Yeah yeah, I know, I've taken forever to update (forever by my standards of
updating at least). Blame Ragnarok Online . . . it's such an addictive game
it should be illegal, but then I wouldn't be able to perfect certain
talents that I pride myself in very much (translation: procrastination)
playing RO. . . **sigh** that's what you call irony. ^.~
On a happier note **happy happy joy joy-ish music plays** I got my first flames! **does happy dance** Flames just brighten my day, I find them just hilarious, so '*' and 'xaznxlilix': congrats and thanks for being my first flamers. However, I must say, they weren't even GOOD flames. . .next time maybe you could make it more worth my time to read, or if that's too much to ask at least make it worth your time to write? But for those of you that may wish to read the flames they left for me, I regret to inform you that I removed 'xaznxlilix's' flame due to the censored cursing it contained. I do not approve of cussing in any form- censored or non. Anyone who has a problem with that just go and get a life, 'cuz it sounds like you need one.
{ . . .} : translation
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): me
(. . .) : not me
[. . .] : Elvish
ALL CAP. WORDS : italics
~*. . .*~ : time change
' . . .' :thought(s)
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Chapter 13: The 'Huh!?!?!? What!?' Chapter
Her head throbbed; she slowly became aware that she was in great pain. 'But no, that's not right' she thought, 'I should be dead.' She tried to think of what had happened, the orcs had come for her in her rooms to kill her, her arm and side had been badly wounded- now the pain from the injuries became apparent in her mind-, then the door had opened and someone had been standing over her. She tried harder to remember what had happened after that, but that was the last thing she remembered seeing before the darkness consumed her.
She thought she heard some people talking. 'At least I've been found she thought' before a vile drink was forced down her throat and she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Fribrindel looked at the figure of Rinathen lying on the bed, "You're sure she's on our side?"
Owacyn nodded, "I'm positive."
His master looked at him with an unconvinced eye. "As long as you're sure she's no longer loyal to him. . ."
"She isn't." Owacyn had rehearsed this conversation many times after Rinathen's departure. He knew his master well; he had known that she would not be easily accepted by Fribrindel and he did not want to see her get hurt, not when he had finally attained her affections.
Fribrindel looked at Owacyn once more and nodded. "I will trust your judgment then; do you agree with her though, that Aragorn will not surrender if the prisoners are harmed more than they are already?"
Owacyn would have scoffed if it had not been Fribrindel he was answering, the elves were on the brink of death practically, "I do agree. If we torture them any further they will die, and I have seen their condition. Lord Fribrindel, if they are left the way they are they will die. Rinathen is a good healer- you should allow her to look at them, heal them some if she can."
Fribrindel cocked an eyebrow but said nothing. He turned back to Rinathen again, thought a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Send someone to come get me when she wakes up- don't give her any more of that." He nodded towards the vial of liquid they had given Rinathen when she began to regain consciousness, then he left without another word.
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She felt the fuzziness of awakening again. She moaned, she didn't WANT to wake up, she was TIRED and in PAIN. She sat for several minutes like that and when no one forced the drink that had brought sleep and relief to her earlier, down her throat, she gave up and opened her eyes.
The room she was in was well lit for the hidden fort. The bed she was on was very comfortable and the sheets were of high quality linen. She closed her eyes again as the pounding in her head worsened. A strong hand slid into hers as she felt the weight of someone else sit on the bed beside her.
Slowly she opened her eyes again. Owacyn was looking at her with apparent worry in his eyes. She managed a faint smile and he bent over to kiss her lightly. "I missed you . . ." he kissed her again, letting the moment draw out long and pleasant. "You should have let me come with you."
She rested her forehead against his neck and sighed, "It wouldn't have mattered; it wouldn't have stopped them."
He didn't reply; he kissed her lightly on the cheek and stood up, "Lord Fribrindel asked that I get him when you awoke. Do not get up, please? You need your rest." She nodded, which sent her head hurling into pain, as she groaned he laughed lightly and kissed her again before he left the room to find Fribrindel.
