Title: Duty of the Heart
Chapter Title: Pain, Hurt, and Grief 5/?
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: Getting really tired of saying this. We *don't* own them, despite the fact we torture/maim/kill/kiss/smarm/whip/beat/cut/smack/hit/kick/filley/wack/pounce on them/whatever else evil you can think of/ them. Seriously, you'd think we *did* own them by now, but noooooo. Stupid legal stuff. Okay, we own their *clones*. Their *naked* clones. Happy? ;)
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...
Chapter Five
Aragorn came to with a gasp when a bucket of water was thrown on him.
"Wake up, scum! The fun's just beginning!" An orc yelled, cackling to himself.
Aragorn suddenly had the crazy notion that he didn't want to be awake right then. The pain in his hands doubled when his fingers twitched, and he knew he didn't want to be awake.
"Our boss says we can do whatever we want to you. What do you say to that?" The Orc laughed, and kicked Aragorn in the side.
Aragorn could think of quite a few things to say, most included screaming at the top of his lungs. He held back though. Aragorn had the feeling that he was going to be doing quite a lot of screaming in the near future.
"Strip him."
Aragorn groaned as his shirt was removed, as was his boots, until he was clad only in his breeches. This.....was going to be bad.
Yul-Erk crouched down in front of Aragorn so the human could see him.
"Isn't this a pretty thing?" The orc dangled a whip in front of Aragorn. The whip, he noticed, had little metal hooks sewed into the end.
"Very painful device. One of my favorite to use on *humans* like you. Although your pretty elf friend will probably taste it before this night is over with."
"Leave him alone! You can beat me, just leave him alone!" Aragorn struggled slightly, and had to keep from crying out as his hands were put through agony.
Yul-Erk leaned in closer to Aragorns face so that the man could smell his rancid breath. "Well now, that's a mighty nice offer. But we already have plans for the elf." The orc sneered, and stood back up.
Aragorn had a split second when he felt the displacement in air to realize the whip was heading towards his back. He felt it rake like fire against his skin, the hooks catching and ripping deep shallows into his flesh.
Over and over again, the whip rained down on his unprotected body. Several times it went across his legs, shredding his breeches until they hung loosely against his limbs.
Aragorn gasped and whimpered, feeling the blood pool around his body. His hands were a mess, having tried to get loose repeatedly only to be met with torn skin and white hot pain.
Finally, when Aragorn was on the brink of losing consciousness, the whip stopped.
For a few minutes Aragorn heard nothing but the rustling of the Orcs, and he wondered what they were up to. His terror slowly grew, while his mind thought up torture after torture that the Orcs could be planning.
When he thought he was going to go insane, one of the foul beings stepped up beside him. Aragorn could see nothing but he heard something swishing around, it sounded like someone shaking up a water skin.
The Orc bent down and poured something onto the mans wounds; Aragorn screamed as he felt the poison enter his bloodstream. It was also poured onto his hands and legs, until finally Aragorn couldn't breathe for the pain.
Again that night, Aragorn's mind couldn't take the torture, and he passed out.
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Aragorn awoke when a foot connected with his jaw. Grunting in pain, he tried to glare at the offending Orc.
"Wimpy human, can't even stay awake for the good part."
Strider almost laughed to himself. How much "better" could it get?!
His question was answered when Yul-Erk returned with a flask of something that Aragorn probably didn't want anywhere near him.
"Open up." Yul-Erk smiled evilly.
"No thank you. My ada said never to take food or drink from strangers." Aragorn muttered.
"Well your ada isn't here now is he?!" The orc grasped Aragorn by the throat, cutting off his air supply. Right when Aragorn thought he was going to pass out, the Orc released him. His body instantly reacted, taking in several big gulps of air. Yul-Erk poured the poison into Aragorn's mouth at that moment, causing the human to cough and sputter. His nose and mouth were suddenly closed off, until Aragorn had no choice but to swallow in order to breathe.
The poison stung as it traveled down his throat, and soon he felt as if his whole body was on fire. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped, and his body felt as if it were made of ice.
This kept on for a long time, until Aragorn had lost all sense of time or place. His world was pure pain and torment, he knew nothing else. His body spasmed with each turn from fire to ice, and his hands went numb from the blood loss.
The poison slowly tapered off, leaving Aragorn weak and exhausted. The world spun around him, and he felt as if he were going to be ill.
"Now, to make sure you don't escape..." The Orc trailed off, and grabbed something that was lying in the fire.
