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Author's Note: This chapter was inspired by the song In Dreams by Enya from The Fellowship of the Rings soundtrack. That's all I got to say for this chapter. Enjoy!
We Are One
In Dreams
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When the cold of winter comes, Starless night will cover day. In the veiling of the sun, We will walk in bitter rain. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Black. Everything was black. She turned in a full circle looking for something. Something that she needed to find but she didn't know what. Her hands groped blindly in the darkness. She stumbled and fell, hair cascading down her face. She stood up again and continued her search for it. In the distance she saw the bold outline of a figure with a golden halo. She ran towards it, knowing in her heart that it was Haldir. It had to be Haldir.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ But in dreams, I hear your name. And in dreams, We will meet again. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she closed the distance, the figure turned to her; his face was veiled by the liquid gold of his hair. She cried out his name but no reply was heard. She reached up and brushed his hair away from his face, waiting to see the face that she knew and loved. 'Haldir,' she whispered longingly into the darkness.
But it was not he. As she swept back the beautiful golden hair, she saw. Him!
'NO! Saes! Please no! Saes! Saes!'
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hithiel's emerald eyes snapped open and she sat up violently in her bed. "SAES!!" she screamed into the cold stone chamber of Mirkwood.
Her eyes were wide with fear and she was drenched in cold sweat. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself. 'Just a nightmare. It's just a stupid nightmare.'
A sharp knock on the door got her attention. "Milady, are you alright?" a sleepy voice asked.
She recognized the voice as one of her servants. "Fine," she answered more to herself than the servant. "Fine."
She fell back onto the bed and for the first time, noticed her wounds. Her left arm that was badly injured during the battle was bandaged and throbbing because of her sharp movements earlier. Her back was also sore and covered in bandages. Pearly white scars decorated her forearm but she didn't pay attention to those. Elves don't leave scars. They will fade in a couple of days.
She closed her eyes and tried to get in a few more hours of sleep but as soon as she did, images of her nightmare came back to haunt her. She saw the figure with the golden hair that looked so much like Haldir but as soon as she saw his eyes, she knew it wasn't him. Haldir's eyes that were a stormy blue-gray color were replaced with burning red slits. Sauron's eyes. Red eyes that showed nothing but hatred. It was wreathed with flames and burned her. Those eyes looked at her from Haldir. She knew it wasn't Haldir but she couldn't forget it. 'It can't be Haldir. It just can't. He's too proud to turn into one of them. He can't.'
She rolled over again but the image of Haldir with Sauron's eyes kept haunting her. She instinctively reached up to her neck to touch the amulet that use to hang there but her fingers grasped nothing but air. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something. Anything than Sauron's eyes.
Maybe it was her imagination but she thought she felt fire creeping along her back. The fire turned into a dull throb as it faded but soon another one flared up. Her injured back was an angry shade of red as it continued. A moan of pain sprang to her lips her back burned with an unknown flame but it soon turned icy cold. She felt pain throughout her body as a shudder ran through her.
Hithiel sat up in her bed, unwilling to sleep any longer. She ran her hand through her unruly silver tresses in frustration. 'What's wrong with me? I can't be sick and I'm not imaging this.'
Then it hit her. She was bound to Haldir and would feel all the pain he felt. 'Please let him be alright and in good hands, please, Valor.'
She winced again as pain washed over her body again, seizing her muscles and setting them on fire. Hithiel wrapped her arms around her to still her quivering form. As soon as it was over, she leapt out of bed and quickly changed into her tunic, smiling in grim satisfaction that the royal household disapproved of them and called it 'man wear.'
She was careful not to over use her left arm that was still weak from the injury as she strapped her long knives to her back. She grabbed a small throwing dagger from a dresser and hid it in the folds of her tunic. Hithiel reached for her bow and arrows but they were not there. Frowning slightly, she checked her saddlebag but her hands met with unfamiliar steel. Slowly, she drew them out and realized they were Legolas's daggers that she found. It glittered like a jewel, catching the first rays of the sun in the early morning.
