A/N: OMG, I AM SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY YOU HAD TO WAIT SO LONG! Sorry, but
somehow everything I write becomes capture, and I suck at thinking of stuff
and writing about capture, so it took me a week to think of what to do,
then I rewrote it again, then I had homework, and UUUUUUUUUURG! But I
promise, I will update quicker ALWAYS in the future! And I know, this
chapter starts out kind of not that greatly written, but it gets better.
Please review! Oh yeah, and I'm not Tolkien, making no money, I own
nothing. Kapeish? Kapeish.
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Sound came first ere sight, though little there was to hear. Only the heavy breath of sleeping creatures. Slowly, Legolas opened his eyes. Darkness enveloped the world, the moon casting unearthly shadows, stars shining merrily down. Something within him quailed, as the elf stared upwards, angry that the stars could be so happy, and he so miserable. His body was numb, and for a moment, he lay still, savouring the nothingness. How he loathed his captors! Even though, he reminded himself, it was best, he wanted nothing more than to flee, and be at peace once more in the protected borders of Lorien.
I did what was right he franticly reminded himself. I should be here. I deserve nothing more. Over and over, the thoughts rewound and repeated themselves in his mind. It kept his mind off the searing pain burning in his midsection. And, as Legolas so desperately reminded himself, they were true.
In time, the orcs about him awoke to the new coming dawn. Legolas remained stalk still, but for his laboured breath. The last thing he wanted was for them to know he was awake. For as long as possible, he wished to remain invisible.
Amidst his wonderings, Legolas heard an argument break out between two of the larger uruk-hai. They spoke in the Black Speech, and he couldn't understand it, but he cringed at the harsh tongue.
"We must take him to Isenguard! Saruman will be grateful for such a prize as a Lothlorien elf! We will be rewarded!" Ashzog growled dangerously.
"Nay, he would be taken, and we wouldn't ever be able to get at him again. Perhaps in time, but let us have our fun with him first."
"Did you not think of what could be possible at Isenguard? Our reward could be that we have rights to all the prisoners! And there is more in the dungeons than we could obtain here. And did you forget that I am the leader of this party?"
Before the other orc could answer, Ashzog had drawn his sword and decapitated its head. A heavy silence fell upon the watching uruk-hai.
Legolas' eyes snapped open as something fell onto his body. Merely inches away from his own face, an uruk-hai's head lay, empty green eyes penetrating the soft grey elven orbs. The other uruks turned, and perceived that Legolas had awoken.
The largest uruk grinned cruelly, and with sword already drawn, approached Legolas. Legolas noted the blade was stained black by orcish blood.
"Stand up, little elf," the words came harsh and gruff from the uruk's foul mouth, now speaking in the common tongue. When Legolas did not move, he lunged forth and lugged the elf to his feet, none too gently. The wounds on his torso and chest suffered his balance, and he doubled over, struggling to stay on his feet. The fact that his hands were bound did not help. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for whatever was to come. The sounds of blades being drawn seemed to surround the elf, and Legolas prayed silently that it would all be over soon. He could here their footsteps approaching him. His breathe quickened in panic.
"My faith in you was well, Ashzog."
The uruk-hai stopped in their advance abruptly. Legolas squinted around, searching for the voice that came dark and rich with power. A man stepped from a cluster of nearby trees, cloaked in grey. Legolas felt his heart nearly stop.
Gandalf.?
Nay, it could not be.could it? Gandalf had died.
Your fault
He could not return.
And never shall
Then the man removed his hood, and Legolas felt all hope within his heart crumple. For there stood Saruman the white, towering above the uruk- hai, and above Legolas. Legolas tried to pick out the orc called Ashzog, and guessed it was the one with the bloodied sword. Ashzog bowed before Saruman, yet the wizard's eyes were not upon his minion.
Saruman turned his head towards Legolas, and their eyes met and locked. A fire kindled within the Istari's dark, menacing pits, yet the icy elven orbs remained defiantly frozen and emotionless. Legolas could feel his body tremble, and he knew he couldn't remain on his feet too much longer. A slow, cruel grin played over Saruman's lips.
"Grab the elf." Several uruks shuffled over to Legolas, and grabbed him rougher than necessary, but he was slightly glad to have the weight taken from his own feet. "He will be much more comfortable in the dungeons of Isenguard." Sadistic pleasure dripped from the Istari's words, and as Legolas was dragged past the wizard, he glared and bore his teeth dangerously, with an intense loathing, that would make even the bravest shrink away.
Perhaps I do deserve death Legolas thought sadly, but not like this . . . anyway but this.
