungeon. What were they doing? And why?
No. The answer was so obvious. Elrond sighed again. There was nothing he could do to stop Crathen, he would die in this hellhole. A pitiful way for an Elf Lord to die, he thought. He wondered whether his family and people knew what was happening, whether they knew what dooms awaited them, even worse than his doom. Elrond scowled miserably. He closed his eyes. His head hurt terribly, either it was from the cut above his eye, or he was ailing. Pewter had taken sport into torturing him as often as he could. Whether it was from taunting and telling him nasty stories on how he would torture the elves, or he would beat him mercilessly. Most of the time he just drugged him into nasty hallucinations and disturbing images.
He had given up hope that he would somehow escape. No one knew where he was, no one knew how to get there, or even why he was there. A tear trickled down his face. He sniffled softy. Oh great. He thought, the last thing I need is a head cold.
***
"Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Crathen shouted.
"The men have spotted an army of elves approaching the isle, and we have a man and an elf have been seen sneaking around the cavern. They found these," Pewter said, holding up two small packs.
"Ah", Crathen almost giggled in delight, "Get the army ready, this will be easier than I thought, they are coming straight to me. As for the human and the elf, find them and kill them".
Pewter grinned and turned away.
Crathen sighed. "Why am I surrounded by such idiots?" he shrieked into the darkness of the cavern.
***
Galadriel bolted upright in her sleep, as the small vessel jolted against the firm sand. Haldir turned to look at her, his eyes bloodshot. "Did you sleep at all?" she murmured.
Haldir shook his head and smiled, "I volunteered to guard yours as well as others' sleep".
Galadriel tried to stifle a yawn, but failed. She looked at the sunny land that stretched before them. If was warm and friendly. Palm trees and sharp boulders were scattered along the coast. She could not see much deeper into the land because the large amount of the tropical trees that hid her view.
"This is Delrysia?" she asked.
"I think so", Haldir answered, getting out of the boat.
He helped Galadriel off the boat and woke the still asleep elves, that had been lulled to sleep by the gentle waves. Galadriel smiled, this was such a pleasant place. It was a pity that they had come here for anger and revenge. She sighed looking at the beautiful blue water, It would not be so beautiful for long. Soon, blood would stain the shores, and it would be sick and crimson. Instead of healthy and blue. The waves lapped playfully at their heels as they silently made their way in to the island.
"I suppose we go straight in?" Haldir asked.
"Which other way could we go?" Galadriel replied, with a wry smile.
Haldir nodded, and gave a small whistle to the elves following behind. They hung their bows behind them and followed Haldir's lead deeper into the island.
***
Aragorn and Legolas crept through the small winding tunnel, their hands drifting on their blades so often.
"How do we know that we are going the right way?" Legolas whispered in the dark.
"We don't," Aragorn shushed him, "I have only a faint idea from the dreams that have been hounding me".
"I do not wish to get lost again, Aragorn", Legolas said, now sprinting.
"We won't", Aragorn said, now keep quiet".
Legolas nodded. They entered a huge antechamber with walls soaring at least 700 feet above them. Aragorn gasped.
"This chamber is a jest compared to the halls of Mirkwood", Legolas whispered proudly.
"I did not sound because of the size of this chamber, but look under your feet".
Legolas peered down at the ground. He gasped and almost jumped. He steadied himself by reaching out and holding on to the wall.
"This is a volcano!" he breathed.
It was. Underneath the pale, thin ground, scorching hot lava floated sluggishly around the chamber. A deep mist was settled a few feet above the ground.
"Let's get out of here", Legolas gasped, fear seeping into his skin.
Aragorn nodded, and they dashed for the exit.
They found themselves in another winding hallway, and they reached a small room with a heavy iron door. Aragorn pulled on the door. It was locked tight. Legolas cursed in his foreign tongue, Aragorn grinned, understanding every word he had spoken. Legolas pushed and pulled on the door, while Aragorn felt into the depths of his tunic. Finally, after a few desperate minutes, he found what he was looking for.