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Fribrindel was in Arwen's cell, trying as patiently as he could to get her to talk. When she snapped at him with a sarcastic remark he brought his whip down on her hard. The two elves had been harder to break than he had thought; both of them were still holding out well enough, but that would end soon if all went accordingly.
"Let's go through this once more, what will break Aragorn, what will he surrender to?"
"I'm afraid to say that the answer your looking for isn't the right one; Aragorn won't surrender to a sniveling, witless pile of dung- and you and I both know you're-"
The whip lashed three times against her bear cheek. "Enough." He looked at her for several minutes. This was not working he saw; Rinathen and Owacyn were right- if he continued on with his torturing the prisoners they would die. 'But if she's really on our side. . .' his thought trailed off and slowly a new plan began to form in his mind. He wound the whip in a loop and hooked it to his belt. He turned and walked out without another word.
Owacyn was coming down the corridor. 'Good, she's awake. Hopefully she will recover as well and as quickly as well as Owacyn says she is good at healing. . .'
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~* Three Weeks Later *~
Rinathen followed Fribrindel silently. 'I'm on their side; harm cannot come to me. . . I'm too important to his plans . . . stay calm. . .' A week ago Fribrindel had come to her and told her that he would allow her to heal Arwen and Legolas. She had been given three weeks to recover- that was as long that Fribrindel could keep his orcs away from them. She was not fully recovered, but she was well enough to make it to the dungeons leaning on Owacyn to begin her work on Legolas, who was in worse condition than Arwen. 'Stay calm . . . I'm on their side, I'm on their side. . .'
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Owacyn glanced at Rinathen as they came to the door to Legolas' cell. She was much to pale. Fribrindel should have given her another week at least, but Legolas' condition had only worsened despite the discontinuation of the torturing 'sessions'. The door swung open and he led Rinathen into the dank room. He glanced at her, but he didn't see the internal battle that she fought with every step that they took closer to the elven prince.
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Rinathen knelt down beside Legolas. He was asleep, and he looked more content than one would expect in the conditions he had been forced to live in for almost a month. Subconsciously she extended her hand and gently brushed the few strands of hair out of his face. When she realized what she was doing she pretended to be examining his face for injuries. There were whip lashes that were oozing, but other than that his face was untouched. She readjusted him and began removing the remaining scraps of his tunic to inspect his wounds further.
After several minutes she turned to Fribrindel and he handed her the supplies she had selected from his personal stores to use in the healing. She had not put much thought into selecting the items, which was part of her plan, but she pretended to search the bag for the herbs and other supplies she would need. She took out an assortment of items and began to grind them together. She talked to Fribrindel as she worked, "You didn't have all of the herbs I thought I would need, but I wasn't sure if I really would need them or not. I do need them, and badly. Owacyn has a list that I gave him last night. . ." Owacyn pulled out the list and handed it to Fribrindel.
The lord's eyebrows rose, "I don't know half of these plants. You are sure they can be found in this area?"
She nodded. "Owacyn knows what they are and where to look for them. I need them as soon as possible or it is very probable that he will not survive. . ."
Owacyn and Fribrindel exchanged meaningful looks, unseen by her. "I will leave it up to Owacyn what to do about the herbs. . ." he glanced at Owacyn again. "I have other business to attend to that is more important." He looked down at her then nodded for the lone orc guard to follow him as he strode out the door.
Owacyn shifted uneasily, debating what to do. As much as he trusted Rinathen, he did not like the idea of leaving her alone like this. Sensing his disease, Rinathen rose and moved over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly, "I'll be fine. I need those herbs though. Really, I'll be fine."
He sighed, but after thinking it through he decided that his lord's plan to make Aragorn surrender really did rely heavily on Legolas' survival. He nodded and after kissing her on the cheek left without saying a word.
Rinathen turned back around and was met by two bright blue eyes. The emotion shown in them was torn between love, anger, forgiveness, and confusion. She knelt again at his side and began in barely a whisper, "Legolas. . ."
"WHY Rinathen? Why?"
