DISCLAIMER- Not mine. That's all I need to say really, isn't it? I mean, if
it *was* mine, I wouldn't be writing *Fan* **FICTION** (I put double
emphasis on that one...)
Just so you know, Saurar is Quenya for Foul One... I think. I'll make sure l8r.
Oh yeah, also just to clear this up before I continue and upset everyone- THIS FIC MAY SOMETIMES WANDER INTO AU, BUT TRUST ME, IT WILL COME BACK TO NORMAL!... One day. Though it may take a while... =D
Now then, what next on the agenda? Oh yeah, review replies...
IrishQT- Yes, it would be beside the point of Elf Torture! Mwuhahahaha- cough-splutter-hack, hack... Sorry, I choked midway through an evil laugh...
Jodie- WOW! Calm down deary... blimey, you'll be the victim of multiple heart attacks by the time this fics finished... =)
Lady Lenna- YAY!!! You're back! Woohoo! Yeah, at the moment, it's an evil... thing. But Saurar shall be explained in this chapter...
Read on for more...
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Tathiel wrapped her arms round her brother.
"Where is he?" she whispered. Legolas' eyes scanned the darkness
"I don't know... just stay here with me." He drew out his long white knives.
"Oh for goodness sake," said Saurar from the shadows. "Are you still using those pathetic little toothpicks? I thought you'd have at least a little more sense than that!" He laughed, and a chill caught the air. "Well my friend, I've come back to finish what I started! So be a good little moron and stay still..." The sound of a metal sword being unsheathed ran through the air.
"Run!" shouted Legolas to Tathiel. She stared, and saw a side to her brother she'd never witnessed before. His normally sparkling blue eyes were filled with rage; a fire burned deep in his mind.
Tathiel decided that it would be wise to follow his advice; but Saurar was blocking the entrance to the cave; there was no way she'd get past him, so she ran as fast as she could further down the cave.
Suddenly she heard the sounds of a scuffle, the shrill ringing of metal against metal, and she turned round. She been running round a slight bend, but she could see the dim shadows of the two she'd left behind. What she heard shocked her...
Saurar was calmly and coolly describing something, but what?
"Well, your father was never the brightest beacon in stormy weather. I take it that's where you get your senses from, that bumbling fool. He exiled me for the small reason that I'd killed another elf." He paused.
"What's the matter with you? Oh, of course. Yes, I was an elf once... a very long time ago. And I wish to make him rue the day he ever crossed paths with me. I wanted to hit him where it hurt the most though... so I vowed to take out my revenge on his children; but only when the time was right. I, Lord of the Darkness, believe revenge is a dish best served cold. And I am not one to break my promises either, Prince of Mirkwood..."
What she heard next chilled her blood. A cry and a blinding flash of light, followed by a soft thud as though something had fallen hard to the ground...
Shadows suddenly swamped into the cave, and it was obvious to see that there was something very wrong. A panicked voice was screaming in Tathiel's mind; Run! Fast!
She dodged quickly past the shadows, forcing herself not to look at the scene she was passing, outside into the cold air. It was then she heard that cursed voice again. Curiously, her young mind trailed from the danger at hand and into a fit of rage;
"How dare he?!" she thought. "What gives him the right to do this to us?!" She could still hear that maddening tone of voice slinking on the air. Another flurry of fury exploded inside her, and she decided that she would pay pure gold if a promise could just be made that she would never have to endure Saurar's hissing ever again. She bottled up the rage just enough to hear what he was whispering.
"What?! I don't understand..."
Tathiel slipped behind a tree and continued to listen.
"I used everything I had, and I only got half?! HALF?! A brainless elf like Thranduil's brat should NOT be able to still hold on after that! How?!"
Tathiel was dreadfully perplexed. "Half?" she thought. "Half of what? Hold on after what?"
Inside the cave, Saurar was seething with rage. "Well, if I can't get him completely, I'll make sure that little good-for-nothing elven girl regrets the day she or that brother of hers was ever born!"
He stormed out of the cave, and his cavernous sinister eyes fell onto her hiding position. She had to run; run and find Aragorn and Gimli! She dodged fast as lightning away from the tree... but fell back gasping for breath as Saurar caught her by her cloak and she toppled backwards onto the forest floor.
Tathiel trembled as she stared up at those eyes- those disgusting, evil, black eyes that seemed to search through her soul and read her thoughts.
"Thought you could get away, did you? Pah!" he spat. He pulled her face upwards, closer to his, and she could smell his foul breath. He smiled with an evil grin.
"Well, I'm not going to kill you, believe it or not. I shall just leave you to wallow in a bottomless pit of guilt... a much more fitting revenge than death." He dropped her back onto the floor hard, and for a moment she lay winded. Saurar began to slink away into the forest, but then turned back to face the young elfling once again.
"But let me leave you with these words," he smirked, and what he said next showed that, yes, he had been an elf- once. He had for a moment in time been blessed with the gift of an exquisite way with words, and that showed right at that moment.
