Title: Duty of the Heart
Chapter Title: Hands of Hell 4/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: This chapter and the next are strongly rated R, due to Karine and Trin's extreme deranged minds and taste for pure torture and pain
Disclaimer: Do you actually think we own them?? Hell, if we owned them, we'd be on a tropical island right now, and their clothes would be mysteriously missing. As it is, we don't own them, and can only steal their clothes and watch them scramble trying to cover theirselves up. *cackles*
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
Aragorn's face held a look of grim determination as the swarm of Orcs made their way to him. 'There are two things that can happen now', he thought. 'One, this will go bad. And two, this will go VERY bad.'
As the Orcs got closer, he and Legolas stood back to back. The Elf was already taking down as many as he could with his bow before they got too close. But even the best archer in Mirkwood, and even perhaps all of Middle Earth, wasn't enough to hold them back. Soon Aragorn found himself face to face with some of the biggest, most vile Orc he had ever seen. And that was saying something.
Bringing his sword up, Aragorn blocked a blow meant to remove his head from his shoulders. The Warg wound hadn't been given the proper time to heal and was violently ripped open with the jarring move. Pushing the pain from his mind, Aragorn focused on staying alive. This battle wasn't only for his life, but for the life of his best friend, and the boy.
The Orc sidestepped and tried to bring his sword down on Aragorn's back. The ranger ducked and thrust his sword into the stomach of the Orc, who fell to the ground dying. Not even a second later, another took it's place.
Quickly feinting to the left and bringing his sword up to cut it's throat, Aragorn risked a look towards Legolas to see how he was doing. The Elf was faring quite well, his long knives making short work of any Orc in his path.
Bringing his attention back to the battle before him, Aragorn had to quickly roll out of the way as another Orc tried to behead him. He almost groaned to himself, as he saw the battle was moving himself and Legolas further apart.
Having no protection behind him now, the Orcs surrounded him and blocked his view of Legolas. Aragorn's shoulder was throbbing nonstop from the movement, although he was glad it wasn't his sword arm. Swinging around, Aragorn sliced the arm, sword and all, off a nearby Orc. That obviously wasn't enough to stop it, as it pulled out a wicked looking dagger and lunged at the ranger.
Aragorn ducked and threw the Orc over his shoulder before bringing his sword down and piercing it's chest. The Orc gurgled on it's own blood for a few minutes before finally dying a noisy death.
Strider sidestepped as another Orc swung at him, but wasn't fast enough to duck the fist of a second Orc. Staggering backwards, Aragorn attempted to wipe the blood from his eyes so he could see. That second was enough for the enemy, and several Orcs took their chance.
The first Orc who originally swung at the Ranger brought the hilt of it's dagger down on Aragorn's unprotected back. Gasping in pain, Aragorn attempted to rollover to jump up, but was stopped by the iron boot of another Orc in his ribs. Aragorn was sure he felt several of them crack.
He brought his sword up again and sliced through the throat of an Orc, it's black blood spraying all over the ranger, before another brought it's fist down upon the back of Aragorn's head.
His last thought before he blacked out was that he hoped Legolas could get away.
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As soon as they had spotted the orcs, Legolas took his bow and began to shoot most of them before they had to do hand-to-hand combat. Knowing that his friend was protecting his back, he could concentrate better on the foul beasts. So he kept shooting, arrow after arrow, and none of them missed their marks, it was always the kill point. Together, they have had plenty of "misadventures" like that, and the odds were always against them. But this time, it was different, for they were not fighting for themselves, but for the little boy who was hiding in the cave. Their only goal was to protect him, even at the cost of their own life.
When the orcs were too close for comfort, Legolas gave up is bow for his twin long knives. Legolas, unlike Aragorn, didn't have a healing wound, so he was faring better then his friend. With speed and grace that only the elves possessed, he began to attack the orcs with such rage that none of the orcs he faced were standing after he got through with them.
Legolas always kept an eye on his friend during the battle, and he remarked sadly that his friend was having difficulties with his healing shoulder. He would have gladly run to his side, but the orcs kept pushing them further apart from each other. "This is not going good", he thought as he beheaded another orc. Since Aragorn was not protecting his back anymore, Legolas quickly got surrounded.