Her eyes dropped at the pain she heard in his voice. It struck her that it had remained unchanged; he still spoke in the strong, sure voice that had captivated her so in the past. When she finally had regained enough courage to look him in the eyes he saw the inner turmoil she had put herself through- that she WAS putting herself through. Her eyes brimmed with tears but she quickly whipped them away. "Legolas, I haven't-"
"Yes you HAVE Rinathen," his eyes were hard now, "I don't care what you think, but in the end good will prevail. I don't know what Fribrindel thinks he's doing- especially now that he's sent you to try to heal me- but he won't win. I don't know what happened to you Rinathen. The Rinathen that I used to know wouldn't have done this, she would have-" he stopped. She was smiling and when she saw the confusion flicker through his eyes she chuckled slightly.
"Legolas, do you really have that little faith in me?" When he continued to look at her as though she had grown a third head she laughed outright, "Legolas, would you like me to explain what Gimli and I have planned for our 'lovely' hosts?"
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**grins wildly** Ya know, confusing the crap out of people is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOO much FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! WheEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
heh. . .heh. . .**cough cough** um. . .yeah. . . Well, I'm going to go hide over there now because I have a feeling that some of you aren't going to be too happy about that beautiful cliffie there. . .
Well, after having studied my fic and reading Feana Puddlefoot's The Essential Guide to MarySue, I have come to the conclusion that my fic is, in fact, a MS. **silence** well. . .uh. . .yeah. . .let's just say that my original source of a MS 'definition' was very very off. **innocent smile**
Well. . . on with the review response stuff . . .
Astievia: I didn't kill her. ^.~
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: Nerch huh? Cool sound effect. . .props! Well, after reading that **points to end of chapter** I'm sure that your confussion is even greater isn't it? Meekly: don't hurt me, please?
Werewolf-Luva: Well. . . I KINDA used your idea. . .thanks for your input!
alice: thank you
darin: thanks!
**does what I hear is called 'thinking' but you shouldn't trust everything you hear (or so I'm told)** Well. . . I haven't given out cookies for awhile . . .**hands out cookies** thank you all! Hope ya enjoy!
Oh yeah. . . and FYI, in no way shape or form do I claim to use Tolkien's Legolas, the Legolas in this fic is WAY WAY WAY WAY (!!!!!) OOC in case you haven't noticed.
On a happier note **happy happy joy joy-ish music plays** I got my first flames! **does happy dance** Flames just brighten my day, I find them just hilarious, so '*' and 'xaznxlilix': congrats and thanks for being my first flamers. However, I must say, they weren't even GOOD flames. . .next time maybe you could make it more worth my time to read, or if that's too much to ask at least make it worth your time to write? But for those of you that may wish to read the flames they left for me, I regret to inform you that I removed 'xaznxlilix's' flame due to the censored cursing it contained. I do not approve of cussing in any form- censored or non. Anyone who has a problem with that just go and get a life, 'cuz it sounds like you need one.
{ . . .} : translation
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): me
(. . .) : not me
[. . .] : Elvish
ALL CAP. WORDS : italics
~*. . .*~ : time change
' . . .' :thought(s)
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Chapter 13: The 'Huh!?!?!? What!?' Chapter
Her head throbbed; she slowly became aware that she was in great pain. 'But no, that's not right' she thought, 'I should be dead.' She tried to think of what had happened, the orcs had come for her in her rooms to kill her, her arm and side had been badly wounded- now the pain from the injuries became apparent in her mind-, then the door had opened and someone had been standing over her. She tried harder to remember what had happened after that, but that was the last thing she remembered seeing before the darkness consumed her.
She thought she heard some people talking. 'At least I've been found she thought' before a vile drink was forced down her throat and she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Fribrindel looked at the figure of Rinathen lying on the bed, "You're sure she's on our side?"
Owacyn nodded, "I'm positive."
His master looked at him with an unconvinced eye. "As long as you're sure she's no longer loyal to him. . ."
"She isn't." Owacyn had rehearsed this conversation many times after Rinathen's departure. He knew his master well; he had known that she would not be easily accepted by Fribrindel and he did not want to see her get hurt, not when he had finally attained her affections.