The flat of a heated sword was placed on the bottom of both of Aragorn's feet. Not having the strength to scream, Strider whimpered slightly.
One of the spikes in his hands were roughly yanked upwards out of the ground, and out of his hand. The Orc grabbed his arm, and turned it so that the inside of his wrist was pointing upwards. Taking a small heated metal brand, the Orc placed it on the wrist, just below the hand. The metal hissed as it met skin, and left a blood red mark. A mark that would stay with Aragorn for the rest of his life.
The other spike was ripped up, and his arm flapped lifelessly on the ground. "Leave him there, I doubt he can even move his head." Yul-Erk laughed.
He only hoped that Thomas and Legolas weren't going through the same thing, and mostly that Thomas was still safely tucked away in the cave.
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Legolas was feeling good, too good. He didn't felt the pain, in fact, he was not with the orcs anymore, he was back in Mirkwood. He was happily talking with his father when he heard a deep yell, full of pain anguish. "Aragorn," he thought.
"NO!" He told himself, "I cannot be at peace while Aragorn is not." With that he woke up, only to be looking straight in the eyes of the leader.
"You sleep well 'princess'." The leader said, grinning maliciously.
"Okay, I'm ready to go back to darkness now." He thought sarcastically. Unfortunately for him, very bad things would happen to him before he would be able to "sleep".
Before Legolas could actually answer something, he was drag to the "play ground" as the orcs called it. They put him the same shackles as last time, and the leader now stood in front of him with a whip with little metal hooks sewed into the end. There was blood dripping from it.
"See this blood here," He said. "This is your friend's blood. From what I've heard, Yul-Erk here had much fun with your friend while you were sleeping."
Legolas was so enraged at this that he began to struggle against his shackles, with the intend to hit him. He struggled so hard that he actually managed to kick the leader and send him flying backwards. He didn't care about the punishment he would receive for that, he needed to do it, for Aragorn.
And punishment he did receive, for both the leader and Yul-Erk had in hand one of the wicked whip, and they both began to whip him, all the while laughing evilly.
Pain. Pure Pain. The kind that would kill a stronger one in mere minutes, yet Legolas resisted. Each time the whip connected with his bare skin, he wanted to die because it hurt him so much.
He screamed each time they hit him, a scream that would break the heart of any living creature that had compassion in them. To an elf's ear, it would seem that even the trees were screaming in chorused with Legolas. But, Legolas wasn't even trying to hide his pain or hold up his screams; he had no dignity left, no more pride, he had nothing left in him. Had he been alone in this situation, he would have given up for real a long time ago.
But he was not, Aragorn and little Thomas were also here, and he would be strong for them, only for them. He only prayed that Thomas would not be caught. Then between two slaps of the whip, a terrible thought hit him, Thomas could probably see all of this from his hiding spot and that broke his heart. The boy had already seen too much in his short life, and now to witness this. There was no word that Legolas could find that would exactly describe what the boy might be thinking at the moment. Nothing could explain what the boy was thinking.
When they finally stopped, Legolas was just a bloody mess. Just before passing out from the excruciating pain he was in, he heard the leader say,
"We'll let you rest for a bit, we'll have more fun later."
Legolas was still unconscious when they decided that they wanted to have some fun. So he woke up when a foot connected with his ribs and he looked up to see the leader grinning at him.
"Ready to have more fun, elf." Legolas never got the chance to answer.
After a "Let's kick the elf as hard as we can" game, the leader reappeared before the elf.
"Now my toy, do you recognize this mark?" He asked shoving a metal brand in front of the prince.
Legolas gasped when he saw mark on the stick, proving to the leader that he indeed knew it. That was the mark of the Dark Lord, one that identified you as a slave to the orcs or the Dark Lord himself. The mark was a ring, to represent the One Ring and on the inside there was a eye. Legolas knew that if he had this mark branded on him, he would never be able to move on from this experience, that is if he lived to see the end of this living nightmare.
"After you have this mark, we'll be able to have much more fun," The leader said while putting the brand into the fire.
During this time, the surrounding orcs had removed Legolas' shackles and were holding him in place, his right hand turned to point upward and then the leader approached him with the metal brand. Legolas' hand was broken; his wrist was bleeding again because of the shackles. So when the brand connected with his wrist, the excruciating wave of pain that passed through his body made him nearly fall unconscious. He didn't had time to "sleep" for a minute after they were dragging him to be near Aragorn again.