There seem to be a stand off as all the orcs were inspecting him. Legolas shuddered inwardly at the evil grins these orcs were giving him, but it never broke the look of calm and control that was set on his face. Before the orcs got the chance to attack, he lunged at two of them, stabbing them both in throat with his twin knives. He didn't to time to see if they were dead, for more came charging at him.
He turned around just in time to block a blow meant to slice his head off. But, it took him both his knives, and, so while he was blocking the blow, another orc slashed him in the back, which made Legolas arch in pain. Doing so, his arms both fell to his side and the orc gained an opening at him and use it to slash him on the face, while another struck him with the hilt of his blade, sending Legolas into oblivion. It was then that for the first time, the Prince of Mirkwood, fell to the hands of orcs.
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Aragorn groaned as he woke back up. He was hoping it was all a nightmare, that he hadn't been captured by Orcs, and when he opened his eyes, he would be back in his own bed in Rivendell.
Hearing the growling and snarling from nearby creatures, his hopes were completely dashed. Ah well, maybe Legolas got away...
"Well well, lookey here boys! Looks like our prisoner is awake!" The ranger opened his eyes and stared into the face of the Orc leader. Rough hands grabbed Aragorn and yanked him to his feet. He bit back a groan of pain as his shoulder protested the move.
The Orc leader looked him up and down with such an intense hatred that it made Aragorn shudder.
"A Ranger. What is a Ranger doing traveling with an Elf?"
Aragorn steeled his jaw, and stared straight ahead. He made no move to answer.
"Stubborn eh? Well, we'll beat that habit out of you." The leader smiled cruelly.
At this, the other Orcs gave a howl of excitement.
"So, I'll ask again. What is a ranger doing traveling with an elf?"
"Discussing hair care?" As soon as that left his mouth, Aragorn knew it was a mistake. An Orc fist came rushing towards his middle, and knocked the breath out of him.
The Orc leader glared at Aragorn, before looking back at the others. "Teach him a lesson, but DON'T kill him. I want that pleasure."
The Orcs nodded, and he walked off in another direction.
'Why is he leaving unless....oh no......Legolas.' Aragorn thought. His attention was brought back to his own predicament as another fist found his sensitive stomach.
"Ready to have some fun, human?" The Orc growled.
Another sarcastic comment almost passed Aragorn's lips, but he thought better of it. Best not provoke them any further. As if that would save him from further pain anyway.
The Orc leaned down in Aragorn's face. "I'm Yul-Erk. Remember my name human, you'll be screaming it later."
Yul-Erk looked Aragorn over, and grabbed his shoulder wound, pushing his thumb roughly in the jagged hole.
Aragorn had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. He felt a warm trickle of blood running down his arm and watched as the Orc licked it off his fingers.
"Turn him over. Tie him down." Yul-Erk turned around, and Aragorn was flipped onto his stomach.
Aragorn looked as the Orcs brandished a U shaped piece of metal, with pointed ends.
"Get ready to scream." One whispered in his ear.
His hands were pressed down flat onto the ground. Suddenly, understanding filled Aragorn. He started struggling and bucking, trying to escape the grasp of the Orcs.
His struggling abruptly ended as he was knocked on the back of the head. Spots danced before his eyes, and he was vaguely aware of his hands being pressed against the cold hard earth again.
That was, until, a piece of metal was driven through one of them.
Aragorn screamed. It was a primal scream, full of pain and angst. The trees shuddered at the emotion released from the ranger, and the sky seemed to darken more, taking away the little light they had.
Another spike was driven through his other hand, securing it to the ground. The screams ended when the pain got to be too much for Aragorn, and he finally passed out.
Through all this, unbeknownst to Aragorn, another scream also filled the air.
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Elrond sighed, and leaned against the railing looking out over Imladris. He thought of his foster son, and smiled. No doubt the young ranger was getting himself into as much trouble as possible.
