Ok, wow chapter 6 already. But I know why we are far, because of my problems of making longer chapters. But I try. Anyway. Enough of that.
Now I can tell you why I was absent for so long, I caught the flu and was not able to get on the computer for a while. I am sorry it took so long and I hope you like this chapter.
Well maybe, Leggylover03, Hope this suffices for now.
No, Lady Laswen. The slaves are the humans. The elves are the slave drivers. Thanks for asking though, I was wondering if I put that clear enough. I guess not.
Thanks Star-stallion!!!! I am glad you liked them. Hope you like this.
Now Linwen. Don't get your self all in a tissy. Here it is.
Wow! Ymmas Sirron! Thanks! I think that is like the best compliment ever. I am very proud you like my little stories so incredibly much I am glad. Thanks!!!!!
Yes Newmoon, this is before his heritage is revealed and the reason I refer to him as Aragorn is because it gets really boring and awful tiring referring to him as Estel all the time. And in this chapter he gets a new name, so things are looking up for me. And I did notice that Legolas called him Aragorn aloud in chapter 2. I think that was either because, he was so busy he forgot. Or, I made a mistake. I think I might have made a little boo boo. And as for being trapped in the cave. You kinda have to read "Where Once was Light". And I will explain soon who the captors are. But anyway, so ya. Hope that answers everything and I am glad you like the story.
Hehe, yup. Kneel he did Nikki1. Sorry, but you can't have a bad guy who is not so bad. Would ruin things slightly. Thanks for the review.
Thanks farscapeangel ! I think I will put more of that in later. Thanks for reviewing!!!!!
Who knew one could type such a long review Lina Skye. Wonderful though! I like to read your reviews. As I have said, they make me laugh real hard. Hehe, liked how you used 'EARGFH!' Like that one. It's interesting. Hehe. Hope this is enough to suffice your reading needs for now.
Well estelswolf, hate to break it to ya. But they will not be finding that out any time soon. Seeing as how he does not even know of his own heritage yet. Thanks, I am glad you find my story interesting.
Alright. All done. Wow, my reader list is getting quite long. And I have to say this real quick…..Haven't gotten a flame yet!!!!! YAY! But that does not mean I want one. No Flaming!!!!!! I will recycle them into lovely Christmas cards.
Chapter 6
Legolas watched as two of the tall figures came forward from across the plains, no smiles or happiness evident on their features.
Their slight bodies showed of their immortal blood and they carried a staff in one hand, a whip fastened to their leather belts.
And the unseen, a hidden knife that was in their heavy boots. Incase of failure to comply from their mortal slaves.
Both were light haired and seemed unpleased to see the other elves, though Legolas could not tell. It might just be that they were never happy.
"Thank you boys. They will take it from here. Go an take rest, replenish." Donolea motioned towards the settlement off in the distance.
The three weary elves walked away, letting the more rested elves take the ropes of their prisoners.
"Tarpen, meet Tocal and Mosa." the red haired elf watched with pleasure as Mosa took Legolas's ropes and began to lead him away.
The elf prince eyed the odd elf and stumbled after Mosa, who was taller and stronger than him.
"I will be there soon to check on you." Donolea called after the two.
His eyes darted back to Tocal, who seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the young man.
Aragorn was darting away and pulling at the ropes that were about his neck. Tocal, was swift and strong. But Estel had the cunning of elf and man on his side and he did not want to be recaptured. He refused it whole-heartedly. He had already seen what it had done to Legolas.
How would he survive?
"Edan!"
This remark did Aragorn no good, he stopped thinking his brothers had said it, considering that is what they always called him to tease him. But he was rewarded when Tocal gave him a sharp punch in his stomach. He doubled over in pain and moaned sharply at the treatment.
His eyes looked through his unruly hair as Donolea crept closer in a graceful fashion. He showed no signs of anger, but Estel knew already that that meant nothing.
With the speed and grace that he was gifted with, Donolea shot out and grabbed the man by the throat.
Estel coughed and choked as the elf's grip tightened and he began to pull him off the ground.
Pure fright exploded all about his senses as he struggled to breath. But the elf's grip ever tightened and he smiled wickedly at the young human that was now in full panic over the fact that he could not free himself from Donolea's vice like grip.
"What did that elf call you?" he hissed, wishing to know the human's name. He had swore that Legolas had said something along the line of 'Estel'. But he could not be sure.
After all, that was an elf's name, why give it to a human. And a male of all human's. He was oddly named if that was truly what the elf called him. That was for sure.
Aragorn coughed and sputtered, a squeak came from him that he could not hide.
Finally, Donolea dropped him, and with a thud he hit the hard dusty ground. Coughing sucking the dirt and coughing again as it entered his lungs.
"Name edan?!" Tocal rushed out to slap him, but before he could, the young human coughed out what sounded much like a name, and he with drew.
Estel did not know what to say, being still very young, he was not gifted with incredible knowledge nor the creative mind. So he traced back and let his mind wander the things Legolas and he had spoken of. Hoping to find a spare name or identity there.
"Strider!" he choked, his mind recalling one thing Legolas had said in the caves. It had been more of a joke then, but now. It was a life that he must claim.
"Strider? What kind of name is that?" Donolea was taken a back by the strange name.
Aragorn shrugged and smiled up at him.
"It is what my friends call me. I am an orphan, have been since I was two." he explained his creative thought finally taking over. For while some of it was true of what his adoptive father had said. Some was made up, like the orphan part. He was now the son of Lord Elrond.
"Orphan eh?" Donolea stroked his smooth chin.