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Thomas trembled as he watched from his hideout in the cave. The screams of pain grated on his ears. In his mind, he replayed the Orc attack against his parents all over again. He saw himself, running away, and his parents being brutally murdered. In his heart, he knew that his parents were dead, and that he would never see them again.
He also knew that if he ran now, he would never see his two friends again. Orcs were relentless, they'd beat them and beat them until they were finally dead.
Thomas sighed. He'd never be able to live with himself if he did nothing. He had to help them.
Nodding to himself and setting his chin, he stood up. Running towards the Orc camp as fast as his little legs would carry him, he yelled, "HEY BIG UGLY HEADS! BET YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!"
Taking off, he fled into the forest hoping that his friends could now escape.
The Orcs, thinking the two prisoners were down for the count, fled after the boy. Their shrieks of delight echoed throughout the forest, making the trees shudder as they passed them by.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn jerked back into awareness as he heard Thomas yell. Lifting his head ever so slightly, he caught sight of the boy rushing off into the forest, along with all of the Orcs in the camp.
"Oh no, Thomas. What have you done?"
Steeling himself, he raised his body painfully to his knees. He would not sit by while the boy was killed. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his legs under him, and shakily stood up. The burns on his feet were pure agony touching the rough forest floor.
Looking to the side, where Legolas was staring off into space, Aragorn shook him slightly. He didn't know what exactly was wrong with the elf, but it wasn't good.
"Come mellon nin, it is out time to escape."
Legolas nodded slowly, and Aragorn helped him to stand up.
They both staggered off in the direction of the cave to pick up their weapons and packs. The horses were long gone, having been scared off in the initial attack. Probably headed back to Rivendell or Mirkwood by now.
Hefting the heavy pack onto his flayed back, Aragorn grunted in pain. He watched Legolas do the same, and they both headed off towards the direction of the boy.
They would come back with him, or they wouldn't come back at all.
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Legolas was the first to reach Thomas, they boy was lying on his back, an arrow protruding from his chest. He had been left for dead there by the orcs. Legolas bent down beside him and with a trembling hand, he reached for the boy's neck to check for a pulse. His heart stop beating when he felt none and he turned to look at his friend who was standing a few feet away.
When Aragorn saw Legolas' eyes sparkle with unshed tears, he knew then that the boy was dead, but his heart didn't want to believe it. He went beside the boy, fell to his knees and took the boy in his lap and he weep. After more than a couple of minutes, Legolas put a hand on his shoulder and told him,
"He is dead mellon nin, there is nothing else we can do. The only thing that we should do, is bury him, as to not leave his body for the animals." He then added. "We should treat our wounds before."
Each of them bounded the injuries of the other, beginning with their hands. Aragorn bound his own because Legolas couldn't do anything with his. When Aragorn finish with his, he proceeded to reset all of Legolas' fingers and he bound them carefully. After that, they bound the rest of their injuries. When they were finally finished, it was time to take care of the boy.
They began to dig the grave, painfully but surely. After they had finished, Aragorn shot a glance at his friend. Although he was not an elf, the small amount of elvish blood that he had made him feel something that he did not like; his friend was fading. The torture he had had to endure in the last two day, and now the death of little Thomas, was taking his toll on the Prince. That was why Aragorn could sense him fading, for his friend was slowly dying of a broken heart. Pushing theses thought aside, his grieving mind refusing them at the moment, he put the boy in the grave.
"Be at peace tithen maethor." Legolas said softly while trying to hold back a sob, but failing miserably.
As they were about to put the dirt on the boy, an arrow came flying in the clearing, hitting Aragorn in the chest. The ranger fell to his knees, then blacked out as his blood was spilling profusely from his wound.
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*cough*.......
IT WAS ALL KARINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *again*
Besides, you can't kill Trin. Trin is smart, sweet, sexy, lovable, *innocent*, cute, insane, and has to finish Sacrifices Born From Love. Seeeee, Trin can't be harmed!!!!! (AT ALL!!!!)
Karine on the other hand................
*cackle*
*Trin runs off*
Reviews -
Gwyn ~ Well, here is the worse, hope you enjoyed *snicker* We're glad that you are liking this fic :D:D.
Wilwarin ~ I so wouldn't want to hear your scream now *cackle* And Yul-Erk is on OUR side =P.
Goblz ~ We are both glad that you like our father's part :D:D. And I guess that after this cliffie, I guess that we are in for it in the revenge fic *cackle*
TBC.....
