Disclaimer: I own nothing here, except the she-elf, whom you will not
know the name of till next time. Mwaha.
Happy Easter all! Mm, I wonder if there's a chocolate God. That'd be cool. I should make a shrine.
Please leave a review, tell me what you think, no matter what: good or bad, whatever! I don't mind flames, and love critiques!
Note: I haven't read this over, so tell me if there's parts that don't make sense and such.
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He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The ground rushed up to greet him, the figure of Saruman getting larger, larger, larger . . .
He tried to regain self-control, bracing himself for the landing, but he fell too fast.
His feet hit the ground hard, shockwaves moving up his legs, up his spine, and pain erupted in his whole body. He stumbled forward, barely able to keep himself standing. It was merely his natural grace that saved him.
But it would not last.
Trying to catch his breath, he panted, staring at the ground. The orcs chuckled quietly, and he knew without looking that Saruman bore that sinister grin.
The rope tugged at his wrists again, and he found himself being dragged upwards. The orcs were tugging the rope that hung over a high rafter.
What if the rope snaps . . .?
Don't think of that now.
Once again he was dangling from the high ceiling, the ground concealed in darkness. He prayed they couldn't see him; see his face contorted with fear and pain.
"No doubt you have lost track of time by now, my little elf." Saruman's voice echoed in the dungeons, slow and relaxed, oozing with malice. "But I will tell you now: you have been here two nights. Two nights without sun, without wind, without trees, without grass, without stars . . ."
DON'T REMIND ME!
"Do you miss them, little elf? Do you miss the stars?" The wizard paused, as if waiting for an answer. "Because they don't miss you." Legolas strained his eyes, and saw the ominous delight in Saruman's face. "Elbereth has forsaken you, little elf. She knows what you are." He came to stand almost directly below Legolas' feet. "A pathetic, cowardly, insignificant, cold hearted, blood-thirsty killer."
Legolas shut his eyes, and tried to ignore the wizard. He had lost much strength; his heart could not block out his words, and he could not repel the twisted magic intertwining every syllable.
"How many orcs have you killed in your lifetime? And I know you will not answer me, partially because you don't want to, and partially because you don't know." He was right. "You have murdered too many lives to count."
NO!
"Have you ever wondered about the history of orcs? Have you always thought they were merely some creature Morgoth concocted out of thin air?"
The rope lost its tension.
Legolas plummeted towards the waiting stone, and this time, his grace could not save him.
His legs gave out beneath him, and he fell hard on the ground. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and his ears rang. But Saruman was able to drown the ringing out.
"No, little elfling." Legolas could feel his presence nearby, but once again, he did not look. "They were once happy creatures, living untroubled lives."
Grabbing hold of Legolas' golden hair, he yanked his head upwards, so he looked straight into Legolas' frightened eyes.
"They were elves once."
NO.
"You are lying." Legolas' eyes narrowed. There was no way these filthy, worthless creatures could once have been elves. He was surprised by how raspy his own voice was, and he realized how long it had been since he had last had food or drink. His throat was parched, and his stomach ached with hunger. He hadn't noticed it before.
"Nay, little elf. These pathetic worthless things were once elves, just like you . . . just like you deserve to be."
The rope started to tug again.
"All those lives . . .those uncountable, thoughtlessly spent lives, were elves . . . You are a murderer, little prince . . . a murderer of thousands of your own kin."
Don't listen. He is lying.
By now Legolas was hanging from the lofty ceiling, his eyes shut tight, as if it would help him not to hear.
"Don't deny it, little elf . . .you know as well as I do what you are."
You do not know who I am.
"Inside you are an orc . . .a blood-thirsty, deceitful, foul orc." Saruman smiled. "It is merely the outside we have to change."
Suddenly, a racket arose far off, and if there were stairs, it sounded as if it were coming from them. All heads turned rapidly in surprise to the origin of the sound. Light began to filter down what appeared to be a staircase. Legolas could hear the orcs shouting and calling to each other in the Black Speech.
