Title: Why
Summary: See chapter one
DIsclaimer: I do not own them but wants to!*g*
A/N: Thanks to my beta!! All reviews are welcome all flames will be used to torture someone in the fic I am writing now.
Now to the reviews!
Annauial- Here you go sad eyes!
Copper Tragic- As I said this story was written and completed in an hour for a friend sonot much prose in it, but THANKS! for reviewing. Perhaps you would enjoy my other one This Used to be my Playground
Star Stallion- Thanks!!
Jack SParrow1- Update for you!!
Firniswin- Revives you for update!
Hobbitsrfun- LOL at you RULE too!
Now on with the story!
Chapter 3
Legolas tried to steel himself for what was to come. The orcs converged on him with new interest. Such a treat it would be to torture the Prince of Mirkwood. The orc came across Legolas' head with the whip. This sent Legolas reeling. His scalp now had a gash across it, and blood was marring his silken blond hair. Two orcs held him down while the third took the whip from his belt. Legolas heard the wind behind it as the first lash hit his back. He refused to cry out and give them any satisfaction. The pain was becoming intense as the orcs slowly tore his back to shreds. Legolas held his head high and tried to endure the pain. Every once in awhile he stole a glance at Estel who now laid in a pool of his own blood.
The orcs were enjoying their new toy
Elrohir did not stop. He ran all the was back home. Elrond heard his frantic yells and met him at the door.
"Elrohir, what is it... your brother....is it Estel?" Elrohir stood gasping trying to catch his breath. "Tell me Elrohir!"
Elrohir took in a deep breath. "The orcs have Estel and Legolas. There were too many we need help."
Elrond turned to gather a group of elves. Elrohir grabbed his hand before he could leave. When Elrond looked back to him he saw the tears in his son's eyes.
"If we do not hurry Estel and Legolas may be dead when we get there."
The cold, cruel statement hit Elrond with such force. "We will get there in time, Elrohir, by Valar's mercy we will."
Elrond quickly gathered many elves Glorfindel included. They all amassed at the front door.
"Are we ready then?" Elrond said.
Elrohir looked at his father bow slung over his shoulder, sword at his side. "It will be an honor to fight by your side, father." the tears welling in his eyes.
"Let us hurry, I do not wish to bury either my son or the prince today."
Is not cliffie is it???!!!?? well maybe it is
Until next time!
Summary: See chapter one
DIsclaimer: I do not own them but wants to!*g*
A/N: Thanks to my beta!! All reviews are welcome all flames will be used to torture someone in the fic I am writing now.
Now to the reviews!
Annauial- Here you go sad eyes!
Copper Tragic- As I said this story was written and completed in an hour for a friend sonot much prose in it, but THANKS! for reviewing. Perhaps you would enjoy my other one This Used to be my Playground
Star Stallion- Thanks!!
Jack SParrow1- Update for you!!
Firniswin- Revives you for update!
Hobbitsrfun- LOL at you RULE too!
Now on with the story!
Chapter 3
Legolas tried to steel himself for what was to come. The orcs converged on him with new interest. Such a treat it would be to torture the Prince of Mirkwood. The orc came across Legolas' head with the whip. This sent Legolas reeling. His scalp now had a gash across it, and blood was marring his silken blond hair. Two orcs held him down while the third took the whip from his belt. Legolas heard the wind behind it as the first lash hit his back. He refused to cry out and give them any satisfaction. The pain was becoming intense as the orcs slowly tore his back to shreds. Legolas held his head high and tried to endure the pain. Every once in awhile he stole a glance at Estel who now laid in a pool of his own blood.
The orcs were enjoying their new toy
Elrohir did not stop. He ran all the was back home. Elrond heard his frantic yells and met him at the door.
"Elrohir, what is it... your brother....is it Estel?" Elrohir stood gasping trying to catch his breath. "Tell me Elrohir!"
Elrohir took in a deep breath. "The orcs have Estel and Legolas. There were too many we need help."
Elrond turned to gather a group of elves. Elrohir grabbed his hand before he could leave. When Elrond looked back to him he saw the tears in his son's eyes.
"If we do not hurry Estel and Legolas may be dead when we get there."
The cold, cruel statement hit Elrond with such force. "We will get there in time, Elrohir, by Valar's mercy we will."
Elrond quickly gathered many elves Glorfindel included. They all amassed at the front door.
"Are we ready then?" Elrond said.
Elrohir looked at his father bow slung over his shoulder, sword at his side. "It will be an honor to fight by your side, father." the tears welling in his eyes.
"Let us hurry, I do not wish to bury either my son or the prince today."
Is not cliffie is it???!!!?? well maybe it is
Until next time!