Chapter Title: Pain, Hurt, and Grief 5/?
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: Getting really tired of saying this. We *don't* own them, despite the fact we torture/maim/kill/kiss/smarm/whip/beat/cut/smack/hit/kick/filley/wack/pounce on them/whatever else evil you can think of/ them. Seriously, you'd think we *did* own them by now, but noooooo. Stupid legal stuff. Okay, we own their *clones*. Their *naked* clones. Happy? ;)
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...
Chapter Five
Aragorn came to with a gasp when a bucket of water was thrown on him.
"Wake up, scum! The fun's just beginning!" An orc yelled, cackling to himself.
Aragorn suddenly had the crazy notion that he didn't want to be awake right then. The pain in his hands doubled when his fingers twitched, and he knew he didn't want to be awake.
"Our boss says we can do whatever we want to you. What do you say to that?" The Orc laughed, and kicked Aragorn in the side.
Aragorn could think of quite a few things to say, most included screaming at the top of his lungs. He held back though. Aragorn had the feeling that he was going to be doing quite a lot of screaming in the near future.
"Strip him."
Aragorn groaned as his shirt was removed, as was his boots, until he was clad only in his breeches. This.....was going to be bad.
Yul-Erk crouched down in front of Aragorn so the human could see him.
"Isn't this a pretty thing?" The orc dangled a whip in front of Aragorn. The whip, he noticed, had little metal hooks sewed into the end.
"Very painful device. One of my favorite to use on *humans* like you. Although your pretty elf friend will probably taste it before this night is over with."
"Leave him alone! You can beat me, just leave him alone!" Aragorn struggled slightly, and had to keep from crying out as his hands were put through agony.
Yul-Erk leaned in closer to Aragorns face so that the man could smell his rancid breath. "Well now, that's a mighty nice offer. But we already have plans for the elf." The orc sneered, and stood back up.
Aragorn had a split second when he felt the displacement in air to realize the whip was heading towards his back. He felt it rake like fire against his skin, the hooks catching and ripping deep shallows into his flesh.
Over and over again, the whip rained down on his unprotected body. Several times it went across his legs, shredding his breeches until they hung loosely against his limbs.
Aragorn gasped and whimpered, feeling the blood pool around his body. His hands were a mess, having tried to get loose repeatedly only to be met with torn skin and white hot pain.
Finally, when Aragorn was on the brink of losing consciousness, the whip stopped.
For a few minutes Aragorn heard nothing but the rustling of the Orcs, and he wondered what they were up to. His terror slowly grew, while his mind thought up torture after torture that the Orcs could be planning.
When he thought he was going to go insane, one of the foul beings stepped up beside him. Aragorn could see nothing but he heard something swishing around, it sounded like someone shaking up a water skin.
The Orc bent down and poured something onto the mans wounds; Aragorn screamed as he felt the poison enter his bloodstream. It was also poured onto his hands and legs, until finally Aragorn couldn't breathe for the pain.
Again that night, Aragorn's mind couldn't take the torture, and he passed out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn awoke when a foot connected with his jaw. Grunting in pain, he tried to glare at the offending Orc.
"Wimpy human, can't even stay awake for the good part."
Strider almost laughed to himself. How much "better" could it get?!
His question was answered when Yul-Erk returned with a flask of something that Aragorn probably didn't want anywhere near him.
"Open up." Yul-Erk smiled evilly.
"No thank you. My ada said never to take food or drink from strangers." Aragorn muttered.
"Well your ada isn't here now is he?!" The orc grasped Aragorn by the throat, cutting off his air supply. Right when Aragorn thought he was going to pass out, the Orc released him. His body instantly reacted, taking in several big gulps of air. Yul-Erk poured the poison into Aragorn's mouth at that moment, causing the human to cough and sputter. His nose and mouth were suddenly closed off, until Aragorn had no choice but to swallow in order to breathe.
The poison stung as it traveled down his throat, and soon he felt as if his whole body was on fire. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped, and his body felt as if it were made of ice.
This kept on for a long time, until Aragorn had lost all sense of time or place. His world was pure pain and torment, he knew nothing else. His body spasmed with each turn from fire to ice, and his hands went numb from the blood loss.
The poison slowly tapered off, leaving Aragorn weak and exhausted. The world spun around him, and he felt as if he were going to be ill.
"Now, to make sure you don't escape..." The Orc trailed off, and grabbed something that was lying in the fire.