They sound so thirsty . . .
"What's going on up there?" Saruman shouted angrily, his deep, commanding voice resounding in the stone chambers.
An orc scampered down the steps, and came to stand before Saruman. He glanced briefly upwards at Legolas, and, with a slight glimmer of amusement in his great, yellow eyes, he spoke to Saruman. "We have a prisoner, my lord."
All traces of anger seemed to leave Saruman's face. It smoothed into a relaxed, pleased look. He arched one eyebrow. "A prisoner?" He glanced back at Legolas. "Tell me what kind of prisoner?"
"An elf, my lord."
Saruman looked surprised. "And that is the cause of this racket? Can you not contain one elf?" He didn't let the orc answer. "Bring him to me!"
"Err, it's a she-elf, my lord."
Saruman thought, and the grin on his face seemed to grow. "Very well, bring her to me."
The orc scurried off, and Saruman turned around to face the weary elf, dangling helplessly from the high, high ceiling. "You have an audience now, princeling."
Just as the scuffling group of orcs entered, tugging along with them an elf, Legolas felt the tension on the rope begin to loosen.
"Elf, look here," Saruman commanded.
The struggling elf raised his eyes angrily, but anger became horror as she saw the golden haired elf falling from the lofty ceiling, and collapsing with a sickening thud on the stone ground, soundless.
Legolas felt so useless . . .so weak. He could barely move. He felt ashamed to be before this elf, who seemed so much stronger than he.
"What are you doing to him," she growled dangerously. But Saruman seemed merely amused by her struggling. He approached the elf, and the orcs held her still. She complied, but unhappily.
"It is indeed a treat to have two elves in my dungeons," he said. He tilted the she-elf's chin upwards, inspecting her. "Especially two so fair."
He turned his attention to the orcs. "Let her have the chains. Our dear prince would die with one more day of those . . .and we wouldn't want that, would we?" The orcs laughed sadistically, and brought the she-elf to the bloodstained chains that had suspended Legolas' arms for the past two days. There they shackled her and left her.
A weary moan drifted from Legolas' lips, and he coughed blood onto the cold floor. His vision was blurry, and his eyelids were drooping. No longer could his heart withstand all that was being done to him.
Saruman jerked Legolas to his feet, pulling him up by his long golden hair. The elf staggered, regaining his balance, and stared long and hatefully at the wizard.
"You are lying to me." Legolas' voice was hushed and hoarse, but still it held that threatening note.
Saruman threw his fist into Legolas' stomach, and Legolas crumpled to the floor, unable to breathe. His frail body trembled. "Learn to accept the truth little elfling." He but his boot on Legolas' hand. "You know what you are." All his weight dropped onto his foot, and Legolas struggled, and let out a long and icy scream, as the bones in his hand snapped, slowly, one by one.
Black clouds shrouded his vision. Suddenly, Saruman's face was beside Legolas. "You will have visitors soon, little elf. Learn to accept the truth." Saruman got up.
Legolas swayed back and forth, his fair face twisted with pain. The sounds around him became slurred, his vision merely silhouettes, until at last, darkness took pity on him.
Saruman indicated to a near-by orc. "Put him in that cell." He pointed to a barred chamber, behind the she-elf." The orc threw Legolas over his shoulder, and tossed his light frame inside the cell, heedless of his many injuries. He shut the door and locked it.
The wizard circled the she-elf. "Tell me, what is it they call you?" he asked, his voice almost soothing, yet still sodden with evil.
The she-elf spit into Saruman's eye. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Saruman slowly wiped away the spit, and stared long and hard at his new captive.
"Oh, I promise you . . .one day you'll tell me."
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Haldir laid back against a boulder, staring up at the stars, twinkling merrily in the deep, dark sky. He wondered how far away the emissaries from Mirkwood were. He had chosen a spot to wait, out of sight of Isengard, where he was sure he would intercept them.