Elrond's ears jerked as he heard the light footfall of his sons, Elladan and Elrohir.
"You'll have to be quieter than that, if you wish to sneak up on me."
"Now why would you think we're trying to do that, Ada?" Elladan grinned.
Elrond raised an eyebrow at his son, and gave him the 'yeah right' look. Taking his sons by the shoulders, he said,
"You expect me to believe that after all the-"
Whatever else Elrond was going to say was cut short as a sharp pain filled his head. The pain increased, and he clutched at his temples.
"ADA?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Elladan tried to remove his fathers hands, as Elrond started gasping for breath.
The pain spread, and Elrond's shoulder felt as if it had caught fire. His hands were throbbing mercilessly, and the pain became unbearable. His mind started blacking out, and he saw images that would give him nightmares for years. Aragorn, lying on the ground with spikes driven through his hands, surrounded by Orcs. His foster son was screaming, the screams full of such pain that Elrond wished he could trade places with him. The images vanished, and Elrond passed out into the arms of his sons.
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"-he might be coming around."
Elrond blinked and opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of his twin sons. He gathered them both in a hug, and a single tear slid down his cheek. Aragorn........
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As soon as Legolas opened his eyes, he groan inwardly, for he was sitting on the ground, and he was surrounded by orcs who seemed ecstatic that he had woke up. He saw what seemed to be the leader walking straight towards him; he was coming from another part of the camp where a band of orcs were gathered around something. "Aragorn", he thought sadly, the realization that his friend had not managed to get away was like a dagger to his heart.
Soon the leader stood before him and he glared at his "plaything" for a time, but Legolas didn't flinch under the leader's regard. The orc took that as a sign of stubbornness and he backhanded the elf with enough force to send the prince to the ground. Two orcs pick him up and forced him into his previous position, but this time they didn't let go of him.
"So" The leader said. "What are you doing with a human, elf?" The last word was spit and it made Legolas glare at the orc, but he didn't answered.
His stubbornness earned him another backhanding, but this time it split his lip. Then the leader repeated his question, but with more insistence this time.
"Why do you care?" He said in a bitter voice.
This continued for a couple of minutes, and each time Legolas' answer was more and more sarcastic and each time he received a kick in the ribs. Then, the leader seeing that he wouldn't answer, decided that he would have some fun with the elf. He barked to some orcs in the black tongue, which Legolas didn't understand.
Legolas suddenly shuddered, not because of the evil grin that the orcs were giving him, more because of what they brought. One of the orc had a chain with metal shackles on it, he went and pass it around a nearby tree. With that done, the orcs dragged Legolas, who was thrashing around in an effort to escape their grips.
When they arrived at the tree, they put the metal shackles around Legolas' wrists. But, these were not normal metal shackles, these one had metal spikes in it, and as soon as they were put around his wrist, the spikes entered in his skin, and it made him howl in pain.
"What are the elves are "better" at?" The leader asked no one in particular. "Oh...yeah.....I know........archery.....and this one seems really good at it too. It would be a pity if he couldn't do it anymore, wouldn't it" He sneered.
"Tell me elf, how would you use a bow if your hands were broken....PERMANENTLY." he added, with an evil grin.
At this, some orcs went to hold the prince, while one hold his arm to the ground. Legolas wanted to struggle, to escape their grip, but each time he moved, the spikes of the bound made him howled in pain. So when the leader approached him with a mace and hit his right hand with all his force, and then did the same for his left's one. Legolas fingers were crushed and that was the most excruciating pain he felt.
He felt small drop of water fall on his cheek when he thought of his hands and realized that he was crying. He cursed his weakness, at the same time hoping that they would leave him alone. But his hopes were crushed when they built a fire near him; he doubted that the fire was meant to make him warm.
Soon, the leader approached him with a torch and kept bringing the fire closer to Legolas' chest. Legolas bit his tongue to keep the scream of pain that was threatening to escape him, while also tying to hold still for his wrist's sake.