"What are you doing?" Legolas asked, raising an eyebrow.
Aragorn lifted a small piece of lead to the lock.
"What are you doing?" Legolas repeated.
Aragorn grinned, "Opening this door".
"With a piece of lead?" Aragorn nodded. "I learned", he said wrenching the lead inside the lock with much effort, "that when living with Elladan and Elrohir for practically your whole life, anything is possible". With that the lock clicked and Aragorn swung the door open.
"After you, Legolas", Aragorn laughed.
Legolas continued to stare in disbelief, "But-but-how.?"
Aragorn put a finger to the elf's lips. "Shhh, just stare in wonder", he said handing him the piece of lead.
Legolas pocketed the piece of lead. This would be a valuable tool to keep handy.
They silently entered what seemed to be a large dungeon. Aragorn's heart pounded, what if Elrond was here? Legolas felt the same anticipation. They tiptoed by all the cells until they reached the last. There they saw a familiar--wounded and dirty--but bloody familiar face .
"Father!" Aragorn yelped. He rushed to the cell, seeming to forget the heavy metal bars that prevented him from getting in, and crashed into the bars and fell to the ground.
"Oooh", Legolas winced, as Aragorn stood up with a bloody nose.
"No more illusions, Pewter, no more", The elf lord whispered.
"Father!" Aragorn cried, "it's us, we've come to rescue you".
Elrond stared at the ground as tears slid down his cheeks. Legolas removed the lead from his pocket and handed it to Aragorn. The ranger turned the lead in the lock until it clicked, and opened with a loud sigh.
"Shhh", Legolas winced again.
Aragorn did not listen, as he stampeded into the room, and helped his father. He removed his sword and chopped through the chains that were holding him to the wall. Aragorn caught the elf lord as he keeled over, unconscious. He examined his hurt father, bruises and dark welts covered his body. He was bleeding from a nasty cut above his eye. His wrists were cut and bleeding from the rope and chains that had ripped into his flesh. His face was pale and felt clammy. His shirt was ripped on the sleeve, and as Aragorn lowered him to the ground, he saw a deep wound at his arm. He gently brushed the torn sleeve from his way, and gasped at he saw a huge bloody lesion, with the word Property of men branded into his skin.
Legolas gasped too. Aragorn gently touched the wound. Elrond flinched, and moaned in pain. Aragorn moved his father's head onto his lap.
"Those sick bastards will pay", he growled softly, as tears slipped down his face.
Elrond stirred again, opening his eyes slightly. "Estel?" he moaned.
Aragorn nodded, "I'm here, father. You're safe, for now". He held onto his father tightly.
Elrond sobbed against his son's shoulder. "I thought I would never see you again, Estel".
"It thought that also". Aragorn said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "Listen, we have to get you out of here. Crathen is hatching something devious".
"I know", Elrond said, "He plans to rid the world of elves".
"What?" Legolas and Aragorn said together in surprise.
"He's mad! He must have gone schizophrenic! You can't just rid the world of elves, that's impossible!" Legolas yelled.
Aragorn shushed him. "I thought the same thing, Legolas, but it is possible, he has a massive army down here, they are too intelligent", Elrond breathed.
"But that's not possible", Legolas whispered.
Elrond nodded weakly, "It is".
"We don't have much time, we have to get out of here", Aragorn urged. "Can you walk, father?"
Elrond tried to lift himself to his feet but ended up falling, his legs unable to support him.
"He needs food, and medication fast", Legolas said.
"We have nothing, they took our packs", Aragorn sighed, "We just have to keep moving".
They helped the elf lord to his feet and supported him between them. Then they fled out of the dungeon, as fast as they could move.