Would they have received news yet of Legolas? He was torn between hope that they had and a wish they hadn't. He didn't want to be the one to explain it to them.
Hold on a little longer, Legolas. We'll find you.
"Haldir!" Haldir was roused from his thoughts at the shout from one of his soldiers. "They are coming!"
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Yay, another chapter done! I'll have to go have a talk with Legolas to see what to do next. *Legolas wimpers * Oh, don't be such a baby. I put my big poster of Legolas right above my bed. There's a mirror across from my bed, so I can always see him. And no matter where I stand, he ALWAYS looks like he's looking at me. It's like, the best thing ever. Thank you to Maniac, devilburns, Lirenel. Sorry, I couldn't find anything to say to your reviews, but thank you very, very much!
Merrylyn: *sighs * I so think they should make Legolas sing in ROTK. Heck, they should make all the elves sing. And get Elladen and Elrohir in there somewhere.
Forest Elfin: Since Legolas is too weak to whip his ass, let's get the she- elf to do it!
Erhothwen: Legolas angst: no guilt required. Mwahahahahahahahaha. I wonder: if Orlando Bloom ever happens to read some of the Legolas angst stories on this site, I wonder what he'd do . . .
Kate: I'm sorry it takes me so long to post. But I have a bunch of stuff to do. But this week is Easter break, so if I can find the time, I will write as much as possible! Note: I also have a sister to share the computer with, and we're both computer hogs, so it's hard to get a good slot of time. I'll try and post faster!
Kaimelieamin: Hm, I'll take my sister's soccer pads and stuff. Those might help.
Torture-the-elf: Actually, Galadriel does know that Legolas is at Isengard. That's why she asked Haldir to intercept the party from Mirkwood before they got there. Sorry if I confused you at all.
Princess-yumin: Nice little fantasy. If only we could all have Legolas' of our own, eh?
Once again, I love reviews, so please be kind and leave one! I hope to get the next chapter up quickly!
~Searcher of Souls~
Happy Easter all! Mm, I wonder if there's a chocolate God. That'd be cool. I should make a shrine.
Please leave a review, tell me what you think, no matter what: good or bad, whatever! I don't mind flames, and love critiques!
Note: I haven't read this over, so tell me if there's parts that don't make sense and such.
* * *
He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The ground rushed up to greet him, the figure of Saruman getting larger, larger, larger . . .
He tried to regain self-control, bracing himself for the landing, but he fell too fast.
His feet hit the ground hard, shockwaves moving up his legs, up his spine, and pain erupted in his whole body. He stumbled forward, barely able to keep himself standing. It was merely his natural grace that saved him.
But it would not last.
Trying to catch his breath, he panted, staring at the ground. The orcs chuckled quietly, and he knew without looking that Saruman bore that sinister grin.
The rope tugged at his wrists again, and he found himself being dragged upwards. The orcs were tugging the rope that hung over a high rafter.
What if the rope snaps . . .?
Don't think of that now.
Once again he was dangling from the high ceiling, the ground concealed in darkness. He prayed they couldn't see him; see his face contorted with fear and pain.
"No doubt you have lost track of time by now, my little elf." Saruman's voice echoed in the dungeons, slow and relaxed, oozing with malice. "But I will tell you now: you have been here two nights. Two nights without sun, without wind, without trees, without grass, without stars . . ."
DON'T REMIND ME!
"Do you miss them, little elf? Do you miss the stars?" The wizard paused, as if waiting for an answer. "Because they don't miss you." Legolas strained his eyes, and saw the ominous delight in Saruman's face. "Elbereth has forsaken you, little elf. She knows what you are." He came to stand almost directly below Legolas' feet. "A pathetic, cowardly, insignificant, cold hearted, blood-thirsty killer."
Legolas shut his eyes, and tried to ignore the wizard. He had lost much strength; his heart could not block out his words, and he could not repel the twisted magic intertwining every syllable.
