Tearing into Two
Authors note: Well I didn't get a lot of reviews for my last chapter which I thought was good for my standards ( oh well review please and I'll keep on writing this story.
"OK after three. One. Two. Three!" and with that Legolas threw himself into the cover of the trees. He rolled a few times then came to a stop. Slowly but quietly he rose pulling bits of twigs out of his hair. Loud growls and yells told Legolas, they had found out about his disappearance. Wasting no time, the elf ran for his life, dodging awkward shaped branches and hidden rocks. After what seemed like an hour he stopped for breath. He noticed sweat and instantly became alarmed, "elves do not sweat normally" Legolas thought, he recalled only one other time where he ran so much he started to sweat. It was when he was back at his home in Mirkwood and he had gone out for a ride, when a spider had knocked him off his horse and killed it, so he ran all the way back to his home (for he was only a child to elves) and it took him half a day non-stop running. His panting came in short breaths, and finally it grew silent. Tired as he was, Legolas decided to carry on looking for the rest of the fellowship. So he walked at a steady pace, every now and again hearing the faint voices of orcs. The moon was high and full, but it did not seem welcoming to the elf. He stared at it quizzically-somehow it was different, he wasn't sure how, but it was. Then suddenly a great shadow burst through the trees, nearly knocking Legolas over, he crouched protectively but found that it was a large tatty crow. He backed away from it nervously, 'where there were crows there was trouble' as his father would always say. Sure enough the crow started to cry, piercing the dull air with its sharp sound. Then a few more noises could be heard- voices and rustlings in the trees. Legolas spun to find to his dismay a score of orcs clambering through the forest. "It's the elf!" an orc yelled, "Get 'im!" The others charged at Legolas. Legolas sighed as he snapped back into combat mode; he spun between two orcs, and then ducked when they ran at him, leaving two orcs temporarily down. Next he worked on the smaller orcs that was faster than the others, it dodged a firm blow by Legolas and tripped him up but Legolas was up and with not a moments rest he kicked the orc a few paces back. He studied the situation, he was against 10 orcs with weapons and he had none. A new orc had scratched him across the face now and he flinched in pain at the sudden attack. A next orcs came up behind and jumped onto Legolas' back, he fell face first into the dirt. Struggling, Legolas desperately called for Aragorn, though knowing deep in his heart that the ranger was proberly dead or leagues away from here. The largest orc grabbed a handful f Legolas' hair and roughly pulled it so his head would rise up higher, "You will learn ELF! That running away don't get ya that far in an orc camp. Grambug, bind this stupid elf so that it cant get away and check all its clothing so that it don't use whatever it used to escape again. Got that!" The orc named Grambug nodded furiously and hurried over to Legolas, Legolas strained to see what the orc was going to do, but he didn't even get a chance to call out, before the orc brought down his sword hilt on Legolas' head.
Aragorn's cloak served him well in the situation he was in, it covered him s that nothing would be able to see him unless he was at a very close distance. He realised that he would never be able to find his way to the closest town in the dark but he had to make a fair distance between him and the Dylags. He had brought no food or water except for a little lembas he had secured in his pocket whilst treating Merry. His mind wandered to Legolas, the last thing he had said to the elf was 'Please Legolas, if there is something wrong tell me, I want to help you', he shook his head, "If I went after him, we would've at least all been together, no I don't know whether he's dead or alive.
The dark orb Palantiri, swirled as Sauruman looked inside it, "Ahhh so the elf has met my welcoming party. Though I do not take kindly to out little escaping ranger, I will see he meets the same fate." The wizard murmured to himself.
The fellowship looked on as the Dylags, dragged Boromir back to the camp. Gimli shouted insults and every curse he could think of while the hobbits sat dumbfounded. The tied him securely to a tree and landed a few kicks in his stomach for good measure. The man of Gondor woke after the last kick was dealt, trying to kneel over in pain. He coughed and looked up, his eyesight was blurred and his body felt like it was on fire. "You.human."It snarled inches from Boromir's face, "Where.is the.other.you helped.it.escape...You pay!" Boromir winced at its words and had enough time to glance at Gimli, who was still raging, before the Dylag had pulled out a whip. Boromir looked horrified and began to thrash about madly, but he just couldn't break the bonds. As the Dylag advanced the hobbits cried out to stop and Boromir kicked the creature with his free foot. The Dylag hissed and brought the whip down onto Boromir's back. The man stifled a small cry that no one could hear. And it went on for 10 minutes and the forest was filled with the terrible sounds of torture.
The orcs brought their escaper back to their camp. They all looked at the sleeping elf with hatred clear in their small dark eyes. "Why is this elf so special eh?"One orc said looking pulling at Legolas' hair. "I dunno, Farug, but the captain said we had to search it." "OK Grambug, an' can we play wit it?" Farug asked? Grambug shook his head, "nah, gotta search first, orders, are orders." First they pulled Legolas' tunic off and searched it, they found nothing, next they took his boots off and found two thin knives, "Ah gotta give these to the Captain," Grambug muttered, "Put that tunic back on that elf and the boots, we've found what we needed, then tie 'im up". They tied Legolas up and dumped him in a heap near the centre of the camp, so that orcs would be watching him constantly. Legolas' eyes were firmly shut, as if trying to keep the orcs out of his head; little did he know what was going to happen later on.
Ohhhh what will happen to Legolas, how will the rest of the fellowship survive with the two men gone or hurt, and what has Sauruman got in store for Aragorn???