Carefully, she wrapped the marvelous weapon in cloth and slid it into an empty sheathe. She walked lightly out of her chamber and into the silent hallway. Nobody was awake yet at that hour. She was but a mere shadow slipping through the palace of Mirkwood like a fleet-footed deer through the meadows.
She found the entrance hall in no time and grabbed the familiar handles, pulling. But it didn't open. Of course! It would be locked now. She silently berated herself for not thinking of that earlier. Ambaril will have the key, she thought. He has to.
She ran silently down the hallways again and found his chambers with no problem. It was the grandest room in the palace, not counting the throne room. She pressed her ear against the wooden door softly before walking in.
The room was breathtakingly beautiful, covered with draperies of a lush green color with intricate designs on it, a handsome wooden desk and dresser with gold lining, even the carpet was a pale gray-green hue that was so spongy that her foot sank down to the ankles as she walked. She hesitantly walked, or bounced because of the carpet, to the side of Ambaril's bed.
She looked upon the face of the sleeping King and recalled memories of Ambaril before when they were lovers. The delicate innocence of his youth was upon his face, golden hair spread out behind him like an angel. Despite all that he had done to her, she still had to smile as she looked upon Ambaril with his carefree innocence. She reached out a hand to brush some strands of hair away from his face but quickly recoiled as if she had been struck.
She remembered why she was there and her eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for a glint of metal that would lead her to her freedom and Haldir. She saw nothing so she went over to the dresser, carefully pulling out the drawers, searching for it. She had searched almost all of them before she felt a warm hand on the back of her neck. She froze, knowing she was caught. "So now you come to me, my fair Bereth," he cooed into her ear. It was a statement not a question. [Queen]
Hithiel swallowed before turning to face him. His arrogant smirk was gone and replaced with an almost tender smile. But her eyes were drawn to the keys attached to his belt. His golden hair hung loosely around his face, reminding her of Haldir. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly gently caressing her face.
"Keys," she stammered quickly, unable to form coherent thoughts. "I was-" the rest was lost as a soft mouth covered hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
He pulled away slowly after awhile, looking for her reaction. Her eyes widened slightly and she flushed a light shade of pink. Ambaril grinned, completely unlike his usual self. Hithiel looked down, avoiding his eye, her mind racing. 'No, this is wrong. I belong to Haldir now.'
A flash of pain went through Ambaril's eyes but he quickly hid it. "You still love him," he said softly.
A nod was his rely. He gently put his arms on her shoulders and made her look up. "How can I win your love again?" His voice was so soft and almost heart-breakingly pitiful.
Hithiel shook her head, silver hair swaying down her back. "Nay, there is nothing. You always had my love but only Haldir could truly have my heart." Her fingers briefly touched the blood-red jewel fastened around her neck. "This only binds my body to you but I am also bound to Haldir by blood. Nothing can change that."
Ambaril sighed and dropped his gaze. "I'm sorry, but you must understand. Mirkwood needs an heir to the throne. I cannot let you leave without one," his eyes were pleading and desperate.
Hithiel's head snapped up and she glared at him. "I knew this had something to do with it! Understand me now; I will NOT produce an heir. Ever. You might as well get a new Queen." And with that, she strode out of his chamber, fuming at how he tried to act all nice to her to try and get her to give him an heir.
As soon as she was out of earshot, she laughed softly and produced the keys that she had stolen from him when he was kissing her. She ran back to the main entrance and unlocked the door, discarding the keys on the floor where Ambaril will find it later. She stepped out into the sunrise and smiled lightly. She stood there for a while, enjoying the cool morning breeze until she heard footsteps behind her. She whirled around and saw Ambaril, fully dressed in this 'King robes.'
"I know you want to go back to Lothlorien," he said as he approached her in a leisure pace. His arrogant tone was back and his nose was stuck up in the air again. "But you have forgotten something." He lightly tapped the jewel around her neck and Hithiel remembered her last attempt. "You cannot leave Mirkwood without my permission," he said with a smirk.