"You may wish to quickly start,
To look for somebody's lost heart,
If you make haste you just might find,
That missing piece of broken mind,
If you do not move fast,
Then the bell may still doth toll,
For how long will an elf last,
Without his immortal soul?"
He held up a small glass vial that was crammed with a bright light.
"Half of it's all mine..." he whispered menacingly, and as he stole away through the trees, Tathiel was left to ponder exactly what Saurar had just spoken...
~*~*~*~
Aragorn was riding back through the forest when he heard a whinny of panic coming from the nearby bushes. He slowed Brego, his horse, down to a trot, but Brego reared and neighed as another horse bolted out of the bushes. Aragorn was thrown back and left a little dazed on the floor, but managed to regain himself enough to see that the horse that had emerged so suddenly was Arod, Legolas' horse.
Aragorn felt slightly wary. He knew that Arod would never leave the elf unless he was seriously frightened... or his master was in trouble. He quickly began to worry whilst trying to calm the horse; he was so distracted that he did not notice the figure coming up behind him...
"Gimli!" shouted Aragorn, startled. The dwarf looked just as shocked. "What are you doing out here?" asked Aragorn, breaking the silence.
"I was looking for firewood." replied Gimli. He looked up at his friend's troubled face. "What's wrong?" he asked. It was then that he saw Arod. "My friend, I'm not at all certain of the riding habits of men, but I'm quite sure that you do not require the use of two steeds!" he said, laughing.
The laughter stopped when he saw panic spread across the king's face. "I ask you again Aragorn, what is wrong?"
Aragorn stared down at his dwarven friend. "You know that Legolas and Arod are very close, do you not?" he finally spoke. Gimli nodded. "Well, I fear that something may be amiss back at the camp for his steed to escape like that."
Gimli was about to reply when all of a sudden the storm above them seemed to grow wilder and more fierce; the shadows of the heavens seemed to rush all at once towards their camping spot.
"We must make haste!" cried Aragorn, jumping onto Brego. Gimli saddled up behind him, and together they rode with the speed of a dragon back to the caves...
~*~*~*~
Figured out the riddle yet? I know its almost painfully obvious, but hey! You can try and guess in a review- Jo, if you're reading this right now, YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM GUESSING! (Though not forbidden from reviewing! =S)
Don't look at the computer like that Jo, you know you've seen the ending... =)
Anyway, leave me a review, and I will update. Because you have to remember, with me, it is...
REVIEWS= NEW CHAPTER.
NO REVIEWS= NO NEW CHAPTERS.
Understand?
Just so you know, Saurar is Quenya for Foul One... I think. I'll make sure l8r.
Oh yeah, also just to clear this up before I continue and upset everyone- THIS FIC MAY SOMETIMES WANDER INTO AU, BUT TRUST ME, IT WILL COME BACK TO NORMAL!... One day. Though it may take a while... =D
Now then, what next on the agenda? Oh yeah, review replies...
IrishQT- Yes, it would be beside the point of Elf Torture! Mwuhahahaha- cough-splutter-hack, hack... Sorry, I choked midway through an evil laugh...
Jodie- WOW! Calm down deary... blimey, you'll be the victim of multiple heart attacks by the time this fics finished... =)
Lady Lenna- YAY!!! You're back! Woohoo! Yeah, at the moment, it's an evil... thing. But Saurar shall be explained in this chapter...
Read on for more...
~*~*~*~
Tathiel wrapped her arms round her brother.
"Where is he?" she whispered. Legolas' eyes scanned the darkness
"I don't know... just stay here with me." He drew out his long white knives.
"Oh for goodness sake," said Saurar from the shadows. "Are you still using those pathetic little toothpicks? I thought you'd have at least a little more sense than that!" He laughed, and a chill caught the air. "Well my friend, I've come back to finish what I started! So be a good little moron and stay still..." The sound of a metal sword being unsheathed ran through the air.
"Run!" shouted Legolas to Tathiel. She stared, and saw a side to her brother she'd never witnessed before. His normally sparkling blue eyes were filled with rage; a fire burned deep in his mind.
Tathiel decided that it would be wise to follow his advice; but Saurar was blocking the entrance to the cave; there was no way she'd get past him, so she ran as fast as she could further down the cave.
Suddenly she heard the sounds of a scuffle, the shrill ringing of metal against metal, and she turned round. She been running round a slight bend, but she could see the dim shadows of the two she'd left behind. What she heard shocked her...
Saurar was calmly and coolly describing something, but what?
"Well, your father was never the brightest beacon in stormy weather. I take it that's where you get your senses from, that bumbling fool. He exiled me for the small reason that I'd killed another elf." He paused.
"What's the matter with you? Oh, of course. Yes, I was an elf once... a very long time ago. And I wish to make him rue the day he ever crossed paths with me. I wanted to hit him where it hurt the most though... so I vowed to take out my revenge on his children; but only when the time was right. I, Lord of the Darkness, believe revenge is a dish best served cold. And I am not one to break my promises either, Prince of Mirkwood..."