Fribrindel looked at Owacyn once more and nodded. "I will trust your judgment then; do you agree with her though, that Aragorn will not surrender if the prisoners are harmed more than they are already?"
Owacyn would have scoffed if it had not been Fribrindel he was answering, the elves were on the brink of death practically, "I do agree. If we torture them any further they will die, and I have seen their condition. Lord Fribrindel, if they are left the way they are they will die. Rinathen is a good healer- you should allow her to look at them, heal them some if she can."
Fribrindel cocked an eyebrow but said nothing. He turned back to Rinathen again, thought a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Send someone to come get me when she wakes up- don't give her any more of that." He nodded towards the vial of liquid they had given Rinathen when she began to regain consciousness, then he left without another word.
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She felt the fuzziness of awakening again. She moaned, she didn't WANT to wake up, she was TIRED and in PAIN. She sat for several minutes like that and when no one forced the drink that had brought sleep and relief to her earlier, down her throat, she gave up and opened her eyes.
The room she was in was well lit for the hidden fort. The bed she was on was very comfortable and the sheets were of high quality linen. She closed her eyes again as the pounding in her head worsened. A strong hand slid into hers as she felt the weight of someone else sit on the bed beside her.
Slowly she opened her eyes again. Owacyn was looking at her with apparent worry in his eyes. She managed a faint smile and he bent over to kiss her lightly. "I missed you . . ." he kissed her again, letting the moment draw out long and pleasant. "You should have let me come with you."
She rested her forehead against his neck and sighed, "It wouldn't have mattered; it wouldn't have stopped them."
He didn't reply; he kissed her lightly on the cheek and stood up, "Lord Fribrindel asked that I get him when you awoke. Do not get up, please? You need your rest." She nodded, which sent her head hurling into pain, as she groaned he laughed lightly and kissed her again before he left the room to find Fribrindel.
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Fribrindel was in Arwen's cell, trying as patiently as he could to get her to talk. When she snapped at him with a sarcastic remark he brought his whip down on her hard. The two elves had been harder to break than he had thought; both of them were still holding out well enough, but that would end soon if all went accordingly.
"Let's go through this once more, what will break Aragorn, what will he surrender to?"
"I'm afraid to say that the answer your looking for isn't the right one; Aragorn won't surrender to a sniveling, witless pile of dung- and you and I both know you're-"
The whip lashed three times against her bear cheek. "Enough." He looked at her for several minutes. This was not working he saw; Rinathen and Owacyn were right- if he continued on with his torturing the prisoners they would die. 'But if she's really on our side. . .' his thought trailed off and slowly a new plan began to form in his mind. He wound the whip in a loop and hooked it to his belt. He turned and walked out without another word.
Owacyn was coming down the corridor. 'Good, she's awake. Hopefully she will recover as well and as quickly as well as Owacyn says she is good at healing. . .'
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~* Three Weeks Later *~
Rinathen followed Fribrindel silently. 'I'm on their side; harm cannot come to me. . . I'm too important to his plans . . . stay calm. . .' A week ago Fribrindel had come to her and told her that he would allow her to heal Arwen and Legolas. She had been given three weeks to recover- that was as long that Fribrindel could keep his orcs away from them. She was not fully recovered, but she was well enough to make it to the dungeons leaning on Owacyn to begin her work on Legolas, who was in worse condition than Arwen. 'Stay calm . . . I'm on their side, I'm on their side. . .'
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Owacyn glanced at Rinathen as they came to the door to Legolas' cell. She was much to pale. Fribrindel should have given her another week at least, but Legolas' condition had only worsened despite the discontinuation of the torturing 'sessions'. The door swung open and he led Rinathen into the dank room. He glanced at her, but he didn't see the internal battle that she fought with every step that they took closer to the elven prince.
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Rinathen knelt down beside Legolas. He was asleep, and he looked more content than one would expect in the conditions he had been forced to live in for almost a month. Subconsciously she extended her hand and gently brushed the few strands of hair out of his face. When she realized what she was doing she pretended to be examining his face for injuries. There were whip lashes that were oozing, but other than that his face was untouched. She readjusted him and began removing the remaining scraps of his tunic to inspect his wounds further.