Hithiel glared daggers at him and her fist closed around the hated jewel. It pulsed angrily in her fist but she cared not. She tried for the umpteenth time to pull it off. The golden band still held strong. She lifted her chin, "Release me." All her anger, frustration, and coldness were poured into those two words. Even Ambaril flinched when he heard it.
"And why should I? If I release you, you will never come back. Besides, I don't like Haldir, and I don't think you will like him very much either when you hear what he did," he said smugly.
"What did he do?" demanded Hithiel with a flash of anger in her glowing eyes.
Ambaril produced a small glass vial that Haldir sent him to give to Hithiel. The potion that would erase Haldir from her heart. He shook the vial gently, letting its contents slosh against the glass. "Very much like aphrodisiacs, only stronger. From Haldir's own hands too. What do you have to say to that?"
Hithiel's glance strayed to the small vial and she bit her lip. Haldir couldn't have given it to him. Why would he? Doubt crept into her mind like poison. "I don't care," she managed. "Just release me."
"What if I say no?"
Hithiel completely lost it. She started yelling herself hoarse at him. "I don't care if you're King! You don't mean anything to me! Nothing! I am not going to give you an heir so deal with it and find another! You disgust me! You don't care about anybody but yourself! You're such a pig! Do you care about anybody else? I don't think so! Probably not even your only blood related younger brother! Legolas! He could be lying injured somewhere! Do you even care about your own family?! Legolas! Your brother! He could be dying!" While she was yelling, she slapped the glass vial out of his hands so that its contents spilled over the marble steps. Ambaril's eyes blazed with fury but she cared not.
She took a deep breath, having said that and probably have the country of Mirkwood heard it too. 'Good thing too so when they see him, they will no who the pig-of-a-king is.' Her voice was loud and sharp like a whip. "Your own brother! Will you do nothing?" She fastened an accusatory gaze on him.
Ambaril shifted uncomfortable and looked away. "What are you talking about? Where is Legolas?" Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen his younger brother for three days.
Hithiel glared at him and whipped out a dagger from her sheathe. Ambaril backed away, thinking she was going to strike. "Look at this," she snarled. "Do you recognize it? It is one of Legolas's white knives. I found it buried in an orc on that path that day when you came. Legolas will never leave his weapon in a foul beast unless he was desperate. You know this. He cares for his weapon more than any Elf I know. It is unlike him to leave one of his white knives in an orc."
Ambaril took the knife from her with shaking hands. His eyes grew wide as he examined the script on the blade. It was indeed Legolas's. He tore his eyes from it and stared at Hithiel. "Where is he?" he asked a hint of worry in his voice.
Hithiel laughed coldly. "Now you know why I wanted to leave. He could be anywhere. Wounded, injured, or even dead. How should I know when you keep me in that cave?"
"Let's go," he said, turning to walk to the stables.
"Let's?" asked Hithiel.
"Now! You are right. Legolas is my brother and he could be injured somewhere. Let's go!" A hint of urgency was in his clear voice.
"You're forgetting something," she said pointing to the jewel.
Ambaril sighed and relented. He walked over and brushed his finger over the glittering red. Hithiel looked down and tugged at it. The golden band loosened slightly but didn't come off. "Don't even think about it," Ambaril warned. "As soon as Legolas is back, I'll reverse it."
"What about Haldir?" she asked.
Ambaril stiffened visibly at the mention of his name. "What about him?" he asked not really caring.
"He's being tortured somewhere. He needs help! Send your soldiers to Mordor. Free him!" her voice was racked with anguish.
Ambaril laughed at this. "Why should I? When he is gone, I don't have anything to worry about." With that he walked away leaving her speechless.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When the seas and mountains fall, And we come to end of days ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His body was racked with pain when he awoke. The cold air hit his naked body making him shiver. He had lost all sense of touch in his arms that were still chained above him and the coldness was numbing his body. Memories of what happened yesterday plagued him and would not allow any restful sleep. The shame of being held prisoner racked his mind. He would've died of grief a long time ago from being violated but if he died, so would Hithiel. He drew his strength from the thought that she was alive and will come to his aid.
