A/N) Right I'm back from holiday, and I've whipped up a quick chapter for
those who are dying to know what happens. I'm working on the next chapter
right now, and I'm hoping to update on Friday, with a very, very long
chapter.
If the formatting is all messed up for this chapter it is because I'm using
a different word program to what I used before as I recently got a
computer, and I'm unfamiliar with the saving programs you can have on this
program. I will figure it out; just tell me if its messed up and I'll
change it as soon as I can.
Thank you for all the reviews so far.
Also, sorry for the short chapter.
Fear of Men Chapter 6 Before the Storm
In many ways Elrond was truly worried that one of his dearest friends would even consider harming someone under his protection. Even now the elf lord could hardly believe that Sîrfalas was the one behind everything. To him it seemed impossible; but something in his heart was telling him that Sîrfalas was the murderer. If Legolas' assumption were proved correct, Elrond would make sure that Sîrfalas suffered a most painful end, for what he had done to Dilir, and especially what Deollyn had done to Estel.
The mountain path that they followed was taking them high up into the mountains, and from where he stood Elrond could tell that Deollyn was hiding in the same place as before. It was ironic that he was. However Deollyn wanted them to come to him, so it was logical that he was in the same place as before.
Anger flared up inside the elf lord as he remembered Deollyn from ten years ago. What that man had done to a child had been cruel and not right. Estel shouldn't have had to go through with it and yet he had. Things had happened that Elrond had un-foreseen. They had to right this wrong, and maybe with Sîrfalas the mystery surrounding Dilir's murder could truly be solved.
Legolas carefully followed Elrond up the slope; for being blindfolded the last time. He had no clue as to where they were going. He trusted to the fact that the elven lord knew where to go. And by the looks of things he did know.
The path was winding round, and Elrond stopped, turning his head this way and that, and looking about as small caves could be seen all the way around.
"Which one is it?" he wondered.
"Can you not remember?" Legolas asked.
"We met Estel and Deollyn on the path before not inside the cave where he kept him." Exclaimed Elrond. "As long as I guess correctly we should find where Estel is being held. It's a pity you don't know the exact location. It would have helped greatly if you'd done."
"I could not help being blindfolded."
Elrond nodded, and then his eyes lighted in recognition. "Here. This is where Deollyn held Estel at knifepoint. The entrance to the cave is close. We should've bought Marihel with us."
"But he needs to lead the others here." Legolas mused.
"Unfortunately."
Quickly Elrond ran up the path followed by Legolas. Even as they rounded the corner, the path widened and split into a chasm. Three paths could be seen, and Elrond studied them in content. Then his sharp ears caught the sound of screams.
"Estel." He breathed. "I know where he is!"
Elrond led them to a small opening in the side of a cliff where it appeared to have been knocked through to create a large cavern. Torches could be seen burning down a small passageway, and screams ricocheted throughout the passage. Elrond's eyes burned as Legolas pulled his daggers from his belt and gripped them tightly.
"It's been made by Orcs." Legolas noted as his eyes inspected the inside of the corridor.
Stepping into the dim light that the torches gave, Elrond led the way down the Orc-made corridor towards the sounds of screams, and laughter.
*****
Aragorn was having difficulty breathing. The constant battering the Orcs were giving his body was enough to render him helpless to move or take breath. Within minutes at least three ribs were broken. The pain radiating through him was enough to send him reeling into the world of unconsciousness, but however the drug given to him was preventing him from blacking out.
Above him Deollyn was watching, his eyes never leaving Aragorn. The Ranger rolled onto his side as the Orcs moved away from him, though that was a mistake. He felt a dagger being dug into his kneecap. The pain was incredible, and yet he could do nothing to stop the Orcs from harming him. He lay there in contorted agony, barely able to breathe, as the Orcs 'played' with him, taking salvation in his pain.
With what strength he had left Aragorn curled his arms around the top of his head and laid still waiting for the blows to come.
Then they stopped altogether.
Confused and frightened, he risked a chance to look up and what he saw gave him great delight.
Standing at the edge of the little room was Elrond and Legolas, their eyes filled with fury.
Elrond stepped forward. "Let him go Deollyn." He commanded.
Deollyn smirked. "Only if you give me what I want."
"We can." Elrond replied, shocking both Deollyn and Aragorn.
"H...ow?" Aragorn tried to say, but failed as he spat blood.
"We have a suspect, Deollyn," Elrond said, "Allow him to be apprehended and brought here."
"And while we wait you will want to tend the boy?" Deollyn sneered.
Elrond nodded.
"How can I believe the words you speak? How do I know what you say is the truth?"
"Because we have the proof right here!"
From the shadows came Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel and Marihel holding Sîrfalas. "We took a detour across the plain to get back to Rivendell. Sîrfalas surrendered." Elladan said.
"And he's got a confession to make." Elrohir said.
"Tell your minions to leave." Elrond bade. "Only then will we continue."
Deollyn nodded. "Go, but be in calls' reach."
Ever so quickly the Orcs left, leaving the elves and Deollyn alone to sort out this mess.
Elladan pushed Sîrfalas forward. "Speak."
