I give up. . . I'm not even gonna try to update at regular times.
Shame on me. . . last chapter had SO many typos. . .*tsk tsk to me
{ . . .} : translation
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): me
(. . .) : not me
[. . .] : Elvish
ALL CAP. WORDS : italics (/emphasis)
~*. . .*~ : time change
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Chapter 12: Blackout
Rinathen sat rigid on the bed provided for her in the guest chambers. The rooms were of good quality- not as good as Fribrindel's, but good none the less. Tension laced the air around her. Something was happening on the upper levels. That something was slowly making its way down to her chambers. 'So. . . they want to cross me. . . ' she thought half amused, 'this should be fun.'
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Legolas was lost in confusion. Rinathen would NEVER have betrayed him- not like this. Even if she no longer loved him- Legolas moaned at the thought. He couldn't bear to think that what they had had was lost to him forever.
'But that look. . .' his thoughts tapered off and the sight of her when Fribrindel first pushed the door open so that they could see each other surfaced in the front of his mind. 'What did it mean. . .' he heard some of the guards making their way down the corridor. He braced himself for his third torturing that night but they passed his door with out even hesitating. Something was happening all around him. He felt the tension in the air mounting.
'Ri. . .' rage broke through him and he slowly rose. When he had pulled himself to full height sweat began to break out on his face- stinging the multiple cuts the sweat ran into. He took one step towards the door and fell. The anger subsided; even if he had still had enough strength to escape the cell, there was no why for him to help her.
He was angry at himself that he couldn't help her. The sensible side of him told him that he shouldn't want to help her- she had betrayed him and he should leave her to the same fate she had left him to. But in his heart he knew he could never do that to her; he still loved her no matter what she had done. He slowly maneuvered so that his back was to the wall; he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he half didn't notice, half ignored the pain that seared him as he leaned exhausted against the cold stone. There was nothing he could do to help her. As much as he hated it, he would have to simply hope that she would be alert and armed when the orcs found her.
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Rinathen waited patiently, and then it came. A loud bang shook her door and she laughed out loud. The orcs hadn't even tried her door to see if it was locked. She had carefully inspected the door before sitting and had seen that it was built to not give way to any force- unless it was left unlocked and one simply tired the door handle. If they didn't try the handle- the door was as good as locked. The orcs obviously heard her mocking them for the next bang was louder and fiercer. She laughed again. She would have fun showing the orcs how much she had improved on annoying them since her last stint here. Then a thought came to her mind and she smiled mirthlessly. She stood and crossed to the door. Another bang shook it and she grasped the handle firmly. She counted '3. . . 2. . . 1!' and pulled the door gallantly open. Several orcs toppled into her room.
She looked down at them on her floor and smiled sweetly, "Is there anything I can help you with Nazshash?"
The orc grunted and shoved his companions off him. He stood and looked her straight in the eye. She continued smiling as sweetly as possible; it had always annoyed them the most. Nazshash was eyeing her suspiciously and his eyes fell on her hand lightly resting on the hilt of her long knife. He met her eyes again and was now met with a menacing coolness added to the sweet, innocent smile.
"No, Lady Rinathen, of course not. . ."he said slowly. Fifteen more orcs joined the rest already in the room and Nazshash yanked the door from her grasp, slamming it shut. "However, if you would, we would like to give you a demonstration of our . . . techniques; perhaps you will rethink your opinions of what Lord Fribrindel should do with HIS-" but he was cut off as Rinathen spun around, unsheathing her sword and cutting through the neck of the orc attempting to attack her from behind; she turned to face Nazshash again.
"You were saying?" another orc lunged forward but she swiftly blocked him. The two began circling- feigning here, attacking there- two more orcs joined the first and Rinathen was torn between fighting through more orcs behind her or letting herself be caught in the quickly tightening circle the orcs were making around her. She decided to try to make it to more open space. She continued fighting with her sword as she pulled out a dagger from its sheath at her belt and wounded a second orc.
She thought quickly. It was either all or nothing. If she let any of them live there was little chance that they would accept her; the orcs would either attack her again or convince Fribrindel that it was she that had attacked the orcs and she was not to be trusted. At the same time, killing all of them was just as risky, but it was more likely that Fribrindel believed that it was she that had been attacked by the orcs and not the other way around. At least they had chosen to attack her in her own rooms, she thought, if they hadn't Fribrindel would probably be more likely to believe that she attacked his orcs.