He felt dirty and unworthy of her now. Sauron's seed has been passed into him and it made him want to throw-up. He needed to wash the invisible coat of filth that now covered him. Haldir wanted to die. He really did but the thought of Hithiel was the only thing that kept him from it. She was his greatest treasure and greatest burden. She made him keep himself alive but he wanted to die because he was not worthy anymore. He didn't want to live anymore. The light was quenched from his eyes and left it dull. He was nothing more than a mere shadow of the great warrior he was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ In the dark, I hear a call, Calling me there I will go there, and back again ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He silently pleaded to Valor that Hithiel will come for him. She was his only hope now. He could never escape Barad-dur on his own. Sauron will always find him and his weakness. He bowed his head in defeat, mumbling all the Elvish curse words he knew at Sauron. 'Hithiel, please hurry.'
He did not doubt her. He knew that she would come for him. The last words he said to her were 'Come back to me,' and even though her reply was faint, the wind bore the message to him. He heard what she had said and believed in it.
'Always.'
Oh my God, all you reviewers are so awesome! I can't believe I got over 160 reviews! Oh man. I love you all! *hugs* Anyways, replies are below. I don't do replies to reviews in every single chapter. Just when I feel like it! Oh yeah, question: Aragorn, Faramir, or Eomer? Pick one. I won't say what it is for but they will be the semi-bad/good guy. Confusing I know. ^-^
Haldir's Heart and Soul-Yes, our poor beloved Haldir is being tortured! *turns away in shame* I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! It was so tempting and my friend wanted some slashyness.
Aragorns-gurl33-I think the slash demon got me. I'm sorry but that's the way my very perverted mind works! Thank you soooo much for the reviews, Katy!! Yay! Happy! You can call me Christy instead of Eruinichil. Eruinichil is too hard to type. Lol
The Llama-Get use to it cause there's gonna be more where that came from! Lol A LOT more! The three levels are Citrus, Lime, and Lemon with Citrus being light and stuff like mine to full scale Lemon. Very graphic. I never tried writing that-yet.
Isdule07-Poor, poor Haldir. But I like slash so I guess I made Sauron slashy! Yay! Slash! Did you watch Matrix Reloaded? There was a similar line like it. That's where I got the idea! *grins*
LotrFreak-Yes, I shall torture Haldir because u didn't review! Muahahaha!! Hehe Don't worry, I WILL continue! Thanx!
DarkCloudSurfer-Don't worry! If I decide to make it a happy ending, he will get free. That is IF I make it a happy ending.
KeeperOfNenya-I'll try to make it happy for you later but right now, it's gonna be all angst for a while.
Mithithiel-YOUR Haldir? Me want Haldir too!! *Tug-o-War with Haldir*
Tinuviel88-Yesss! Haldir is prisoner until I get more reviews!! *evil laughter*
Author's Note: This chapter was inspired by the song In Dreams by Enya from The Fellowship of the Rings soundtrack. That's all I got to say for this chapter. Enjoy!
We Are One
In Dreams
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When the cold of winter comes, Starless night will cover day. In the veiling of the sun, We will walk in bitter rain. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Black. Everything was black. She turned in a full circle looking for something. Something that she needed to find but she didn't know what. Her hands groped blindly in the darkness. She stumbled and fell, hair cascading down her face. She stood up again and continued her search for it. In the distance she saw the bold outline of a figure with a golden halo. She ran towards it, knowing in her heart that it was Haldir. It had to be Haldir.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ But in dreams, I hear your name. And in dreams, We will meet again. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she closed the distance, the figure turned to her; his face was veiled by the liquid gold of his hair. She cried out his name but no reply was heard. She reached up and brushed his hair away from his face, waiting to see the face that she knew and loved. 'Haldir,' she whispered longingly into the darkness.