To Fonzy De Mago, Le Sorcier De Lumier ~.~
Chapter#6 Modern Crusaders
From the depths of his dream, Aragorn heard someone's faint shouts. It was as if the noise was coming from under the rock floor where he lay. He felt the earth shudder slightly, and he heard more shouts. Aragorn leapt to his feet, his hand clutching his sword. Legolas' eyes flew open.
"What is it?" he said, reaching for his bow.
"I heard shouts from below, we must be getting close".
"Does this mean we're not lost?" he smiled faintly.
Aragorn nodded, "I think so".
He reached silently for his pack, but he could not feel it.
"Legolas, where are the packs?"
Legolas shrugged, "You put them beside you, when we stopped, didn't you?"
"I thought I did. But I can't find them", he groped around in the dark for a second longer. "Not here".
"Do you think someone might have taken it?" Legolas asked.
"Hmm, I'm afraid to think so, but I'm guessing that you are right. Someone took it, and I would not doubt they are part of Crathen's cronies".
Legolas nodded wearily, "Lets go, hopefully we will not encounter anyone.or anything".
Legolas touched the wall and looked at it strangely. He put his ear to the wall.
"There must be boiling water behind the walls, and underneath them. I can hear the heavy flow of it. It would not burst through though", he said, looking at Aragorn's worried face, these walls seem to be very thick, about eight feet thick, I would guess".
Aragorn nodded, and they moved farther into the cavern. The floors were not so slimy anymore, but they were very warm. The walls, the ground, even the small boulders that sat alone in the deep caverns were warm to the touch. For a few more hours they descended deeper into the caverns. Until they found themselves in a small room, and not to their surprise, the small room was lit with torches.
Legolas gasped softly, and clutched his eyes. The light was so bright to their eyes. They had not seen the light for many days. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, Aragorn looked at his surroundings. There were seven doors that lead to six long lonely paths. They were all bolted and shut heavily with doors of heavy lead.
Legolas moaned softly, and uncovered his eyes, they were rimmed with tears.
Aragorn moved to his friend and ripped a piece of cloth from his cloak. He tied it around Legolas' eyes.
"Thank you", Legolas gasped, crying under the cloth, "It's burning my eyes". He rubbed his eyes some more.
Aragorn strode over to the door in the center of the room, and examined it thoroughly.
Legolas continued to rub his eyes, and tear. He leaned against the wall. The water behind the wall seemed to be much closer, and seemed to be moving faster. The wall must be thinner than the ones we saw earlier, he thought silently. From the back corner of the room, he heard a small noise. He whirled around and at the same time unsheathed his blade. He felt the blade sink into soft flesh, and the figure crumpled to the floor with a bump. Aragorn leaped to his side, and before he could say anything, he heard movement from all sides. They were trapped. Aragorn cursed under his breath. Legolas, breathing hard, thought of something deadly risky, but it was worth it. He suddenly and gracefully plunged his blade deep into the rock wall. The blade slid in with a strong metallic ringing against the wet rock. The men surrounding them, gasped and stepped back. Legolas grinned wickedly, pulled the blade out of the wall, and nabbed Aragorn away from the boiling water, all in one graceful move. Aragorn stared wildly at the men burning and writhing on the floor, unable to escape the deadly hot water. Luckily, Legolas had dragged him from harms way just in time. Legolas ripped the cloth from his eyes, squirming a little in the still bright light. They heard shouts behind one of the doors. Aragorn dragged Legolas towards the door.
"Aragorn, no", Legolas whispered.
"This is the right way, Legolas", Aragorn said.
"I know it is the right way, but we can't just go in there looking like this. I heard the movement of many in there".
Aragorn grinned, "Your right". He looked at the soaking clothes of the dead men, that lay beside the water.
"It's the only way", Legolas shrugged.
Five minutes later, Legolas and Aragorn were wrapped in thick human made cloaks. Legolas covered his ears with a hood, and had used some bandages to cover his elven features.
"Ready?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas nodded.
Aragorn lifted the latch, and pulled the heavy lead door open.
