Galadriel waited by her mirror. She had seen it all. She knew her
grand daughter was on her way here and she waited patiently. Even in the
bustle of Lorien, Galadriel heard and felt Arwen draw near.
"Gwanur." Galadriel smiled faintly. As Arwen ran up to her wrapping her arms around her.
"They have taken him Grand mother."
"I know my child. I know." Galadriel hugged Arwen tight. "You must rest now. It had been a tiring day."
"The mirror." Arwen turned to the afore mentioned and looked into it carefully. She watched memories drift into current affairs. Elrond was sending the King of Eagles with a message. She watched this drift into horror. Fire and heat. And a wheel. Spinning. A wooden wheel surrounded my gawping Orcs and fire. What were they looking at? She looked closer. A prisoner. Shackled to the spinning wheel. A prisoner. Legolas.
Arwen flung herself back tears rolling silently down her cheeks. She shook her head. "no." she whispered fearfully. "No. This cannot happen."
"It is happening Arwen." Galadriel sighed. They both looked up as a silver eagle flew down landing on the branch of a low tree.
"Lady Arwen. Your father wishes to know you reached here safely. Lord Aragorn is out of his mind with worry. There was word of an ambush."
Arwen walked slowly towards the beautiful bird. "Tell my father and Aragorn both that I have arrived without a scratch. I fear for Prince Legolas however. There *was* an ambush. He was captured. He sacrificed himself for my safety. He wanted Aragorn to have somebody returning to him. Saruman holds him if the Orc's speak true." Arwen gave a sob. "Diola lle my Lord" she bowed her head a little and the eagle departed.
***
As soon as the word of the Prince's captivity spread, men from all the elven lands were sent to Isengard. Men from Rivendell, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood rode out at dawn. Aragorn was one of them. He did not want to leave a friend to the evil hands of Saruman, however badly they had betrayed him. He thought about the fact that Legolas sacrificed himself so Arwen could return to Aragorn. This made a fire burn inside him. He had to reach Isengard and save his friend.
***
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. He soon regretted it. His vision was literally spinning. He was on a wheel. He was surrounded by fire and fell Orcs throwing stones and spitting at him. Legolas' whole body ached; he could not find one body part which was not paining him. He found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Mainly out. His head was swimming and his stomach churning. He felt himself tense when silence fell. He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with Saruman. Legolas let out a groan of dissatisfaction.
"Not happy to see me then *scum*" smirked Saruman.
Legolas tasted blood in his mouth as he began to speak croakily "Not exactly who I wanted to see when I awoke. I thought I was still in a nightmare."
"Why thank you. For I am indeed your worst nightmare." Saruman drew his sword and placed it at Legolas' neck, he slowly dragged it down the elf's tunic, ripping it neatly, but not breaking his skin. Legolas shuddered and Saruman saw. "Too cold *elf*?" he spat. He carefully dragged the sword deeply around Legolas' navel in a perfect circle.
"What do you want from me Saruman?" Legolas whispered hoarsely "I have nothing of value to give you."
"No. You don't. All you have is yourself." Saruman lowered his sword slowly. "You, my dear prince, are my new *toy*"
Legolas stared in disbelief. Toy?! "This is all just a game to you isn't it Saruman."
"It is a game. It is all a game Legolas and you will soon see that evil-" he raised his sword. "-always-" he lifted it to Legolas' chest "- wins." He dragged the sword roughly down the elf's bared chest in the shape of an 'S'.
Legolas felt his blood rush to the deep wound. What a scar to bear. His vision blurred slightly. He wanted to cry out in pain, but he would not give Saruman the pleasure of hearing his cry for help. He did not even let tears come to his eyes. He merely stared at Saruman's cold grey eyes with deep hatred. He wished with all his heart he could muster words. But his voice would not allow him to speak. Instead he whispered "Gurth gothrim Tel'Quessir" he said it so quietly that Saruman could not hear him. Legolas waited until the evil wizard drew his face closer to hear what the elf had to say. The prince drew back and spat with all his mite into Saruman's face. He felt a sense of glory. It was soon lost when he felt Saruman poison his mind, invisible wounds burst out all over Legolas' body. It felt like he had been repeatedly stabbed by a morgul blade. His heart ached madly.