But, the fire kept coming closer and closer to his bare chest, to a point were he couldn't take it anymore and thrash around, trying in vain to put distance between him and the flame. But, that was exactly what the orc had wanted, because when he struggled, the spikes kept entering in his wrists, and he voiced a deep yell of pain. Because of his own yell and pain, he didn't heard Aragorns howl of pain from the other part of the camp. When he finally passed out from the pain, his wrists were bleeding freely. But, before passing out, he moaned, "Ada".
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Thranduil was sitting on his throne and listening to the Captain of his guard's report about the border patrol. He was about to dismiss his Captain when a sudden wave of excruciating pain passed through him. It seemed as him his hands were crushed and his chest was burning.
Just before passing out, he saw his son, lying on the forest floor, in pain, all bruised and bloodied and he heard him moaning, "Ada". And then the King saw no more, for darkness claimed him.
When he woke again, everyone was crowded around him. He sat up, and yelled,
"GET MY HORSE READY"
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When Legolas opened his eyes again, he vaguely saw Aragorn hovering over him, but he was in too much pain to actually wake completely. There was no way that they could get out of this, Legolas thought. He was in so much pain that when darkness tried to overtake him, he gave up, hoping to never wake again.
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TBC
*blink blink* That wasn't too much of a cliffie.....was it? *blink blink* Technically two cliffies from both of us..............you wouldn't hurt us would you guys?? You love us too much...............right? Umm............if you kill us we can't write the next chapter!!!!! *Trin jumps behind Karine and shoves her forward to blood thirsty readers* TAKE HER!!!! *dust cloud as Trin runs off*
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Gwyn ~ Hummm, elf torture, well, I hope we made your expectation come true in this chapter *snicker*, next chapter should be worse......oups, it slipped *snicker*. Trin and I are glad that you are liking it :D.
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Again....please.....don't kill us!!!!! LOL.
Chapter Title: Hands of Hell 4/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: This chapter and the next are strongly rated R, due to Karine and Trin's extreme deranged minds and taste for pure torture and pain
Disclaimer: Do you actually think we own them?? Hell, if we owned them, we'd be on a tropical island right now, and their clothes would be mysteriously missing. As it is, we don't own them, and can only steal their clothes and watch them scramble trying to cover theirselves up. *cackles*
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
Aragorn's face held a look of grim determination as the swarm of Orcs made their way to him. 'There are two things that can happen now', he thought. 'One, this will go bad. And two, this will go VERY bad.'
As the Orcs got closer, he and Legolas stood back to back. The Elf was already taking down as many as he could with his bow before they got too close. But even the best archer in Mirkwood, and even perhaps all of Middle Earth, wasn't enough to hold them back. Soon Aragorn found himself face to face with some of the biggest, most vile Orc he had ever seen. And that was saying something.
Bringing his sword up, Aragorn blocked a blow meant to remove his head from his shoulders. The Warg wound hadn't been given the proper time to heal and was violently ripped open with the jarring move. Pushing the pain from his mind, Aragorn focused on staying alive. This battle wasn't only for his life, but for the life of his best friend, and the boy.
The Orc sidestepped and tried to bring his sword down on Aragorn's back. The ranger ducked and thrust his sword into the stomach of the Orc, who fell to the ground dying. Not even a second later, another took it's place.
Quickly feinting to the left and bringing his sword up to cut it's throat, Aragorn risked a look towards Legolas to see how he was doing. The Elf was faring quite well, his long knives making short work of any Orc in his path.
Bringing his attention back to the battle before him, Aragorn had to quickly roll out of the way as another Orc tried to behead him. He almost groaned to himself, as he saw the battle was moving himself and Legolas further apart.
Having no protection behind him now, the Orcs surrounded him and blocked his view of Legolas. Aragorn's shoulder was throbbing nonstop from the movement, although he was glad it wasn't his sword arm. Swinging around, Aragorn sliced the arm, sword and all, off a nearby Orc. That obviously wasn't enough to stop it, as it pulled out a wicked looking dagger and lunged at the ranger.
Aragorn ducked and threw the Orc over his shoulder before bringing his sword down and piercing it's chest. The Orc gurgled on it's own blood for a few minutes before finally dying a noisy death.
