Moment of truth
"Aragorn you are not going!" Elrond said fiercely. Aragorn had told Elrond that he was about to leave to rescue Legolas. "He is my friend! They are more-than-likely beating him as we speak! He is an Elf...not a God! I have to help him, or he will...will...he will...die." Aragorn fought back. "I have already sent the twins, Haldir, and some other Elves. They will bring him back." Elrond said.
Aragorn would have said something, but a sudden dizziness came over him and he sat on the bed. "See? Do you see what I mean? You can barely stand up." Elrond said, with half-love and another tone that Aragorn couldn't place. "You're right, Ada. I'm just so scared for him. He was in a lot of pain when I saw him last and right now they are tripling his pain." Aragorn said, frowning.
"That is because you are his friend. Do not worry." Elrond said, even though he knew what would really happen.
Meanwhile, Legolas sat on the floor. It was so could in there! He would defend himself when the next guard came. But with what? Legolas looked around and spotted a piece of wood. He dragged himself to it and picked it up. "They aren't getting me without a fight." He said to himself.
In Rivendell, Aragorn had fallen asleep.
Legolas saw a guard come. He couldn't. He couldn't risk more torture, just because the piece of wood would have splintered if he hit the muscular Urak- hai. The guard didn't stop at his cell, but at the cell across from his. A young man was there one minute and in The Torture Room the next.
The man wasn't returned to his cell for at least 3 hours.
Legolas slept on the thin mat. He looked peaceful. Finally, he felt peaceful. Finally, he felt no pain.
~Okay sorry this was short. Can someone tell me how to do Italic words? And bold? Please! I'll be your best friend if you do, because I can't figure it out! ~
"Aragorn you are not going!" Elrond said fiercely. Aragorn had told Elrond that he was about to leave to rescue Legolas. "He is my friend! They are more-than-likely beating him as we speak! He is an Elf...not a God! I have to help him, or he will...will...he will...die." Aragorn fought back. "I have already sent the twins, Haldir, and some other Elves. They will bring him back." Elrond said.
Aragorn would have said something, but a sudden dizziness came over him and he sat on the bed. "See? Do you see what I mean? You can barely stand up." Elrond said, with half-love and another tone that Aragorn couldn't place. "You're right, Ada. I'm just so scared for him. He was in a lot of pain when I saw him last and right now they are tripling his pain." Aragorn said, frowning.
"That is because you are his friend. Do not worry." Elrond said, even though he knew what would really happen.
Meanwhile, Legolas sat on the floor. It was so could in there! He would defend himself when the next guard came. But with what? Legolas looked around and spotted a piece of wood. He dragged himself to it and picked it up. "They aren't getting me without a fight." He said to himself.
In Rivendell, Aragorn had fallen asleep.
Legolas saw a guard come. He couldn't. He couldn't risk more torture, just because the piece of wood would have splintered if he hit the muscular Urak- hai. The guard didn't stop at his cell, but at the cell across from his. A young man was there one minute and in The Torture Room the next.
The man wasn't returned to his cell for at least 3 hours.
Legolas slept on the thin mat. He looked peaceful. Finally, he felt peaceful. Finally, he felt no pain.
~Okay sorry this was short. Can someone tell me how to do Italic words? And bold? Please! I'll be your best friend if you do, because I can't figure it out! ~