Disclaim is the same. I only own what you don't recognize. I'm beginning to loose my vision for this story so fret if I don't update for awhile. I have to get all my balls in the right court.
Also, this is a FICTIONAL story created by me. Elves are FICTIONAL characters. Therefor, they do not have actual CUSTOMS. They are a figment of our IMAGINATIONS!
~*~ (): {Also known as the cowardly person who left me threatening messages.} I think you need to go to some anger management. You are one sick puppy if you think that I am basing this on actual truth. This is a fictional story with fictional characters who live in a fictional world. None of this is real, it is only opinion and imagination. If I want my characters to drink damn Bloody Marys and have wild sexual orgies, then they'll do it because this is my story and not yours. I am not sorry for being so rude but you deserve it for being a royal pain in my ass! BTW: Violence is NOT the answer.
~*~ Soccer-Bitch: Love and appreciate your reviews as always.
~*~ Legolas/SailorMoonLoverBonita: Here ya go!
~*~ Iluvien: Love your nit-pickiness. It keeps me on my toes. The companion was just, in my imagination, a fellow ranger that Aragorn knew and he thought that Aragorn should know about the orc deal.
~*~ tiffiany-45: Don't blame your mom, at some point you had to choose the way you act. :-) I love the quotes you posted, they are really beautiful. And I'm SURE your mind wasn't in the gutter. *wink wink*
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Chapter 10
Legolas awoke groggily with a large knot on his head that throbbed painfully. "Zara?" He softly called out with his voice scratchy and eyes still half closed. He tried to raise his hand to his head but could not move them, nor his feet.
His head swam with cloudy scenes that he could not place. He could not determine what time it was or even the day. The blurry visions slowly began to clear as the last few hours came to his mind. Riding home, orcs, Zara's screaming, orcs, pain.
He snapped his eyes open. Harsh sunlight pierced his delicate eyes, causing them to water. He quickly closed them and opened them more gingerly again to restore their normal functions. He found himself tied to a tree with his arms bound behind his back, an orc camp in front of him, and Zara was nowhere to be found.
"Zara?" He called out again, softly to not bring any unwanted attention to himself. His breathing quickened at the thought of the dreadful things that those foul creatures could bestow upon her pure soul.
The orcs seemed excited about something. There was the usual fighting that normaly occured in these places, but it seemed different. Their cruel language offended Legolas' ears as he faintly made out a message.
"I'm next." "No, I'm second in command and I say I'm next with the girl!"
Legolas' heart disintegrated at the sound of `the girl.'. What were these slaves of hell doing to his precious mate? His keen ears could faintly pick up the sound of a woman screaming for help deep in the woods.
His mind told him an awful deed that was being executed but his heart refused to listen. He only wanted to keep her safe, and the first test of that as her husband he failed; miserably.
"He's awake." He heard one of the orcs cry. Legolas glared maliciously at it as it rushed over to him and yanked him up by his hair. Legolas gave a grunt of pain but managed to swallow any other sign of discomfort. He would not show his pain or fear.
The orc held a tight grip on his hair as he sharply hit him across his face. Legolas could taste the coppery flavor of blood in his mouth. The low growling from the orc's lips grew into a raw chuckle.
His accomplices tied Legolas more tightly to the tree, this time in a standing position. The orc stepped back and picked up a dark club that rested on the ground. A small flicker of alarm wavered in Legolas' eyes as the creatrue lifted the contraption up and swung it down hard on Legolas' stomach.
Instinctivly Legolas tried to bring his body together as tightly as possible but his constraints held him too tightly. The orc swung again and this time aimed for his legs. Legolas could feel bruises erupting. The pain was so intense, he had never felt such torment in all his years of living. He sent up a silent prayer to the heavens that Zara was safe and in no pain.
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"Please don't." Zara whimpered as she saw yet another orc make his way toward her with the same evil glint in his eyes. She struggled against the rope shackles that held her arms up above her head. She did not know what number this was, she stopped counting after twelve.
The creature dragged his hands up her legs and bundled her skirts up. Her fine purple riding dress was torn to shreds, barley covering her body. His hot breath stank of ruined fish and the stench was pushed upon her face. He left one hand resting firmly on her buttocks while the other traveled up to her breasts and fondled them roughly.
Her breathing was so labored and short from fear and pain she was afraid she would pass out from lack of oxygen. She felt something slide up her inner thigh and her body shook at the dread of what was to come. It push into her most sensitive regions without any sympathy. She cried out in pain. No matter how many times this happend the shock and intense pain remained the same.