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"The prince of Mirkwood.how ever did my uruk-hai find you?" Saruman's sinister, mocking voice echoed in the dark dungeons of Isenguard. Legolas followed him with his glowering eyes, helpless yet in capture. His arms were chained out each side, pulled up just above his head, the chains rattling as they hung from the ceiling, and Legolas stood in an empty, open area of the dungeons. Saruman walked slowly around his captive elf, taunting the prince to just try to escape.
"I had heard you could fend off twice as many orcs as were present. Whatever happened, little prince?" Legolas' face was bruised, his clothes stained with blood, from the times he had struggled, and served his punishment. Saruman came to stand little more than a hair's breadth from Legolas, each feeling the other's warm breath on their faces. "Have you lost your touch?" Legolas stood idle, as Saruman backhanded the elf across the face, splitting his lip. He could have blocked it, even with his shackles. But that was what Saruman wanted.he wanted Legolas to try to attack him in rage; and then he would be punished.
The grin on Saruman's face grew no wider, yet no slimmer. Never letting his eyes leave Legolas, he backed away. Then he turned, and ascended the long, stone staircase to the upper chambers of Orthanc.
As soon as Legolas knew he was alone, he let his head fall, hopeless, and the splash of a single tear on stone echoed throughout the dungeons.
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Once again, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the wait, but here it is! And I will definitely update quicker next time! I'm sorry if you're not mentioned below, it just means I couldn't think of something to say to your review. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL!
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orli92003: I don't know.. it's just more fun to hurt elves than men. Because they have to live with it forever. And I have decided not to make it slash! Good news! And don't feel sorry for Legolas yet.. there's worse to come.
Goblz: I know, I'm evil, but I too am a sadist. SADISTS UNITE! *Shows ribbon that says Union of Sadists *
Imirie: YES! ELVES RULE! I want to be an elf. And live in either Mirkwood or Lothlorien. Screw earth. Let's go to MIDDLE-earth. No slash anymore, don't worry.
Kaimelieamin: I WANT A BUMPER STICKER TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We should start an "Elf Sadist Union", and produce all these Legolas and other elven products! YEAH!
Erhothwen: I like Haldir. Expect to see more of him. And if I were you, try using both a fork AND spoon. Much more threatening.
Merrylyn: Sorry if this chapter was too short for your liking too, and sorry for the long waiting period. BUT I WILL GET BETTER!
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Oh, and one more thing: this is updated before I hear about the war in Iraq and Saddam and stuff, but I can tell you this: I'll bet anything Saddam did not leave, and there will be/is a war. Pray for the soldiers, and pray for all the goddamn country leaders, that they realize that war is not the answer; it just screws us all even more. In time, I will have some kind of prayer or something posted on fictionpress.
Namarie.
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Sound came first ere sight, though little there was to hear. Only the heavy breath of sleeping creatures. Slowly, Legolas opened his eyes. Darkness enveloped the world, the moon casting unearthly shadows, stars shining merrily down. Something within him quailed, as the elf stared upwards, angry that the stars could be so happy, and he so miserable. His body was numb, and for a moment, he lay still, savouring the nothingness. How he loathed his captors! Even though, he reminded himself, it was best, he wanted nothing more than to flee, and be at peace once more in the protected borders of Lorien.
I did what was right he franticly reminded himself. I should be here. I deserve nothing more. Over and over, the thoughts rewound and repeated themselves in his mind. It kept his mind off the searing pain burning in his midsection. And, as Legolas so desperately reminded himself, they were true.
In time, the orcs about him awoke to the new coming dawn. Legolas remained stalk still, but for his laboured breath. The last thing he wanted was for them to know he was awake. For as long as possible, he wished to remain invisible.
Amidst his wonderings, Legolas heard an argument break out between two of the larger uruk-hai. They spoke in the Black Speech, and he couldn't understand it, but he cringed at the harsh tongue.
"We must take him to Isenguard! Saruman will be grateful for such a prize as a Lothlorien elf! We will be rewarded!" Ashzog growled dangerously.
"Nay, he would be taken, and we wouldn't ever be able to get at him again. Perhaps in time, but let us have our fun with him first."
"Did you not think of what could be possible at Isenguard? Our reward could be that we have rights to all the prisoners! And there is more in the dungeons than we could obtain here. And did you forget that I am the leader of this party?"
Before the other orc could answer, Ashzog had drawn his sword and decapitated its head. A heavy silence fell upon the watching uruk-hai.
Legolas' eyes snapped open as something fell onto his body. Merely inches away from his own face, an uruk-hai's head lay, empty green eyes penetrating the soft grey elven orbs. The other uruks turned, and perceived that Legolas had awoken.
The largest uruk grinned cruelly, and with sword already drawn, approached Legolas. Legolas noted the blade was stained black by orcish blood.