She fought with more intensity as she decided that killing them all was the only way she could come out of this. She felt a dirty orc knife cut her left arm, rendering it useless. She threw the dagger into an orcs neck with one final burst of energy sent to her injured arm and continued with her sword. Black orc blood splayed and mixed with her red blood. She felt another knife find her side and she almost fell, but she wouldn't let herself go down without killing at least half of the orcs converging on her. She thought she heard the door open, but focused on the fight. She couldn't be worried about more than the orcs fighting in front of her- she had learned that in all the battles she had fought in for her country.
Her vision was blurred with blood loss. She couldn't tell one orc from the next as she hacked at them almost blindly. She could tell she couldn't last long like this but she would keep fighting for all she was worth. Unnoticed by her, the orcs were thinning out, and not because of anything she was doing. A sword flashed up and blocked her stroke. The steady hand fought against her as she exerted all the last of her strength to throw off her adversary. She was weakening fast; the holder of the sword pushed her back softly and she fell backwards onto the dirty floor.
The figure stood over her and she groaned. 'This is it I guess . . .' she thought. And it all fell into darkness.
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FINALLY! 'Bout time ff.net lets me upload this chapter! Woot!
Urebriviel: Thanks! Glad ta hear it! ^.^
ElvenStar5: . . .Really. . . well. . . thanks for answering the question and reviewing!
L.A.Dodgers: Thank you!
Astievia: Well- nah. . . let's just see how ya review for this chapter. . .^.^ Thank you!
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: No . . . she is still as you said "evil". And she has it ALL figured out . . . it's just that there's no reason to tell you everything JUST yet. Yeah. . . I suppose that IS sorta mysterious. Thanks!
KTB: 12 chapters and you think you need to say you have a life? **shakes head** then I guess it's a good thing you don't know how much me and my friend can read any given day. Well. . . if I were to be very annoying and technical I would point out that she gave her decision much time and thought and so she didn't change in "two seconds" but I'm not going to be very annoying and technical so I won't point that out. ( ^.~ ) Thanks for the review!
Shame on me. . . last chapter had SO many typos. . .*tsk tsk to me
{ . . .} : translation
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): me
(. . .) : not me
[. . .] : Elvish
ALL CAP. WORDS : italics (/emphasis)
~*. . .*~ : time change
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Chapter 12: Blackout
Rinathen sat rigid on the bed provided for her in the guest chambers. The rooms were of good quality- not as good as Fribrindel's, but good none the less. Tension laced the air around her. Something was happening on the upper levels. That something was slowly making its way down to her chambers. 'So. . . they want to cross me. . . ' she thought half amused, 'this should be fun.'
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Legolas was lost in confusion. Rinathen would NEVER have betrayed him- not like this. Even if she no longer loved him- Legolas moaned at the thought. He couldn't bear to think that what they had had was lost to him forever.
'But that look. . .' his thoughts tapered off and the sight of her when Fribrindel first pushed the door open so that they could see each other surfaced in the front of his mind. 'What did it mean. . .' he heard some of the guards making their way down the corridor. He braced himself for his third torturing that night but they passed his door with out even hesitating. Something was happening all around him. He felt the tension in the air mounting.
'Ri. . .' rage broke through him and he slowly rose. When he had pulled himself to full height sweat began to break out on his face- stinging the multiple cuts the sweat ran into. He took one step towards the door and fell. The anger subsided; even if he had still had enough strength to escape the cell, there was no why for him to help her.
He was angry at himself that he couldn't help her. The sensible side of him told him that he shouldn't want to help her- she had betrayed him and he should leave her to the same fate she had left him to. But in his heart he knew he could never do that to her; he still loved her no matter what she had done. He slowly maneuvered so that his back was to the wall; he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he half didn't notice, half ignored the pain that seared him as he leaned exhausted against the cold stone. There was nothing he could do to help her. As much as he hated it, he would have to simply hope that she would be alert and armed when the orcs found her.