Her tears had been long dried and in place of the watery rivers that once ran down her face, blood trickled in it's place. Her once fair body was mutilated with brusies and large cuts. Her voice was rough and scratchy from her persistant screaming, and her dark golden hair had been cut off in rough chunks. Part of it's wonderous length remained while part hung in lanky bunches around her neck and shoulders. It was a deep offense to have an elf, especially a madien, cut their hair.
The tortuous thrusts felt like they were literatly ripping her small body in two. She tried to concentrate on happier tidings than those now. She thought about her family and friends, but mainly about Legolas and, if they ever got out of this alive, what kind of life they would lead. What would their children be like, where they would be in the next 1,000 years?
Her bloodshot eyes rested on a flower that spotted the ground several yards away. It's delicate presence cheered the foul place and in some odd way gave Zara hope. There it stood, beautiful and proud. It withstood the trompling of orcan feet and scorching sun. It survived the elements with grace and still stood to tell the tale.
Pain was begining to take over her senses. A soft smile graced her lips at the sight of the blossom. The world began to melt into a large green and black blur. The black eventually overtook the green.
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The orc dragged the now unconscious body of Zara back to the camp. They had had their fill of her for the moment. He threw the limp body of the elf on top of the bloody mess of the other. They did not bother tying her up, when she woke they would be ready for her again.
Zara cautiously opened her eyes. The simple movement brought racking waves of pain for her. She took in her new surroundings. Her arms were no longer tied above her head, they were free. She saw the orc camp in front of her and trembled in fear. Where was Legolas?
She felt the lumpy texture of the ground of which she laid on and her hand rested in something warm and sticky and looked down to find her hand red with blood. She looked for the source which turned out to be Legolas, bleeding profusly.
His torso was badly cut and his face was spotted with dark bruises and more cuts. His breathing was steady which told her he was still alive. She ripped one of the rags of her skirt and tied it around his head where a particuarly deep gash ran. She wiped the blood off of him with another scrap.
"Zara?" He whispered so softly it sounded like a breeze. "I'm here." Legolas opened his eyes the best he could and grasped one of her hands in his. "Amin hiraetha." He croaked. "Sorry for what?" She questioned. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise to you. The promise to keep you safe." "Legolas you couldn't have known this was going to happen." "I should have been more alert." He snapped quietly. "I love you. It hurts me more knowing that they are out there harming you while I stay here helpless than any form of torture they can physically bestow upon me."
He stopped and took a deep breath. "I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand times more, I love you. I will not let them rob you of your life. I swear on my own life that you will get out of here alive."
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Do you think it's losing it's touch? Tell me!
Also, this is a FICTIONAL story created by me. Elves are FICTIONAL characters. Therefor, they do not have actual CUSTOMS. They are a figment of our IMAGINATIONS!
~*~ (): {Also known as the cowardly person who left me threatening messages.} I think you need to go to some anger management. You are one sick puppy if you think that I am basing this on actual truth. This is a fictional story with fictional characters who live in a fictional world. None of this is real, it is only opinion and imagination. If I want my characters to drink damn Bloody Marys and have wild sexual orgies, then they'll do it because this is my story and not yours. I am not sorry for being so rude but you deserve it for being a royal pain in my ass! BTW: Violence is NOT the answer.
~*~ Soccer-Bitch: Love and appreciate your reviews as always.
~*~ Legolas/SailorMoonLoverBonita: Here ya go!
~*~ Iluvien: Love your nit-pickiness. It keeps me on my toes. The companion was just, in my imagination, a fellow ranger that Aragorn knew and he thought that Aragorn should know about the orc deal.
~*~ tiffiany-45: Don't blame your mom, at some point you had to choose the way you act. :-) I love the quotes you posted, they are really beautiful. And I'm SURE your mind wasn't in the gutter. *wink wink*
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Chapter 10
Legolas awoke groggily with a large knot on his head that throbbed painfully. "Zara?" He softly called out with his voice scratchy and eyes still half closed. He tried to raise his hand to his head but could not move them, nor his feet.
His head swam with cloudy scenes that he could not place. He could not determine what time it was or even the day. The blurry visions slowly began to clear as the last few hours came to his mind. Riding home, orcs, Zara's screaming, orcs, pain.
He snapped his eyes open. Harsh sunlight pierced his delicate eyes, causing them to water. He quickly closed them and opened them more gingerly again to restore their normal functions. He found himself tied to a tree with his arms bound behind his back, an orc camp in front of him, and Zara was nowhere to be found.
"Zara?" He called out again, softly to not bring any unwanted attention to himself. His breathing quickened at the thought of the dreadful things that those foul creatures could bestow upon her pure soul.
The orcs seemed excited about something. There was the usual fighting that normaly occured in these places, but it seemed different. Their cruel language offended Legolas' ears as he faintly made out a message.
"I'm next." "No, I'm second in command and I say I'm next with the girl!"