"Stand up, little elf," the words came harsh and gruff from the uruk's foul mouth, now speaking in the common tongue. When Legolas did not move, he lunged forth and lugged the elf to his feet, none too gently. The wounds on his torso and chest suffered his balance, and he doubled over, struggling to stay on his feet. The fact that his hands were bound did not help. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for whatever was to come. The sounds of blades being drawn seemed to surround the elf, and Legolas prayed silently that it would all be over soon. He could here their footsteps approaching him. His breathe quickened in panic.
"My faith in you was well, Ashzog."
The uruk-hai stopped in their advance abruptly. Legolas squinted around, searching for the voice that came dark and rich with power. A man stepped from a cluster of nearby trees, cloaked in grey. Legolas felt his heart nearly stop.
Gandalf.?
Nay, it could not be.could it? Gandalf had died.
Your fault
He could not return.
And never shall
Then the man removed his hood, and Legolas felt all hope within his heart crumple. For there stood Saruman the white, towering above the uruk- hai, and above Legolas. Legolas tried to pick out the orc called Ashzog, and guessed it was the one with the bloodied sword. Ashzog bowed before Saruman, yet the wizard's eyes were not upon his minion.
Saruman turned his head towards Legolas, and their eyes met and locked. A fire kindled within the Istari's dark, menacing pits, yet the icy elven orbs remained defiantly frozen and emotionless. Legolas could feel his body tremble, and he knew he couldn't remain on his feet too much longer. A slow, cruel grin played over Saruman's lips.
"Grab the elf." Several uruks shuffled over to Legolas, and grabbed him rougher than necessary, but he was slightly glad to have the weight taken from his own feet. "He will be much more comfortable in the dungeons of Isenguard." Sadistic pleasure dripped from the Istari's words, and as Legolas was dragged past the wizard, he glared and bore his teeth dangerously, with an intense loathing, that would make even the bravest shrink away.
Perhaps I do deserve death Legolas thought sadly, but not like this . . . anyway but this.
* * *
"The prince of Mirkwood.how ever did my uruk-hai find you?" Saruman's sinister, mocking voice echoed in the dark dungeons of Isenguard. Legolas followed him with his glowering eyes, helpless yet in capture. His arms were chained out each side, pulled up just above his head, the chains rattling as they hung from the ceiling, and Legolas stood in an empty, open area of the dungeons. Saruman walked slowly around his captive elf, taunting the prince to just try to escape.
"I had heard you could fend off twice as many orcs as were present. Whatever happened, little prince?" Legolas' face was bruised, his clothes stained with blood, from the times he had struggled, and served his punishment. Saruman came to stand little more than a hair's breadth from Legolas, each feeling the other's warm breath on their faces. "Have you lost your touch?" Legolas stood idle, as Saruman backhanded the elf across the face, splitting his lip. He could have blocked it, even with his shackles. But that was what Saruman wanted.he wanted Legolas to try to attack him in rage; and then he would be punished.
The grin on Saruman's face grew no wider, yet no slimmer. Never letting his eyes leave Legolas, he backed away. Then he turned, and ascended the long, stone staircase to the upper chambers of Orthanc.
As soon as Legolas knew he was alone, he let his head fall, hopeless, and the splash of a single tear on stone echoed throughout the dungeons.
* * *
Once again, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the wait, but here it is! And I will definitely update quicker next time! I'm sorry if you're not mentioned below, it just means I couldn't think of something to say to your review. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL!
* * *
orli92003: I don't know.. it's just more fun to hurt elves than men. Because they have to live with it forever. And I have decided not to make it slash! Good news! And don't feel sorry for Legolas yet.. there's worse to come.
Goblz: I know, I'm evil, but I too am a sadist. SADISTS UNITE! *Shows ribbon that says Union of Sadists *
Imirie: YES! ELVES RULE! I want to be an elf. And live in either Mirkwood or Lothlorien. Screw earth. Let's go to MIDDLE-earth. No slash anymore, don't worry.
Kaimelieamin: I WANT A BUMPER STICKER TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We should start an "Elf Sadist Union", and produce all these Legolas and other elven products! YEAH!
Erhothwen: I like Haldir. Expect to see more of him. And if I were you, try using both a fork AND spoon. Much more threatening.
Merrylyn: Sorry if this chapter was too short for your liking too, and sorry for the long waiting period. BUT I WILL GET BETTER!
* * *
Oh, and one more thing: this is updated before I hear about the war in Iraq and Saddam and stuff, but I can tell you this: I'll bet anything Saddam did not leave, and there will be/is a war. Pray for the soldiers, and pray for all the goddamn country leaders, that they realize that war is not the answer; it just screws us all even more. In time, I will have some kind of prayer or something posted on fictionpress.
Namarie.