The elf pushed himself to his feet as he had fallen when pushed, and casting a glance at Aragorn, began his tale.
TBC
A/N) Sîrfalas' Confession is up next! What will he say? Oooh, I can't wait to type this part.... I'll start now *g*.
Fear of Men Chapter 6 Before the Storm
In many ways Elrond was truly worried that one of his dearest friends would even consider harming someone under his protection. Even now the elf lord could hardly believe that Sîrfalas was the one behind everything. To him it seemed impossible; but something in his heart was telling him that Sîrfalas was the murderer. If Legolas' assumption were proved correct, Elrond would make sure that Sîrfalas suffered a most painful end, for what he had done to Dilir, and especially what Deollyn had done to Estel.
The mountain path that they followed was taking them high up into the mountains, and from where he stood Elrond could tell that Deollyn was hiding in the same place as before. It was ironic that he was. However Deollyn wanted them to come to him, so it was logical that he was in the same place as before.
Anger flared up inside the elf lord as he remembered Deollyn from ten years ago. What that man had done to a child had been cruel and not right. Estel shouldn't have had to go through with it and yet he had. Things had happened that Elrond had un-foreseen. They had to right this wrong, and maybe with Sîrfalas the mystery surrounding Dilir's murder could truly be solved.
Legolas carefully followed Elrond up the slope; for being blindfolded the last time. He had no clue as to where they were going. He trusted to the fact that the elven lord knew where to go. And by the looks of things he did know.
The path was winding round, and Elrond stopped, turning his head this way and that, and looking about as small caves could be seen all the way around.
"Which one is it?" he wondered.
"Can you not remember?" Legolas asked.
"We met Estel and Deollyn on the path before not inside the cave where he kept him." Exclaimed Elrond. "As long as I guess correctly we should find where Estel is being held. It's a pity you don't know the exact location. It would have helped greatly if you'd done."
"I could not help being blindfolded."
Elrond nodded, and then his eyes lighted in recognition. "Here. This is where Deollyn held Estel at knifepoint. The entrance to the cave is close. We should've bought Marihel with us."
"But he needs to lead the others here." Legolas mused.
"Unfortunately."
Quickly Elrond ran up the path followed by Legolas. Even as they rounded the corner, the path widened and split into a chasm. Three paths could be seen, and Elrond studied them in content. Then his sharp ears caught the sound of screams.
"Estel." He breathed. "I know where he is!"
Elrond led them to a small opening in the side of a cliff where it appeared to have been knocked through to create a large cavern. Torches could be seen burning down a small passageway, and screams ricocheted throughout the passage. Elrond's eyes burned as Legolas pulled his daggers from his belt and gripped them tightly.
"It's been made by Orcs." Legolas noted as his eyes inspected the inside of the corridor.
Stepping into the dim light that the torches gave, Elrond led the way down the Orc-made corridor towards the sounds of screams, and laughter.
*****
Aragorn was having difficulty breathing. The constant battering the Orcs were giving his body was enough to render him helpless to move or take breath. Within minutes at least three ribs were broken. The pain radiating through him was enough to send him reeling into the world of unconsciousness, but however the drug given to him was preventing him from blacking out.
Above him Deollyn was watching, his eyes never leaving Aragorn. The Ranger rolled onto his side as the Orcs moved away from him, though that was a mistake. He felt a dagger being dug into his kneecap. The pain was incredible, and yet he could do nothing to stop the Orcs from harming him. He lay there in contorted agony, barely able to breathe, as the Orcs 'played' with him, taking salvation in his pain.
With what strength he had left Aragorn curled his arms around the top of his head and laid still waiting for the blows to come.
Then they stopped altogether.
Confused and frightened, he risked a chance to look up and what he saw gave him great delight.
Standing at the edge of the little room was Elrond and Legolas, their eyes filled with fury.
Elrond stepped forward. "Let him go Deollyn." He commanded.
Deollyn smirked. "Only if you give me what I want."
"We can." Elrond replied, shocking both Deollyn and Aragorn.
"H...ow?" Aragorn tried to say, but failed as he spat blood.
"We have a suspect, Deollyn," Elrond said, "Allow him to be apprehended and brought here."
"And while we wait you will want to tend the boy?" Deollyn sneered.
Elrond nodded.
"How can I believe the words you speak? How do I know what you say is the truth?"
"Because we have the proof right here!"
From the shadows came Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel and Marihel holding Sîrfalas. "We took a detour across the plain to get back to Rivendell. Sîrfalas surrendered." Elladan said.
"And he's got a confession to make." Elrohir said.
"Tell your minions to leave." Elrond bade. "Only then will we continue."
Deollyn nodded. "Go, but be in calls' reach."
Ever so quickly the Orcs left, leaving the elves and Deollyn alone to sort out this mess.
Elladan pushed Sîrfalas forward. "Speak."
The elf pushed himself to his feet as he had fallen when pushed, and casting a glance at Aragorn, began his tale.
TBC
A/N) Sîrfalas' Confession is up next! What will he say? Oooh, I can't wait to type this part.... I'll start now *g*.