"How many orcs have you killed in your lifetime? And I know you will not answer me, partially because you don't want to, and partially because you don't know." He was right. "You have murdered too many lives to count."
NO!
"Have you ever wondered about the history of orcs? Have you always thought they were merely some creature Morgoth concocted out of thin air?"
The rope lost its tension.
Legolas plummeted towards the waiting stone, and this time, his grace could not save him.
His legs gave out beneath him, and he fell hard on the ground. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and his ears rang. But Saruman was able to drown the ringing out.
"No, little elfling." Legolas could feel his presence nearby, but once again, he did not look. "They were once happy creatures, living untroubled lives."
Grabbing hold of Legolas' golden hair, he yanked his head upwards, so he looked straight into Legolas' frightened eyes.
"They were elves once."
NO.
"You are lying." Legolas' eyes narrowed. There was no way these filthy, worthless creatures could once have been elves. He was surprised by how raspy his own voice was, and he realized how long it had been since he had last had food or drink. His throat was parched, and his stomach ached with hunger. He hadn't noticed it before.
"Nay, little elf. These pathetic worthless things were once elves, just like you . . . just like you deserve to be."
The rope started to tug again.
"All those lives . . .those uncountable, thoughtlessly spent lives, were elves . . . You are a murderer, little prince . . . a murderer of thousands of your own kin."
Don't listen. He is lying.
By now Legolas was hanging from the lofty ceiling, his eyes shut tight, as if it would help him not to hear.
"Don't deny it, little elf . . .you know as well as I do what you are."
You do not know who I am.
"Inside you are an orc . . .a blood-thirsty, deceitful, foul orc." Saruman smiled. "It is merely the outside we have to change."
Suddenly, a racket arose far off, and if there were stairs, it sounded as if it were coming from them. All heads turned rapidly in surprise to the origin of the sound. Light began to filter down what appeared to be a staircase. Legolas could hear the orcs shouting and calling to each other in the Black Speech.
They sound so thirsty . . .
"What's going on up there?" Saruman shouted angrily, his deep, commanding voice resounding in the stone chambers.
An orc scampered down the steps, and came to stand before Saruman. He glanced briefly upwards at Legolas, and, with a slight glimmer of amusement in his great, yellow eyes, he spoke to Saruman. "We have a prisoner, my lord."
All traces of anger seemed to leave Saruman's face. It smoothed into a relaxed, pleased look. He arched one eyebrow. "A prisoner?" He glanced back at Legolas. "Tell me what kind of prisoner?"
"An elf, my lord."
Saruman looked surprised. "And that is the cause of this racket? Can you not contain one elf?" He didn't let the orc answer. "Bring him to me!"
"Err, it's a she-elf, my lord."
Saruman thought, and the grin on his face seemed to grow. "Very well, bring her to me."
The orc scurried off, and Saruman turned around to face the weary elf, dangling helplessly from the high, high ceiling. "You have an audience now, princeling."
Just as the scuffling group of orcs entered, tugging along with them an elf, Legolas felt the tension on the rope begin to loosen.
"Elf, look here," Saruman commanded.
The struggling elf raised his eyes angrily, but anger became horror as she saw the golden haired elf falling from the lofty ceiling, and collapsing with a sickening thud on the stone ground, soundless.
Legolas felt so useless . . .so weak. He could barely move. He felt ashamed to be before this elf, who seemed so much stronger than he.
"What are you doing to him," she growled dangerously. But Saruman seemed merely amused by her struggling. He approached the elf, and the orcs held her still. She complied, but unhappily.
"It is indeed a treat to have two elves in my dungeons," he said. He tilted the she-elf's chin upwards, inspecting her. "Especially two so fair."
He turned his attention to the orcs. "Let her have the chains. Our dear prince would die with one more day of those . . .and we wouldn't want that, would we?" The orcs laughed sadistically, and brought the she-elf to the bloodstained chains that had suspended Legolas' arms for the past two days. There they shackled her and left her.