Strider sidestepped as another Orc swung at him, but wasn't fast enough to duck the fist of a second Orc. Staggering backwards, Aragorn attempted to wipe the blood from his eyes so he could see. That second was enough for the enemy, and several Orcs took their chance.
The first Orc who originally swung at the Ranger brought the hilt of it's dagger down on Aragorn's unprotected back. Gasping in pain, Aragorn attempted to rollover to jump up, but was stopped by the iron boot of another Orc in his ribs. Aragorn was sure he felt several of them crack.
He brought his sword up again and sliced through the throat of an Orc, it's black blood spraying all over the ranger, before another brought it's fist down upon the back of Aragorn's head.
His last thought before he blacked out was that he hoped Legolas could get away.
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As soon as they had spotted the orcs, Legolas took his bow and began to shoot most of them before they had to do hand-to-hand combat. Knowing that his friend was protecting his back, he could concentrate better on the foul beasts. So he kept shooting, arrow after arrow, and none of them missed their marks, it was always the kill point. Together, they have had plenty of "misadventures" like that, and the odds were always against them. But this time, it was different, for they were not fighting for themselves, but for the little boy who was hiding in the cave. Their only goal was to protect him, even at the cost of their own life.
When the orcs were too close for comfort, Legolas gave up is bow for his twin long knives. Legolas, unlike Aragorn, didn't have a healing wound, so he was faring better then his friend. With speed and grace that only the elves possessed, he began to attack the orcs with such rage that none of the orcs he faced were standing after he got through with them.
Legolas always kept an eye on his friend during the battle, and he remarked sadly that his friend was having difficulties with his healing shoulder. He would have gladly run to his side, but the orcs kept pushing them further apart from each other. "This is not going good", he thought as he beheaded another orc. Since Aragorn was not protecting his back anymore, Legolas quickly got surrounded.
There seem to be a stand off as all the orcs were inspecting him. Legolas shuddered inwardly at the evil grins these orcs were giving him, but it never broke the look of calm and control that was set on his face. Before the orcs got the chance to attack, he lunged at two of them, stabbing them both in throat with his twin knives. He didn't to time to see if they were dead, for more came charging at him.
He turned around just in time to block a blow meant to slice his head off. But, it took him both his knives, and, so while he was blocking the blow, another orc slashed him in the back, which made Legolas arch in pain. Doing so, his arms both fell to his side and the orc gained an opening at him and use it to slash him on the face, while another struck him with the hilt of his blade, sending Legolas into oblivion. It was then that for the first time, the Prince of Mirkwood, fell to the hands of orcs.
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Aragorn groaned as he woke back up. He was hoping it was all a nightmare, that he hadn't been captured by Orcs, and when he opened his eyes, he would be back in his own bed in Rivendell.
Hearing the growling and snarling from nearby creatures, his hopes were completely dashed. Ah well, maybe Legolas got away...
"Well well, lookey here boys! Looks like our prisoner is awake!" The ranger opened his eyes and stared into the face of the Orc leader. Rough hands grabbed Aragorn and yanked him to his feet. He bit back a groan of pain as his shoulder protested the move.
The Orc leader looked him up and down with such an intense hatred that it made Aragorn shudder.
"A Ranger. What is a Ranger doing traveling with an Elf?"
Aragorn steeled his jaw, and stared straight ahead. He made no move to answer.
"Stubborn eh? Well, we'll beat that habit out of you." The leader smiled cruelly.
At this, the other Orcs gave a howl of excitement.
"So, I'll ask again. What is a ranger doing traveling with an elf?"
"Discussing hair care?" As soon as that left his mouth, Aragorn knew it was a mistake. An Orc fist came rushing towards his middle, and knocked the breath out of him.
The Orc leader glared at Aragorn, before looking back at the others. "Teach him a lesson, but DON'T kill him. I want that pleasure."
The Orcs nodded, and he walked off in another direction.
'Why is he leaving unless....oh no......Legolas.' Aragorn thought. His attention was brought back to his own predicament as another fist found his sensitive stomach.