The elf's mind began to put all the intricate pieces together. He smiled wide and played with his dagger as Tocal pulled the young man to his feet.
'Orphan is good. No one will be looking for him.' he mused as he jabbed the dagger lightly into Estel's back.
"Tocal, take Strider here to the work houses." he pushed the larger elf forward slightly and began to walk off in another direction, eyes glittering with excitement.
"What of you milord?" the other elf asked bowing as he kept hold on his charge.
Donolea sheathed the dagger and smiled.
"Do not worry about me. You just take care of the whelp."
The light haired slave driver shoved Aragorn uneasily forward with a short growl and gave him a kick to get him going.
"I will check on ya later kid!" the red haired elf called back as he made his own way through the wheat fields. "After I check on your friend."
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The elf prince growled and rubbed his bound wrists, he looked about his prison for any other sign of life or escape way.
He frowned and shook his head.
"No way out." he whispered horsely as he rubbed the chaffing ropes together.
He spied out the ground and saw a sparkle, he smiled and crawled towards that piece of discarded obsidian rock that sat alone in the middle of the dark and dusty room.
He brushed his bonds to and fro against the obsidian's rough edge, his breathing increased in excitement as he felt the strands fall away and snap under the tedious work.
'Almost.' he bit back a sharp his as the ropes snapped and that razor sharp edge, having nothing between his hands and the rock, cut into him.
It burnt and ached as he brought the abused hand to his chest and held it tenderly, he looked at it through the dim light.
Blood spilled from his palms and dripped to the dirt floor, leaving a line of red down one side.
Legolas tore two pieces from his tunic and wrapped the sweaty and bloody hands carefully.
His thoughts went to Aragorn as he wrapped his wounds.
Estel had been a better healer lately, considering that the elf prince did not know much of wounds and fevers, he always let Estel son of Elrond do the patching up until they could get to Elrond.
"I hope he is alright."
The elf's thoughts were disrupted when the door behind him clanged shut. He shuttered at the harsh sound and jumped slightly.
He did not need to turn round, he knew exactly who it was, he snarled openly and got up sturdily to his feet.
They felt shaky and his ankle hurt horribly, but he would not bow again to his captors. He would refuse openly.
"Well, a little proud are we?" a taunting voice came from behind him and his lips pressed into a long fine line.
No answer came from Legolas.
"Nothing to say, hm?"
The being came in front of the prince and grinned.
"I thought we had spoken of this." Donolea said with much content as he brought his hand out and struck Legolas straight across his face.
The elf prince snarled and brought his head back to look deep into the firey eyes of his captor.
"Do not slap me!" Legolas ground out through his teeth, rage all about his face and body.
The red haired elf laughed wickedly, the mirth in his eyes unsettling.
"Don't slap you, eh?" he asked quizzically, crossing the room and walking away from the elf prince.
The blonde watched him with hightening suspition as he stopped at the wall and began to run his fingers along objects that lay strung up on it.
"How shall we do this Tarpen?" he snickered turning on his heels and moving away so Legolas could see.
The whole right wall was covered with the most brutally forged objects he had ever seen. They were mostly made of metal and leather and they were definitely nothing Legolas would like to play around with.
Donolea pulled a five-pronged whip from the shelf. It's sharp rock plated ends catching the dim ligt that was spread about the small room.
"The easy way? Or the hard way?" The mad elf cracked the whip and the dulled stones clanked together. "You choose?"
Legolas's blue eyes lit with fire, and he stepped back. He would not be a play toy. He would not be something to bring this crazed elf joy and excitement when the lash bit him to hard.
Another thing caught his mind, and held it.
'Where is Estel?' he turned round and hurriedly hobbled for the door, he grasped the handle and rattled it, trying with all his might to make the thing open.
It would not budge.
He growled under his breath and let himself colapse against the door that was placed between him and escape.
A whistle came from behind, and without warning, a burning pain cut across his back.
It hissed with the contact of clean flesh and that rocks crackled together as the gathered at the end, pinching the sore skin.
Legolas did all he could not to yelp out, but he had not seen it coming and the sudden pain had surprised him a bit.
He rubbed his head against the door and cursed himself for even giving the elf behind him the satisfaction of his small cry.
"So Tarpen, mellon nin." Donolea closed the space between them by taking long steps toward the prince. He was smiling as a friend does to another, but Legolas knew what he was up too. "Have you decided?"
"How dare you?" Legolas brought his foot out swiftly and around, catching Donolea round his ankle.
The mad elf let out a cry and hit the ground with a thud.
Legolas watched him with burning hatred springing from his blue eyes.
"How dare you call me your friend?!" he hissed with a lethal sound in his melodious voice. "You are not now, nor will you ever be my friend!"
Before Donolea could arise,the elf prince stood to his feet, a glinting piece of sharp obsidian in his bleeding hands.
He lunged at Donolea bringing the razor rock down on his foe.
But the elf was ready, he rolled away and stood to his feet grabbing the rock that Legolas held.
One scream cut the harsh wind that blew through the plains. Then all was dead silent.
TBC~
Ok, so that chapter was about 7 or so pages. I hope you liked it.
Thanks to all who reviewed my Christmas story…..the ones who reviewed nicely I mean.
And thanks to those of you who kindly pointed out that in Middle-Earth it would not be called Christmas. I am very aware of that and forgot to say so. But thanks to those who were kind.
I really could not put "I'll be home for Winter Solstice". Sounds more like a comedy to me.
So anyway, thanks and please review for this chapter. I am looking forward to your reviews, as always.