And all those miles away in Lorien, Arwen awoke with a start, clasping at her heart.
"Gwanur." Galadriel smiled faintly. As Arwen ran up to her wrapping her arms around her.
"They have taken him Grand mother."
"I know my child. I know." Galadriel hugged Arwen tight. "You must rest now. It had been a tiring day."
"The mirror." Arwen turned to the afore mentioned and looked into it carefully. She watched memories drift into current affairs. Elrond was sending the King of Eagles with a message. She watched this drift into horror. Fire and heat. And a wheel. Spinning. A wooden wheel surrounded my gawping Orcs and fire. What were they looking at? She looked closer. A prisoner. Shackled to the spinning wheel. A prisoner. Legolas.
Arwen flung herself back tears rolling silently down her cheeks. She shook her head. "no." she whispered fearfully. "No. This cannot happen."
"It is happening Arwen." Galadriel sighed. They both looked up as a silver eagle flew down landing on the branch of a low tree.
"Lady Arwen. Your father wishes to know you reached here safely. Lord Aragorn is out of his mind with worry. There was word of an ambush."
Arwen walked slowly towards the beautiful bird. "Tell my father and Aragorn both that I have arrived without a scratch. I fear for Prince Legolas however. There *was* an ambush. He was captured. He sacrificed himself for my safety. He wanted Aragorn to have somebody returning to him. Saruman holds him if the Orc's speak true." Arwen gave a sob. "Diola lle my Lord" she bowed her head a little and the eagle departed.
***
As soon as the word of the Prince's captivity spread, men from all the elven lands were sent to Isengard. Men from Rivendell, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood rode out at dawn. Aragorn was one of them. He did not want to leave a friend to the evil hands of Saruman, however badly they had betrayed him. He thought about the fact that Legolas sacrificed himself so Arwen could return to Aragorn. This made a fire burn inside him. He had to reach Isengard and save his friend.
***
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. He soon regretted it. His vision was literally spinning. He was on a wheel. He was surrounded by fire and fell Orcs throwing stones and spitting at him. Legolas' whole body ached; he could not find one body part which was not paining him. He found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Mainly out. His head was swimming and his stomach churning. He felt himself tense when silence fell. He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with Saruman. Legolas let out a groan of dissatisfaction.
"Not happy to see me then *scum*" smirked Saruman.
Legolas tasted blood in his mouth as he began to speak croakily "Not exactly who I wanted to see when I awoke. I thought I was still in a nightmare."
"Why thank you. For I am indeed your worst nightmare." Saruman drew his sword and placed it at Legolas' neck, he slowly dragged it down the elf's tunic, ripping it neatly, but not breaking his skin. Legolas shuddered and Saruman saw. "Too cold *elf*?" he spat. He carefully dragged the sword deeply around Legolas' navel in a perfect circle.
"What do you want from me Saruman?" Legolas whispered hoarsely "I have nothing of value to give you."
"No. You don't. All you have is yourself." Saruman lowered his sword slowly. "You, my dear prince, are my new *toy*"
Legolas stared in disbelief. Toy?! "This is all just a game to you isn't it Saruman."
"It is a game. It is all a game Legolas and you will soon see that evil-" he raised his sword. "-always-" he lifted it to Legolas' chest "- wins." He dragged the sword roughly down the elf's bared chest in the shape of an 'S'.
Legolas felt his blood rush to the deep wound. What a scar to bear. His vision blurred slightly. He wanted to cry out in pain, but he would not give Saruman the pleasure of hearing his cry for help. He did not even let tears come to his eyes. He merely stared at Saruman's cold grey eyes with deep hatred. He wished with all his heart he could muster words. But his voice would not allow him to speak. Instead he whispered "Gurth gothrim Tel'Quessir" he said it so quietly that Saruman could not hear him. Legolas waited until the evil wizard drew his face closer to hear what the elf had to say. The prince drew back and spat with all his mite into Saruman's face. He felt a sense of glory. It was soon lost when he felt Saruman poison his mind, invisible wounds burst out all over Legolas' body. It felt like he had been repeatedly stabbed by a morgul blade. His heart ached madly.
And all those miles away in Lorien, Arwen awoke with a start, clasping at her heart.