"Ready to have some fun, human?" The Orc growled.
Another sarcastic comment almost passed Aragorn's lips, but he thought better of it. Best not provoke them any further. As if that would save him from further pain anyway.
The Orc leaned down in Aragorn's face. "I'm Yul-Erk. Remember my name human, you'll be screaming it later."
Yul-Erk looked Aragorn over, and grabbed his shoulder wound, pushing his thumb roughly in the jagged hole.
Aragorn had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. He felt a warm trickle of blood running down his arm and watched as the Orc licked it off his fingers.
"Turn him over. Tie him down." Yul-Erk turned around, and Aragorn was flipped onto his stomach.
Aragorn looked as the Orcs brandished a U shaped piece of metal, with pointed ends.
"Get ready to scream." One whispered in his ear.
His hands were pressed down flat onto the ground. Suddenly, understanding filled Aragorn. He started struggling and bucking, trying to escape the grasp of the Orcs.
His struggling abruptly ended as he was knocked on the back of the head. Spots danced before his eyes, and he was vaguely aware of his hands being pressed against the cold hard earth again.
That was, until, a piece of metal was driven through one of them.
Aragorn screamed. It was a primal scream, full of pain and angst. The trees shuddered at the emotion released from the ranger, and the sky seemed to darken more, taking away the little light they had.
Another spike was driven through his other hand, securing it to the ground. The screams ended when the pain got to be too much for Aragorn, and he finally passed out.
Through all this, unbeknownst to Aragorn, another scream also filled the air.
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Elrond sighed, and leaned against the railing looking out over Imladris. He thought of his foster son, and smiled. No doubt the young ranger was getting himself into as much trouble as possible.
Elrond's ears jerked as he heard the light footfall of his sons, Elladan and Elrohir.
"You'll have to be quieter than that, if you wish to sneak up on me."
"Now why would you think we're trying to do that, Ada?" Elladan grinned.
Elrond raised an eyebrow at his son, and gave him the 'yeah right' look. Taking his sons by the shoulders, he said,
"You expect me to believe that after all the-"
Whatever else Elrond was going to say was cut short as a sharp pain filled his head. The pain increased, and he clutched at his temples.
"ADA?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Elladan tried to remove his fathers hands, as Elrond started gasping for breath.
The pain spread, and Elrond's shoulder felt as if it had caught fire. His hands were throbbing mercilessly, and the pain became unbearable. His mind started blacking out, and he saw images that would give him nightmares for years. Aragorn, lying on the ground with spikes driven through his hands, surrounded by Orcs. His foster son was screaming, the screams full of such pain that Elrond wished he could trade places with him. The images vanished, and Elrond passed out into the arms of his sons.
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"-he might be coming around."
Elrond blinked and opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of his twin sons. He gathered them both in a hug, and a single tear slid down his cheek. Aragorn........
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As soon as Legolas opened his eyes, he groan inwardly, for he was sitting on the ground, and he was surrounded by orcs who seemed ecstatic that he had woke up. He saw what seemed to be the leader walking straight towards him; he was coming from another part of the camp where a band of orcs were gathered around something. "Aragorn", he thought sadly, the realization that his friend had not managed to get away was like a dagger to his heart.
Soon the leader stood before him and he glared at his "plaything" for a time, but Legolas didn't flinch under the leader's regard. The orc took that as a sign of stubbornness and he backhanded the elf with enough force to send the prince to the ground. Two orcs pick him up and forced him into his previous position, but this time they didn't let go of him.
"So" The leader said. "What are you doing with a human, elf?" The last word was spit and it made Legolas glare at the orc, but he didn't answered.
His stubbornness earned him another backhanding, but this time it split his lip. Then the leader repeated his question, but with more insistence this time.
"Why do you care?" He said in a bitter voice.
This continued for a couple of minutes, and each time Legolas' answer was more and more sarcastic and each time he received a kick in the ribs. Then, the leader seeing that he wouldn't answer, decided that he would have some fun with the elf. He barked to some orcs in the black tongue, which Legolas didn't understand.