What she heard next chilled her blood. A cry and a blinding flash of light, followed by a soft thud as though something had fallen hard to the ground...
Shadows suddenly swamped into the cave, and it was obvious to see that there was something very wrong. A panicked voice was screaming in Tathiel's mind; Run! Fast!
She dodged quickly past the shadows, forcing herself not to look at the scene she was passing, outside into the cold air. It was then she heard that cursed voice again. Curiously, her young mind trailed from the danger at hand and into a fit of rage;
"How dare he?!" she thought. "What gives him the right to do this to us?!" She could still hear that maddening tone of voice slinking on the air. Another flurry of fury exploded inside her, and she decided that she would pay pure gold if a promise could just be made that she would never have to endure Saurar's hissing ever again. She bottled up the rage just enough to hear what he was whispering.
"What?! I don't understand..."
Tathiel slipped behind a tree and continued to listen.
"I used everything I had, and I only got half?! HALF?! A brainless elf like Thranduil's brat should NOT be able to still hold on after that! How?!"
Tathiel was dreadfully perplexed. "Half?" she thought. "Half of what? Hold on after what?"
Inside the cave, Saurar was seething with rage. "Well, if I can't get him completely, I'll make sure that little good-for-nothing elven girl regrets the day she or that brother of hers was ever born!"
He stormed out of the cave, and his cavernous sinister eyes fell onto her hiding position. She had to run; run and find Aragorn and Gimli! She dodged fast as lightning away from the tree... but fell back gasping for breath as Saurar caught her by her cloak and she toppled backwards onto the forest floor.
Tathiel trembled as she stared up at those eyes- those disgusting, evil, black eyes that seemed to search through her soul and read her thoughts.
"Thought you could get away, did you? Pah!" he spat. He pulled her face upwards, closer to his, and she could smell his foul breath. He smiled with an evil grin.
"Well, I'm not going to kill you, believe it or not. I shall just leave you to wallow in a bottomless pit of guilt... a much more fitting revenge than death." He dropped her back onto the floor hard, and for a moment she lay winded. Saurar began to slink away into the forest, but then turned back to face the young elfling once again.
"But let me leave you with these words," he smirked, and what he said next showed that, yes, he had been an elf- once. He had for a moment in time been blessed with the gift of an exquisite way with words, and that showed right at that moment.
"You may wish to quickly start,
To look for somebody's lost heart,
If you make haste you just might find,
That missing piece of broken mind,
If you do not move fast,
Then the bell may still doth toll,
For how long will an elf last,
Without his immortal soul?"
He held up a small glass vial that was crammed with a bright light.
"Half of it's all mine..." he whispered menacingly, and as he stole away through the trees, Tathiel was left to ponder exactly what Saurar had just spoken...
~*~*~*~
Aragorn was riding back through the forest when he heard a whinny of panic coming from the nearby bushes. He slowed Brego, his horse, down to a trot, but Brego reared and neighed as another horse bolted out of the bushes. Aragorn was thrown back and left a little dazed on the floor, but managed to regain himself enough to see that the horse that had emerged so suddenly was Arod, Legolas' horse.
Aragorn felt slightly wary. He knew that Arod would never leave the elf unless he was seriously frightened... or his master was in trouble. He quickly began to worry whilst trying to calm the horse; he was so distracted that he did not notice the figure coming up behind him...
"Gimli!" shouted Aragorn, startled. The dwarf looked just as shocked. "What are you doing out here?" asked Aragorn, breaking the silence.
"I was looking for firewood." replied Gimli. He looked up at his friend's troubled face. "What's wrong?" he asked. It was then that he saw Arod. "My friend, I'm not at all certain of the riding habits of men, but I'm quite sure that you do not require the use of two steeds!" he said, laughing.
The laughter stopped when he saw panic spread across the king's face. "I ask you again Aragorn, what is wrong?"
Aragorn stared down at his dwarven friend. "You know that Legolas and Arod are very close, do you not?" he finally spoke. Gimli nodded. "Well, I fear that something may be amiss back at the camp for his steed to escape like that."
Gimli was about to reply when all of a sudden the storm above them seemed to grow wilder and more fierce; the shadows of the heavens seemed to rush all at once towards their camping spot.
"We must make haste!" cried Aragorn, jumping onto Brego. Gimli saddled up behind him, and together they rode with the speed of a dragon back to the caves...
~*~*~*~
Figured out the riddle yet? I know its almost painfully obvious, but hey! You can try and guess in a review- Jo, if you're reading this right now, YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM GUESSING! (Though not forbidden from reviewing! =S)
Don't look at the computer like that Jo, you know you've seen the ending... =)
Anyway, leave me a review, and I will update. Because you have to remember, with me, it is...
REVIEWS= NEW CHAPTER.
NO REVIEWS= NO NEW CHAPTERS.
Understand?