Gone again
Lord Elrond finished bandaging Aragorn's wounds. They weren't infected, but they were bad. Aragorn would live. "Ada? Legolas...I tried...I couldn't...gone...again...took him" Aragorn said. Elrond was surprised, for he didn't know Aragorn was awake. "No, Aragorn. He'll be okay. I sent some Elves out earlier to find him. You did great. I should have sent reinforcements in with you. How are you feeling?" Elrond asked soothingly. Aragorn sighed. "I'm fine. I just don't know how Legolas will take being captured again by the same people." Aragorn said.
"He will most likely be traumatized, but that will heal in time. I fear he is being punished for his rescue, though." Elrond said. "So do I. So do I." Aragorn said, turning his head to the window. The sun was shining brightly and it hurt his eyes so he turned back to face Lord Elrond.
At the moment, miles away, Legolas was on the floor of his cell. He was shaking uncontrollably. "Why, Ada? Why?" Legolas asked the dark. Ada? Thranduil. That man didn't deserve to be an Elf. He should be an Orc! He doesn't deserve the title "Dad" or "Ada". He deserves "Liar", "Traitor", and other unspeakable terms.
"AH! Our Elf is awake." Gord said, opening his cell door. Legolas shuddered at the term "our". "Pay time. This should be painful, Elf." Gord said.
GORD'S POV:
I took the Elf into the Torture room. Nath was following me. I grab a nice new leather bullwhip. This bullwhip his a gold tip that is 5 inches long. OH! This will hurt the Elf. Badly. Nath ties the elf to the Posts.
I stand behind the Elf and bring the whip back. Then, I slam it forwards into his already beaten back. He flinches but makes no noise. I hear myself scowl. Dang Elf! Won't show weakness. I keep hitting him. Nath blinks and shudders each time. He is such a softy, he isn't very mean, and I don't think he would hit this Elf very hard.
I put the whip down and the Elf un-tenses. He is shaking, though. I grab a chain. Should I? The Elf tenses. Yeah. I should. I hit him three times with the rusty chain and then set it down. This time, he doesn't un-tense. His head is low and his hair hangs around his face. He whispers something in his language. I don't care what he said and I don't ask.
I let him drop from the wrist-clasps. He immediately goes to a corner. His hair hides his face. He trembles slightly. I ignore it and grab about 6 tubes of different poisons. I inject them into his system and within minutes he is asleep.
END POV.
Back in Rivendell, Aragorn lay on the bed. Lord Elrond didn't tell Aragorn what he had foreseen.
ELROND'S FORESIGHT:
(A/N: No this has NOT happened! This is just what Elrond sees. It's what he thinks will happen. I am not telling yet if it is correct.)
Legolas lay in his cell. The poison had caused him to sleep but he had awoken quickly. A Urak-hai stepped in loudly and retrieved Legolas from the ground. Legolas winced in pain. "You now get more punishment for the escape, scum. You will wish, if you live that is, that you had never left." The Urak-hai said, dropping Legolas to the floor. "You will be begging for death by the end.".
"I don't...think...so." Legolas managed as a convulsion came on. "AWWW! The convulsion hurt? Well, too bad." The Urak-hai said mockingly. The convulsion stopped moments later and Legolas didn't move as two Men entered the room.
Lord Elrond finished bandaging Aragorn's wounds. They weren't infected, but they were bad. Aragorn would live. "Ada? Legolas...I tried...I couldn't...gone...again...took him" Aragorn said. Elrond was surprised, for he didn't know Aragorn was awake. "No, Aragorn. He'll be okay. I sent some Elves out earlier to find him. You did great. I should have sent reinforcements in with you. How are you feeling?" Elrond asked soothingly. Aragorn sighed. "I'm fine. I just don't know how Legolas will take being captured again by the same people." Aragorn said.
"He will most likely be traumatized, but that will heal in time. I fear he is being punished for his rescue, though." Elrond said. "So do I. So do I." Aragorn said, turning his head to the window. The sun was shining brightly and it hurt his eyes so he turned back to face Lord Elrond.
At the moment, miles away, Legolas was on the floor of his cell. He was shaking uncontrollably. "Why, Ada? Why?" Legolas asked the dark. Ada? Thranduil. That man didn't deserve to be an Elf. He should be an Orc! He doesn't deserve the title "Dad" or "Ada". He deserves "Liar", "Traitor", and other unspeakable terms.
"AH! Our Elf is awake." Gord said, opening his cell door. Legolas shuddered at the term "our". "Pay time. This should be painful, Elf." Gord said.
GORD'S POV:
I took the Elf into the Torture room. Nath was following me. I grab a nice new leather bullwhip. This bullwhip his a gold tip that is 5 inches long. OH! This will hurt the Elf. Badly. Nath ties the elf to the Posts.
I stand behind the Elf and bring the whip back. Then, I slam it forwards into his already beaten back. He flinches but makes no noise. I hear myself scowl. Dang Elf! Won't show weakness. I keep hitting him. Nath blinks and shudders each time. He is such a softy, he isn't very mean, and I don't think he would hit this Elf very hard.
I put the whip down and the Elf un-tenses. He is shaking, though. I grab a chain. Should I? The Elf tenses. Yeah. I should. I hit him three times with the rusty chain and then set it down. This time, he doesn't un-tense. His head is low and his hair hangs around his face. He whispers something in his language. I don't care what he said and I don't ask.
I let him drop from the wrist-clasps. He immediately goes to a corner. His hair hides his face. He trembles slightly. I ignore it and grab about 6 tubes of different poisons. I inject them into his system and within minutes he is asleep.
END POV.
Back in Rivendell, Aragorn lay on the bed. Lord Elrond didn't tell Aragorn what he had foreseen.
ELROND'S FORESIGHT:
(A/N: No this has NOT happened! This is just what Elrond sees. It's what he thinks will happen. I am not telling yet if it is correct.)
Legolas lay in his cell. The poison had caused him to sleep but he had awoken quickly. A Urak-hai stepped in loudly and retrieved Legolas from the ground. Legolas winced in pain. "You now get more punishment for the escape, scum. You will wish, if you live that is, that you had never left." The Urak-hai said, dropping Legolas to the floor. "You will be begging for death by the end.".
"I don't...think...so." Legolas managed as a convulsion came on. "AWWW! The convulsion hurt? Well, too bad." The Urak-hai said mockingly. The convulsion stopped moments later and Legolas didn't move as two Men entered the room.