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Rinathen waited patiently, and then it came. A loud bang shook her door and she laughed out loud. The orcs hadn't even tried her door to see if it was locked. She had carefully inspected the door before sitting and had seen that it was built to not give way to any force- unless it was left unlocked and one simply tired the door handle. If they didn't try the handle- the door was as good as locked. The orcs obviously heard her mocking them for the next bang was louder and fiercer. She laughed again. She would have fun showing the orcs how much she had improved on annoying them since her last stint here. Then a thought came to her mind and she smiled mirthlessly. She stood and crossed to the door. Another bang shook it and she grasped the handle firmly. She counted '3. . . 2. . . 1!' and pulled the door gallantly open. Several orcs toppled into her room.
She looked down at them on her floor and smiled sweetly, "Is there anything I can help you with Nazshash?"
The orc grunted and shoved his companions off him. He stood and looked her straight in the eye. She continued smiling as sweetly as possible; it had always annoyed them the most. Nazshash was eyeing her suspiciously and his eyes fell on her hand lightly resting on the hilt of her long knife. He met her eyes again and was now met with a menacing coolness added to the sweet, innocent smile.
"No, Lady Rinathen, of course not. . ."he said slowly. Fifteen more orcs joined the rest already in the room and Nazshash yanked the door from her grasp, slamming it shut. "However, if you would, we would like to give you a demonstration of our . . . techniques; perhaps you will rethink your opinions of what Lord Fribrindel should do with HIS-" but he was cut off as Rinathen spun around, unsheathing her sword and cutting through the neck of the orc attempting to attack her from behind; she turned to face Nazshash again.
"You were saying?" another orc lunged forward but she swiftly blocked him. The two began circling- feigning here, attacking there- two more orcs joined the first and Rinathen was torn between fighting through more orcs behind her or letting herself be caught in the quickly tightening circle the orcs were making around her. She decided to try to make it to more open space. She continued fighting with her sword as she pulled out a dagger from its sheath at her belt and wounded a second orc.
She thought quickly. It was either all or nothing. If she let any of them live there was little chance that they would accept her; the orcs would either attack her again or convince Fribrindel that it was she that had attacked the orcs and she was not to be trusted. At the same time, killing all of them was just as risky, but it was more likely that Fribrindel believed that it was she that had been attacked by the orcs and not the other way around. At least they had chosen to attack her in her own rooms, she thought, if they hadn't Fribrindel would probably be more likely to believe that she attacked his orcs.
She fought with more intensity as she decided that killing them all was the only way she could come out of this. She felt a dirty orc knife cut her left arm, rendering it useless. She threw the dagger into an orcs neck with one final burst of energy sent to her injured arm and continued with her sword. Black orc blood splayed and mixed with her red blood. She felt another knife find her side and she almost fell, but she wouldn't let herself go down without killing at least half of the orcs converging on her. She thought she heard the door open, but focused on the fight. She couldn't be worried about more than the orcs fighting in front of her- she had learned that in all the battles she had fought in for her country.
Her vision was blurred with blood loss. She couldn't tell one orc from the next as she hacked at them almost blindly. She could tell she couldn't last long like this but she would keep fighting for all she was worth. Unnoticed by her, the orcs were thinning out, and not because of anything she was doing. A sword flashed up and blocked her stroke. The steady hand fought against her as she exerted all the last of her strength to throw off her adversary. She was weakening fast; the holder of the sword pushed her back softly and she fell backwards onto the dirty floor.
The figure stood over her and she groaned. 'This is it I guess . . .' she thought. And it all fell into darkness.
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FINALLY! 'Bout time ff.net lets me upload this chapter! Woot!
Urebriviel: Thanks! Glad ta hear it! ^.^
ElvenStar5: . . .Really. . . well. . . thanks for answering the question and reviewing!
L.A.Dodgers: Thank you!
Astievia: Well- nah. . . let's just see how ya review for this chapter. . .^.^ Thank you!
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: No . . . she is still as you said "evil". And she has it ALL figured out . . . it's just that there's no reason to tell you everything JUST yet. Yeah. . . I suppose that IS sorta mysterious. Thanks!
KTB: 12 chapters and you think you need to say you have a life? **shakes head** then I guess it's a good thing you don't know how much me and my friend can read any given day. Well. . . if I were to be very annoying and technical I would point out that she gave her decision much time and thought and so she didn't change in "two seconds" but I'm not going to be very annoying and technical so I won't point that out. ( ^.~ ) Thanks for the review!