Legolas' heart disintegrated at the sound of `the girl.'. What were these slaves of hell doing to his precious mate? His keen ears could faintly pick up the sound of a woman screaming for help deep in the woods.
His mind told him an awful deed that was being executed but his heart refused to listen. He only wanted to keep her safe, and the first test of that as her husband he failed; miserably.
"He's awake." He heard one of the orcs cry. Legolas glared maliciously at it as it rushed over to him and yanked him up by his hair. Legolas gave a grunt of pain but managed to swallow any other sign of discomfort. He would not show his pain or fear.
The orc held a tight grip on his hair as he sharply hit him across his face. Legolas could taste the coppery flavor of blood in his mouth. The low growling from the orc's lips grew into a raw chuckle.
His accomplices tied Legolas more tightly to the tree, this time in a standing position. The orc stepped back and picked up a dark club that rested on the ground. A small flicker of alarm wavered in Legolas' eyes as the creatrue lifted the contraption up and swung it down hard on Legolas' stomach.
Instinctivly Legolas tried to bring his body together as tightly as possible but his constraints held him too tightly. The orc swung again and this time aimed for his legs. Legolas could feel bruises erupting. The pain was so intense, he had never felt such torment in all his years of living. He sent up a silent prayer to the heavens that Zara was safe and in no pain.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Please don't." Zara whimpered as she saw yet another orc make his way toward her with the same evil glint in his eyes. She struggled against the rope shackles that held her arms up above her head. She did not know what number this was, she stopped counting after twelve.
The creature dragged his hands up her legs and bundled her skirts up. Her fine purple riding dress was torn to shreds, barley covering her body. His hot breath stank of ruined fish and the stench was pushed upon her face. He left one hand resting firmly on her buttocks while the other traveled up to her breasts and fondled them roughly.
Her breathing was so labored and short from fear and pain she was afraid she would pass out from lack of oxygen. She felt something slide up her inner thigh and her body shook at the dread of what was to come. It push into her most sensitive regions without any sympathy. She cried out in pain. No matter how many times this happend the shock and intense pain remained the same.
Her tears had been long dried and in place of the watery rivers that once ran down her face, blood trickled in it's place. Her once fair body was mutilated with brusies and large cuts. Her voice was rough and scratchy from her persistant screaming, and her dark golden hair had been cut off in rough chunks. Part of it's wonderous length remained while part hung in lanky bunches around her neck and shoulders. It was a deep offense to have an elf, especially a madien, cut their hair.
The tortuous thrusts felt like they were literatly ripping her small body in two. She tried to concentrate on happier tidings than those now. She thought about her family and friends, but mainly about Legolas and, if they ever got out of this alive, what kind of life they would lead. What would their children be like, where they would be in the next 1,000 years?
Her bloodshot eyes rested on a flower that spotted the ground several yards away. It's delicate presence cheered the foul place and in some odd way gave Zara hope. There it stood, beautiful and proud. It withstood the trompling of orcan feet and scorching sun. It survived the elements with grace and still stood to tell the tale.
Pain was begining to take over her senses. A soft smile graced her lips at the sight of the blossom. The world began to melt into a large green and black blur. The black eventually overtook the green.
~*~*~*~
The orc dragged the now unconscious body of Zara back to the camp. They had had their fill of her for the moment. He threw the limp body of the elf on top of the bloody mess of the other. They did not bother tying her up, when she woke they would be ready for her again.
Zara cautiously opened her eyes. The simple movement brought racking waves of pain for her. She took in her new surroundings. Her arms were no longer tied above her head, they were free. She saw the orc camp in front of her and trembled in fear. Where was Legolas?
She felt the lumpy texture of the ground of which she laid on and her hand rested in something warm and sticky and looked down to find her hand red with blood. She looked for the source which turned out to be Legolas, bleeding profusly.
His torso was badly cut and his face was spotted with dark bruises and more cuts. His breathing was steady which told her he was still alive. She ripped one of the rags of her skirt and tied it around his head where a particuarly deep gash ran. She wiped the blood off of him with another scrap.
"Zara?" He whispered so softly it sounded like a breeze. "I'm here." Legolas opened his eyes the best he could and grasped one of her hands in his. "Amin hiraetha." He croaked. "Sorry for what?" She questioned. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise to you. The promise to keep you safe." "Legolas you couldn't have known this was going to happen." "I should have been more alert." He snapped quietly. "I love you. It hurts me more knowing that they are out there harming you while I stay here helpless than any form of torture they can physically bestow upon me."
He stopped and took a deep breath. "I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand times more, I love you. I will not let them rob you of your life. I swear on my own life that you will get out of here alive."
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Do you think it's losing it's touch? Tell me!