A weary moan drifted from Legolas' lips, and he coughed blood onto the cold floor. His vision was blurry, and his eyelids were drooping. No longer could his heart withstand all that was being done to him.
Saruman jerked Legolas to his feet, pulling him up by his long golden hair. The elf staggered, regaining his balance, and stared long and hatefully at the wizard.
"You are lying to me." Legolas' voice was hushed and hoarse, but still it held that threatening note.
Saruman threw his fist into Legolas' stomach, and Legolas crumpled to the floor, unable to breathe. His frail body trembled. "Learn to accept the truth little elfling." He but his boot on Legolas' hand. "You know what you are." All his weight dropped onto his foot, and Legolas struggled, and let out a long and icy scream, as the bones in his hand snapped, slowly, one by one.
Black clouds shrouded his vision. Suddenly, Saruman's face was beside Legolas. "You will have visitors soon, little elf. Learn to accept the truth." Saruman got up.
Legolas swayed back and forth, his fair face twisted with pain. The sounds around him became slurred, his vision merely silhouettes, until at last, darkness took pity on him.
Saruman indicated to a near-by orc. "Put him in that cell." He pointed to a barred chamber, behind the she-elf." The orc threw Legolas over his shoulder, and tossed his light frame inside the cell, heedless of his many injuries. He shut the door and locked it.
The wizard circled the she-elf. "Tell me, what is it they call you?" he asked, his voice almost soothing, yet still sodden with evil.
The she-elf spit into Saruman's eye. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Saruman slowly wiped away the spit, and stared long and hard at his new captive.
"Oh, I promise you . . .one day you'll tell me."
* * *
Haldir laid back against a boulder, staring up at the stars, twinkling merrily in the deep, dark sky. He wondered how far away the emissaries from Mirkwood were. He had chosen a spot to wait, out of sight of Isengard, where he was sure he would intercept them.
Would they have received news yet of Legolas? He was torn between hope that they had and a wish they hadn't. He didn't want to be the one to explain it to them.
Hold on a little longer, Legolas. We'll find you.
"Haldir!" Haldir was roused from his thoughts at the shout from one of his soldiers. "They are coming!"
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Yay, another chapter done! I'll have to go have a talk with Legolas to see what to do next. *Legolas wimpers * Oh, don't be such a baby. I put my big poster of Legolas right above my bed. There's a mirror across from my bed, so I can always see him. And no matter where I stand, he ALWAYS looks like he's looking at me. It's like, the best thing ever. Thank you to Maniac, devilburns, Lirenel. Sorry, I couldn't find anything to say to your reviews, but thank you very, very much!
Merrylyn: *sighs * I so think they should make Legolas sing in ROTK. Heck, they should make all the elves sing. And get Elladen and Elrohir in there somewhere.
Forest Elfin: Since Legolas is too weak to whip his ass, let's get the she- elf to do it!
Erhothwen: Legolas angst: no guilt required. Mwahahahahahahahaha. I wonder: if Orlando Bloom ever happens to read some of the Legolas angst stories on this site, I wonder what he'd do . . .
Kate: I'm sorry it takes me so long to post. But I have a bunch of stuff to do. But this week is Easter break, so if I can find the time, I will write as much as possible! Note: I also have a sister to share the computer with, and we're both computer hogs, so it's hard to get a good slot of time. I'll try and post faster!
Kaimelieamin: Hm, I'll take my sister's soccer pads and stuff. Those might help.
Torture-the-elf: Actually, Galadriel does know that Legolas is at Isengard. That's why she asked Haldir to intercept the party from Mirkwood before they got there. Sorry if I confused you at all.
Princess-yumin: Nice little fantasy. If only we could all have Legolas' of our own, eh?
Once again, I love reviews, so please be kind and leave one! I hope to get the next chapter up quickly!
~Searcher of Souls~