***
Elrond rustled the chains around his arms. He sighed. When he wasn't being tortured he was jangling his chains, hoping they would miraculously snap. But he soon discovered, there was no such luck. He wondered why so often he heard shouts outside of the dungeon. What were they doing? And why?
No. The answer was so obvious. Elrond sighed again. There was nothing he could do to stop Crathen, he would die in this hellhole. A pitiful way for an Elf Lord to die, he thought. He wondered whether his family and people knew what was happening, whether they knew what dooms awaited them, even worse than his doom. Elrond scowled miserably. He closed his eyes. His head hurt terribly, either it was from the cut above his eye, or he was ailing. Pewter had taken sport into torturing him as often as he could. Whether it was from taunting and telling him nasty stories on how he would torture the elves, or he would beat him mercilessly. Most of the time he just drugged him into nasty hallucinations and disturbing images.
He had given up hope that he would somehow escape. No one knew where he was, no one knew how to get there, or even why he was there. A tear trickled down his face. He sniffled softy. Oh great. He thought, the last thing I need is a head cold.
***
"Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Crathen shouted.
"The men have spotted an army of elves approaching the isle, and we have a man and an elf have been seen sneaking around the cavern. They found these," Pewter said, holding up two small packs.
"Ah", Crathen almost giggled in delight, "Get the army ready, this will be easier than I thought, they are coming straight to me. As for the human and the elf, find them and kill them".
Pewter grinned and turned away.
Crathen sighed. "Why am I surrounded by such idiots?" he shrieked into the darkness of the cavern.
***
Galadriel bolted upright in her sleep, as the small vessel jolted against the firm sand. Haldir turned to look at her, his eyes bloodshot. "Did you sleep at all?" she murmured.
Haldir shook his head and smiled, "I volunteered to guard yours as well as others' sleep".
Galadriel tried to stifle a yawn, but failed. She looked at the sunny land that stretched before them. If was warm and friendly. Palm trees and sharp boulders were scattered along the coast. She could not see much deeper into the land because the large amount of the tropical trees that hid her view.
"This is Delrysia?" she asked.
"I think so", Haldir answered, getting out of the boat.
He helped Galadriel off the boat and woke the still asleep elves, that had been lulled to sleep by the gentle waves. Galadriel smiled, this was such a pleasant place. It was a pity that they had come here for anger and revenge. She sighed looking at the beautiful blue water, It would not be so beautiful for long. Soon, blood would stain the shores, and it would be sick and crimson. Instead of healthy and blue. The waves lapped playfully at their heels as they silently made their way in to the island.
"I suppose we go straight in?" Haldir asked.
"Which other way could we go?" Galadriel replied, with a wry smile.
Haldir nodded, and gave a small whistle to the elves following behind. They hung their bows behind them and followed Haldir's lead deeper into the island.
***
Aragorn and Legolas crept through the small winding tunnel, their hands drifting on their blades so often.
"How do we know that we are going the right way?" Legolas whispered in the dark.
"We don't," Aragorn shushed him, "I have only a faint idea from the dreams that have been hounding me".
"I do not wish to get lost again, Aragorn", Legolas said, now sprinting.
"We won't", Aragorn said, now keep quiet".
Legolas nodded. They entered a huge antechamber with walls soaring at least 700 feet above them. Aragorn gasped.
"This chamber is a jest compared to the halls of Mirkwood", Legolas whispered proudly.
"I did not sound because of the size of this chamber, but look under your feet".
Legolas peered down at the ground. He gasped and almost jumped. He steadied himself by reaching out and holding on to the wall.
"This is a volcano!" he breathed.
It was. Underneath the pale, thin ground, scorching hot lava floated sluggishly around the chamber. A deep mist was settled a few feet above the ground.
"Let's get out of here", Legolas gasped, fear seeping into his skin.
Aragorn nodded, and they dashed for the exit.