The flat of a heated sword was placed on the bottom of both of Aragorn's feet. Not having the strength to scream, Strider whimpered slightly.
One of the spikes in his hands were roughly yanked upwards out of the ground, and out of his hand. The Orc grabbed his arm, and turned it so that the inside of his wrist was pointing upwards. Taking a small heated metal brand, the Orc placed it on the wrist, just below the hand. The metal hissed as it met skin, and left a blood red mark. A mark that would stay with Aragorn for the rest of his life.
The other spike was ripped up, and his arm flapped lifelessly on the ground. "Leave him there, I doubt he can even move his head." Yul-Erk laughed.
He only hoped that Thomas and Legolas weren't going through the same thing, and mostly that Thomas was still safely tucked away in the cave.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas was feeling good, too good. He didn't felt the pain, in fact, he was not with the orcs anymore, he was back in Mirkwood. He was happily talking with his father when he heard a deep yell, full of pain anguish. "Aragorn," he thought.
"NO!" He told himself, "I cannot be at peace while Aragorn is not." With that he woke up, only to be looking straight in the eyes of the leader.
"You sleep well 'princess'." The leader said, grinning maliciously.
"Okay, I'm ready to go back to darkness now." He thought sarcastically. Unfortunately for him, very bad things would happen to him before he would be able to "sleep".
Before Legolas could actually answer something, he was drag to the "play ground" as the orcs called it. They put him the same shackles as last time, and the leader now stood in front of him with a whip with little metal hooks sewed into the end. There was blood dripping from it.
"See this blood here," He said. "This is your friend's blood. From what I've heard, Yul-Erk here had much fun with your friend while you were sleeping."
Legolas was so enraged at this that he began to struggle against his shackles, with the intend to hit him. He struggled so hard that he actually managed to kick the leader and send him flying backwards. He didn't care about the punishment he would receive for that, he needed to do it, for Aragorn.
And punishment he did receive, for both the leader and Yul-Erk had in hand one of the wicked whip, and they both began to whip him, all the while laughing evilly.
Pain. Pure Pain. The kind that would kill a stronger one in mere minutes, yet Legolas resisted. Each time the whip connected with his bare skin, he wanted to die because it hurt him so much.
He screamed each time they hit him, a scream that would break the heart of any living creature that had compassion in them. To an elf's ear, it would seem that even the trees were screaming in chorused with Legolas. But, Legolas wasn't even trying to hide his pain or hold up his screams; he had no dignity left, no more pride, he had nothing left in him. Had he been alone in this situation, he would have given up for real a long time ago.
But he was not, Aragorn and little Thomas were also here, and he would be strong for them, only for them. He only prayed that Thomas would not be caught. Then between two slaps of the whip, a terrible thought hit him, Thomas could probably see all of this from his hiding spot and that broke his heart. The boy had already seen too much in his short life, and now to witness this. There was no word that Legolas could find that would exactly describe what the boy might be thinking at the moment. Nothing could explain what the boy was thinking.
When they finally stopped, Legolas was just a bloody mess. Just before passing out from the excruciating pain he was in, he heard the leader say,
"We'll let you rest for a bit, we'll have more fun later."
Legolas was still unconscious when they decided that they wanted to have some fun. So he woke up when a foot connected with his ribs and he looked up to see the leader grinning at him.
"Ready to have more fun, elf." Legolas never got the chance to answer.
After a "Let's kick the elf as hard as we can" game, the leader reappeared before the elf.
"Now my toy, do you recognize this mark?" He asked shoving a metal brand in front of the prince.
Legolas gasped when he saw mark on the stick, proving to the leader that he indeed knew it. That was the mark of the Dark Lord, one that identified you as a slave to the orcs or the Dark Lord himself. The mark was a ring, to represent the One Ring and on the inside there was a eye. Legolas knew that if he had this mark branded on him, he would never be able to move on from this experience, that is if he lived to see the end of this living nightmare.
"After you have this mark, we'll be able to have much more fun," The leader said while putting the brand into the fire.
During this time, the surrounding orcs had removed Legolas' shackles and were holding him in place, his right hand turned to point upward and then the leader approached him with the metal brand. Legolas' hand was broken; his wrist was bleeding again because of the shackles. So when the brand connected with his wrist, the excruciating wave of pain that passed through his body made him nearly fall unconscious. He didn't had time to "sleep" for a minute after they were dragging him to be near Aragorn again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thomas trembled as he watched from his hideout in the cave. The screams of pain grated on his ears. In his mind, he replayed the Orc attack against his parents all over again. He saw himself, running away, and his parents being brutally murdered. In his heart, he knew that his parents were dead, and that he would never see them again.