Authors note: Well I didn't get a lot of reviews for my last chapter which I thought was good for my standards ( oh well review please and I'll keep on writing this story.
"OK after three. One. Two. Three!" and with that Legolas threw himself into the cover of the trees. He rolled a few times then came to a stop. Slowly but quietly he rose pulling bits of twigs out of his hair. Loud growls and yells told Legolas, they had found out about his disappearance. Wasting no time, the elf ran for his life, dodging awkward shaped branches and hidden rocks. After what seemed like an hour he stopped for breath. He noticed sweat and instantly became alarmed, "elves do not sweat normally" Legolas thought, he recalled only one other time where he ran so much he started to sweat. It was when he was back at his home in Mirkwood and he had gone out for a ride, when a spider had knocked him off his horse and killed it, so he ran all the way back to his home (for he was only a child to elves) and it took him half a day non-stop running. His panting came in short breaths, and finally it grew silent. Tired as he was, Legolas decided to carry on looking for the rest of the fellowship. So he walked at a steady pace, every now and again hearing the faint voices of orcs. The moon was high and full, but it did not seem welcoming to the elf. He stared at it quizzically-somehow it was different, he wasn't sure how, but it was. Then suddenly a great shadow burst through the trees, nearly knocking Legolas over, he crouched protectively but found that it was a large tatty crow. He backed away from it nervously, 'where there were crows there was trouble' as his father would always say. Sure enough the crow started to cry, piercing the dull air with its sharp sound. Then a few more noises could be heard- voices and rustlings in the trees. Legolas spun to find to his dismay a score of orcs clambering through the forest. "It's the elf!" an orc yelled, "Get 'im!" The others charged at Legolas. Legolas sighed as he snapped back into combat mode; he spun between two orcs, and then ducked when they ran at him, leaving two orcs temporarily down. Next he worked on the smaller orcs that was faster than the others, it dodged a firm blow by Legolas and tripped him up but Legolas was up and with not a moments rest he kicked the orc a few paces back. He studied the situation, he was against 10 orcs with weapons and he had none. A new orc had scratched him across the face now and he flinched in pain at the sudden attack. A next orcs came up behind and jumped onto Legolas' back, he fell face first into the dirt. Struggling, Legolas desperately called for Aragorn, though knowing deep in his heart that the ranger was proberly dead or leagues away from here. The largest orc grabbed a handful f Legolas' hair and roughly pulled it so his head would rise up higher, "You will learn ELF! That running away don't get ya that far in an orc camp. Grambug, bind this stupid elf so that it cant get away and check all its clothing so that it don't use whatever it used to escape again. Got that!" The orc named Grambug nodded furiously and hurried over to Legolas, Legolas strained to see what the orc was going to do, but he didn't even get a chance to call out, before the orc brought down his sword hilt on Legolas' head.
Aragorn's cloak served him well in the situation he was in, it covered him s that nothing would be able to see him unless he was at a very close distance. He realised that he would never be able to find his way to the closest town in the dark but he had to make a fair distance between him and the Dylags. He had brought no food or water except for a little lembas he had secured in his pocket whilst treating Merry. His mind wandered to Legolas, the last thing he had said to the elf was 'Please Legolas, if there is something wrong tell me, I want to help you', he shook his head, "If I went after him, we would've at least all been together, no I don't know whether he's dead or alive.
The dark orb Palantiri, swirled as Sauruman looked inside it, "Ahhh so the elf has met my welcoming party. Though I do not take kindly to out little escaping ranger, I will see he meets the same fate." The wizard murmured to himself.
The fellowship looked on as the Dylags, dragged Boromir back to the camp. Gimli shouted insults and every curse he could think of while the hobbits sat dumbfounded. The tied him securely to a tree and landed a few kicks in his stomach for good measure. The man of Gondor woke after the last kick was dealt, trying to kneel over in pain. He coughed and looked up, his eyesight was blurred and his body felt like it was on fire. "You.human."It snarled inches from Boromir's face, "Where.is the.other.you helped.it.escape...You pay!" Boromir winced at its words and had enough time to glance at Gimli, who was still raging, before the Dylag had pulled out a whip. Boromir looked horrified and began to thrash about madly, but he just couldn't break the bonds. As the Dylag advanced the hobbits cried out to stop and Boromir kicked the creature with his free foot. The Dylag hissed and brought the whip down onto Boromir's back. The man stifled a small cry that no one could hear. And it went on for 10 minutes and the forest was filled with the terrible sounds of torture.
The orcs brought their escaper back to their camp. They all looked at the sleeping elf with hatred clear in their small dark eyes. "Why is this elf so special eh?"One orc said looking pulling at Legolas' hair. "I dunno, Farug, but the captain said we had to search it." "OK Grambug, an' can we play wit it?" Farug asked? Grambug shook his head, "nah, gotta search first, orders, are orders." First they pulled Legolas' tunic off and searched it, they found nothing, next they took his boots off and found two thin knives, "Ah gotta give these to the Captain," Grambug muttered, "Put that tunic back on that elf and the boots, we've found what we needed, then tie 'im up". They tied Legolas up and dumped him in a heap near the centre of the camp, so that orcs would be watching him constantly. Legolas' eyes were firmly shut, as if trying to keep the orcs out of his head; little did he know what was going to happen later on.
Ohhhh what will happen to Legolas, how will the rest of the fellowship survive with the two men gone or hurt, and what has Sauruman got in store for Aragorn???