They found themselves in another winding hallway, and they reached a small room with a heavy iron door. Aragorn pulled on the door. It was locked tight. Legolas cursed in his foreign tongue, Aragorn grinned, understanding every word he had spoken. Legolas pushed and pulled on the door, while Aragorn felt into the depths of his tunic. Finally, after a few desperate minutes, he found what he was looking for.
"What are you doing?" Legolas asked, raising an eyebrow.
Aragorn lifted a small piece of lead to the lock.
"What are you doing?" Legolas repeated.
Aragorn grinned, "Opening this door".
"With a piece of lead?" Aragorn nodded. "I learned", he said wrenching the lead inside the lock with much effort, "that when living with Elladan and Elrohir for practically your whole life, anything is possible". With that the lock clicked and Aragorn swung the door open.
"After you, Legolas", Aragorn laughed.
Legolas continued to stare in disbelief, "But-but-how.?"
Aragorn put a finger to the elf's lips. "Shhh, just stare in wonder", he said handing him the piece of lead.
Legolas pocketed the piece of lead. This would be a valuable tool to keep handy.
They silently entered what seemed to be a large dungeon. Aragorn's heart pounded, what if Elrond was here? Legolas felt the same anticipation. They tiptoed by all the cells until they reached the last. There they saw a familiar--wounded and dirty--but bloody familiar face .
"Father!" Aragorn yelped. He rushed to the cell, seeming to forget the heavy metal bars that prevented him from getting in, and crashed into the bars and fell to the ground.
"Oooh", Legolas winced, as Aragorn stood up with a bloody nose.
"No more illusions, Pewter, no more", The elf lord whispered.
"Father!" Aragorn cried, "it's us, we've come to rescue you".
Elrond stared at the ground as tears slid down his cheeks. Legolas removed the lead from his pocket and handed it to Aragorn. The ranger turned the lead in the lock until it clicked, and opened with a loud sigh.
"Shhh", Legolas winced again.
Aragorn did not listen, as he stampeded into the room, and helped his father. He removed his sword and chopped through the chains that were holding him to the wall. Aragorn caught the elf lord as he keeled over, unconscious. He examined his hurt father, bruises and dark welts covered his body. He was bleeding from a nasty cut above his eye. His wrists were cut and bleeding from the rope and chains that had ripped into his flesh. His face was pale and felt clammy. His shirt was ripped on the sleeve, and as Aragorn lowered him to the ground, he saw a deep wound at his arm. He gently brushed the torn sleeve from his way, and gasped at he saw a huge bloody lesion, with the word Property of men branded into his skin.
Legolas gasped too. Aragorn gently touched the wound. Elrond flinched, and moaned in pain. Aragorn moved his father's head onto his lap.
"Those sick bastards will pay", he growled softly, as tears slipped down his face.
Elrond stirred again, opening his eyes slightly. "Estel?" he moaned.
Aragorn nodded, "I'm here, father. You're safe, for now". He held onto his father tightly.
Elrond sobbed against his son's shoulder. "I thought I would never see you again, Estel".
"It thought that also". Aragorn said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "Listen, we have to get you out of here. Crathen is hatching something devious".
"I know", Elrond said, "He plans to rid the world of elves".
"What?" Legolas and Aragorn said together in surprise.
"He's mad! He must have gone schizophrenic! You can't just rid the world of elves, that's impossible!" Legolas yelled.
Aragorn shushed him. "I thought the same thing, Legolas, but it is possible, he has a massive army down here, they are too intelligent", Elrond breathed.
"But that's not possible", Legolas whispered.
Elrond nodded weakly, "It is".
"We don't have much time, we have to get out of here", Aragorn urged. "Can you walk, father?"
Elrond tried to lift himself to his feet but ended up falling, his legs unable to support him.
"He needs food, and medication fast", Legolas said.
"We have nothing, they took our packs", Aragorn sighed, "We just have to keep moving".
They helped the elf lord to his feet and supported him between them. Then they fled out of the dungeon, as fast as they could move.