Legolas suddenly shuddered, not because of the evil grin that the orcs were giving him, more because of what they brought. One of the orc had a chain with metal shackles on it, he went and pass it around a nearby tree. With that done, the orcs dragged Legolas, who was thrashing around in an effort to escape their grips.
When they arrived at the tree, they put the metal shackles around Legolas' wrists. But, these were not normal metal shackles, these one had metal spikes in it, and as soon as they were put around his wrist, the spikes entered in his skin, and it made him howl in pain.
"What are the elves are "better" at?" The leader asked no one in particular. "Oh...yeah.....I know........archery.....and this one seems really good at it too. It would be a pity if he couldn't do it anymore, wouldn't it" He sneered.
"Tell me elf, how would you use a bow if your hands were broken....PERMANENTLY." he added, with an evil grin.
At this, some orcs went to hold the prince, while one hold his arm to the ground. Legolas wanted to struggle, to escape their grip, but each time he moved, the spikes of the bound made him howled in pain. So when the leader approached him with a mace and hit his right hand with all his force, and then did the same for his left's one. Legolas fingers were crushed and that was the most excruciating pain he felt.
He felt small drop of water fall on his cheek when he thought of his hands and realized that he was crying. He cursed his weakness, at the same time hoping that they would leave him alone. But his hopes were crushed when they built a fire near him; he doubted that the fire was meant to make him warm.
Soon, the leader approached him with a torch and kept bringing the fire closer to Legolas' chest. Legolas bit his tongue to keep the scream of pain that was threatening to escape him, while also tying to hold still for his wrist's sake.
But, the fire kept coming closer and closer to his bare chest, to a point were he couldn't take it anymore and thrash around, trying in vain to put distance between him and the flame. But, that was exactly what the orc had wanted, because when he struggled, the spikes kept entering in his wrists, and he voiced a deep yell of pain. Because of his own yell and pain, he didn't heard Aragorns howl of pain from the other part of the camp. When he finally passed out from the pain, his wrists were bleeding freely. But, before passing out, he moaned, "Ada".
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Thranduil was sitting on his throne and listening to the Captain of his guard's report about the border patrol. He was about to dismiss his Captain when a sudden wave of excruciating pain passed through him. It seemed as him his hands were crushed and his chest was burning.
Just before passing out, he saw his son, lying on the forest floor, in pain, all bruised and bloodied and he heard him moaning, "Ada". And then the King saw no more, for darkness claimed him.
When he woke again, everyone was crowded around him. He sat up, and yelled,
"GET MY HORSE READY"
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When Legolas opened his eyes again, he vaguely saw Aragorn hovering over him, but he was in too much pain to actually wake completely. There was no way that they could get out of this, Legolas thought. He was in so much pain that when darkness tried to overtake him, he gave up, hoping to never wake again.
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TBC
*blink blink* That wasn't too much of a cliffie.....was it? *blink blink* Technically two cliffies from both of us..............you wouldn't hurt us would you guys?? You love us too much...............right? Umm............if you kill us we can't write the next chapter!!!!! *Trin jumps behind Karine and shoves her forward to blood thirsty readers* TAKE HER!!!! *dust cloud as Trin runs off*
Karine: ...oh crap....
REVIEWS -
Gwyn ~ Hummm, elf torture, well, I hope we made your expectation come true in this chapter *snicker*, next chapter should be worse......oups, it slipped *snicker*. Trin and I are glad that you are liking it :D.
Firniswin ~ You hate cliffies, well you won't love this chapter, nor the next and the next........ *snicker evilly* Trin and I are very glad that you're liking our fic :D
Goblz ~ *Pick Spark jaw from the floor* You'll need it to drop it again in this chapter and the next and the next, well, you get it grin evilly*. NOOOOOOOOOOO, Spark, if you write that fic, WE'RE GOING TO BE SO EVIL THAT YOU'LL SURELY DIE FALLING FROM OUR CLIFFIE. ROTFLAMO!!!!! Trin and I are glad that you like it :D:D
Again....please.....don't kill us!!!!! LOL.