After several minutes she turned to Fribrindel and he handed her the supplies she had selected from his personal stores to use in the healing. She had not put much thought into selecting the items, which was part of her plan, but she pretended to search the bag for the herbs and other supplies she would need. She took out an assortment of items and began to grind them together. She talked to Fribrindel as she worked, "You didn't have all of the herbs I thought I would need, but I wasn't sure if I really would need them or not. I do need them, and badly. Owacyn has a list that I gave him last night. . ." Owacyn pulled out the list and handed it to Fribrindel.
The lord's eyebrows rose, "I don't know half of these plants. You are sure they can be found in this area?"
She nodded. "Owacyn knows what they are and where to look for them. I need them as soon as possible or it is very probable that he will not survive. . ."
Owacyn and Fribrindel exchanged meaningful looks, unseen by her. "I will leave it up to Owacyn what to do about the herbs. . ." he glanced at Owacyn again. "I have other business to attend to that is more important." He looked down at her then nodded for the lone orc guard to follow him as he strode out the door.
Owacyn shifted uneasily, debating what to do. As much as he trusted Rinathen, he did not like the idea of leaving her alone like this. Sensing his disease, Rinathen rose and moved over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly, "I'll be fine. I need those herbs though. Really, I'll be fine."
He sighed, but after thinking it through he decided that his lord's plan to make Aragorn surrender really did rely heavily on Legolas' survival. He nodded and after kissing her on the cheek left without saying a word.
Rinathen turned back around and was met by two bright blue eyes. The emotion shown in them was torn between love, anger, forgiveness, and confusion. She knelt again at his side and began in barely a whisper, "Legolas. . ."
"WHY Rinathen? Why?"
Her eyes dropped at the pain she heard in his voice. It struck her that it had remained unchanged; he still spoke in the strong, sure voice that had captivated her so in the past. When she finally had regained enough courage to look him in the eyes he saw the inner turmoil she had put herself through- that she WAS putting herself through. Her eyes brimmed with tears but she quickly whipped them away. "Legolas, I haven't-"
"Yes you HAVE Rinathen," his eyes were hard now, "I don't care what you think, but in the end good will prevail. I don't know what Fribrindel thinks he's doing- especially now that he's sent you to try to heal me- but he won't win. I don't know what happened to you Rinathen. The Rinathen that I used to know wouldn't have done this, she would have-" he stopped. She was smiling and when she saw the confusion flicker through his eyes she chuckled slightly.
"Legolas, do you really have that little faith in me?" When he continued to look at her as though she had grown a third head she laughed outright, "Legolas, would you like me to explain what Gimli and I have planned for our 'lovely' hosts?"
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**grins wildly** Ya know, confusing the crap out of people is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOO much FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! WheEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
heh. . .heh. . .**cough cough** um. . .yeah. . . Well, I'm going to go hide over there now because I have a feeling that some of you aren't going to be too happy about that beautiful cliffie there. . .
Well, after having studied my fic and reading Feana Puddlefoot's The Essential Guide to MarySue, I have come to the conclusion that my fic is, in fact, a MS. **silence** well. . .uh. . .yeah. . .let's just say that my original source of a MS 'definition' was very very off. **innocent smile**
Well. . . on with the review response stuff . . .
Astievia: I didn't kill her. ^.~
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: Nerch huh? Cool sound effect. . .props! Well, after reading that **points to end of chapter** I'm sure that your confussion is even greater isn't it? Meekly: don't hurt me, please?
Werewolf-Luva: Well. . . I KINDA used your idea. . .thanks for your input!
alice: thank you
darin: thanks!
**does what I hear is called 'thinking' but you shouldn't trust everything you hear (or so I'm told)** Well. . . I haven't given out cookies for awhile . . .**hands out cookies** thank you all! Hope ya enjoy!
Oh yeah. . . and FYI, in no way shape or form do I claim to use Tolkien's Legolas, the Legolas in this fic is WAY WAY WAY WAY (!!!!!) OOC in case you haven't noticed.