He also knew that if he ran now, he would never see his two friends again. Orcs were relentless, they'd beat them and beat them until they were finally dead.
Thomas sighed. He'd never be able to live with himself if he did nothing. He had to help them.
Nodding to himself and setting his chin, he stood up. Running towards the Orc camp as fast as his little legs would carry him, he yelled, "HEY BIG UGLY HEADS! BET YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!"
Taking off, he fled into the forest hoping that his friends could now escape.
The Orcs, thinking the two prisoners were down for the count, fled after the boy. Their shrieks of delight echoed throughout the forest, making the trees shudder as they passed them by.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn jerked back into awareness as he heard Thomas yell. Lifting his head ever so slightly, he caught sight of the boy rushing off into the forest, along with all of the Orcs in the camp.
"Oh no, Thomas. What have you done?"
Steeling himself, he raised his body painfully to his knees. He would not sit by while the boy was killed. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his legs under him, and shakily stood up. The burns on his feet were pure agony touching the rough forest floor.
Looking to the side, where Legolas was staring off into space, Aragorn shook him slightly. He didn't know what exactly was wrong with the elf, but it wasn't good.
"Come mellon nin, it is out time to escape."
Legolas nodded slowly, and Aragorn helped him to stand up.
They both staggered off in the direction of the cave to pick up their weapons and packs. The horses were long gone, having been scared off in the initial attack. Probably headed back to Rivendell or Mirkwood by now.
Hefting the heavy pack onto his flayed back, Aragorn grunted in pain. He watched Legolas do the same, and they both headed off towards the direction of the boy.
They would come back with him, or they wouldn't come back at all.
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Legolas was the first to reach Thomas, they boy was lying on his back, an arrow protruding from his chest. He had been left for dead there by the orcs. Legolas bent down beside him and with a trembling hand, he reached for the boy's neck to check for a pulse. His heart stop beating when he felt none and he turned to look at his friend who was standing a few feet away.
When Aragorn saw Legolas' eyes sparkle with unshed tears, he knew then that the boy was dead, but his heart didn't want to believe it. He went beside the boy, fell to his knees and took the boy in his lap and he weep. After more than a couple of minutes, Legolas put a hand on his shoulder and told him,
"He is dead mellon nin, there is nothing else we can do. The only thing that we should do, is bury him, as to not leave his body for the animals." He then added. "We should treat our wounds before."
Each of them bounded the injuries of the other, beginning with their hands. Aragorn bound his own because Legolas couldn't do anything with his. When Aragorn finish with his, he proceeded to reset all of Legolas' fingers and he bound them carefully. After that, they bound the rest of their injuries. When they were finally finished, it was time to take care of the boy.
They began to dig the grave, painfully but surely. After they had finished, Aragorn shot a glance at his friend. Although he was not an elf, the small amount of elvish blood that he had made him feel something that he did not like; his friend was fading. The torture he had had to endure in the last two day, and now the death of little Thomas, was taking his toll on the Prince. That was why Aragorn could sense him fading, for his friend was slowly dying of a broken heart. Pushing theses thought aside, his grieving mind refusing them at the moment, he put the boy in the grave.
"Be at peace tithen maethor." Legolas said softly while trying to hold back a sob, but failing miserably.
As they were about to put the dirt on the boy, an arrow came flying in the clearing, hitting Aragorn in the chest. The ranger fell to his knees, then blacked out as his blood was spilling profusely from his wound.
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*cough*.......
IT WAS ALL KARINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *again*
Besides, you can't kill Trin. Trin is smart, sweet, sexy, lovable, *innocent*, cute, insane, and has to finish Sacrifices Born From Love. Seeeee, Trin can't be harmed!!!!! (AT ALL!!!!)
Karine on the other hand................
*cackle*
*Trin runs off*
Reviews -
Gwyn ~ Well, here is the worse, hope you enjoyed *snicker* We're glad that you are liking this fic :D:D.
Wilwarin ~ I so wouldn't want to hear your scream now *cackle* And Yul-Erk is on OUR side =P.
Goblz ~ We are both glad that you like our father's part :D:D. And I guess that after this cliffie, I guess that we are in for it in the revenge fic *cackle*
TBC.....