But it was not he. As she swept back the beautiful golden hair, she saw. Him!
'NO! Saes! Please no! Saes! Saes!'
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hithiel's emerald eyes snapped open and she sat up violently in her bed. "SAES!!" she screamed into the cold stone chamber of Mirkwood.
Her eyes were wide with fear and she was drenched in cold sweat. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself. 'Just a nightmare. It's just a stupid nightmare.'
A sharp knock on the door got her attention. "Milady, are you alright?" a sleepy voice asked.
She recognized the voice as one of her servants. "Fine," she answered more to herself than the servant. "Fine."
She fell back onto the bed and for the first time, noticed her wounds. Her left arm that was badly injured during the battle was bandaged and throbbing because of her sharp movements earlier. Her back was also sore and covered in bandages. Pearly white scars decorated her forearm but she didn't pay attention to those. Elves don't leave scars. They will fade in a couple of days.
She closed her eyes and tried to get in a few more hours of sleep but as soon as she did, images of her nightmare came back to haunt her. She saw the figure with the golden hair that looked so much like Haldir but as soon as she saw his eyes, she knew it wasn't him. Haldir's eyes that were a stormy blue-gray color were replaced with burning red slits. Sauron's eyes. Red eyes that showed nothing but hatred. It was wreathed with flames and burned her. Those eyes looked at her from Haldir. She knew it wasn't Haldir but she couldn't forget it. 'It can't be Haldir. It just can't. He's too proud to turn into one of them. He can't.'
She rolled over again but the image of Haldir with Sauron's eyes kept haunting her. She instinctively reached up to her neck to touch the amulet that use to hang there but her fingers grasped nothing but air. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something. Anything than Sauron's eyes.
Maybe it was her imagination but she thought she felt fire creeping along her back. The fire turned into a dull throb as it faded but soon another one flared up. Her injured back was an angry shade of red as it continued. A moan of pain sprang to her lips her back burned with an unknown flame but it soon turned icy cold. She felt pain throughout her body as a shudder ran through her.
Hithiel sat up in her bed, unwilling to sleep any longer. She ran her hand through her unruly silver tresses in frustration. 'What's wrong with me? I can't be sick and I'm not imaging this.'
Then it hit her. She was bound to Haldir and would feel all the pain he felt. 'Please let him be alright and in good hands, please, Valor.'
She winced again as pain washed over her body again, seizing her muscles and setting them on fire. Hithiel wrapped her arms around her to still her quivering form. As soon as it was over, she leapt out of bed and quickly changed into her tunic, smiling in grim satisfaction that the royal household disapproved of them and called it 'man wear.'
She was careful not to over use her left arm that was still weak from the injury as she strapped her long knives to her back. She grabbed a small throwing dagger from a dresser and hid it in the folds of her tunic. Hithiel reached for her bow and arrows but they were not there. Frowning slightly, she checked her saddlebag but her hands met with unfamiliar steel. Slowly, she drew them out and realized they were Legolas's daggers that she found. It glittered like a jewel, catching the first rays of the sun in the early morning.
Carefully, she wrapped the marvelous weapon in cloth and slid it into an empty sheathe. She walked lightly out of her chamber and into the silent hallway. Nobody was awake yet at that hour. She was but a mere shadow slipping through the palace of Mirkwood like a fleet-footed deer through the meadows.
She found the entrance hall in no time and grabbed the familiar handles, pulling. But it didn't open. Of course! It would be locked now. She silently berated herself for not thinking of that earlier. Ambaril will have the key, she thought. He has to.
She ran silently down the hallways again and found his chambers with no problem. It was the grandest room in the palace, not counting the throne room. She pressed her ear against the wooden door softly before walking in.
The room was breathtakingly beautiful, covered with draperies of a lush green color with intricate designs on it, a handsome wooden desk and dresser with gold lining, even the carpet was a pale gray-green hue that was so spongy that her foot sank down to the ankles as she walked. She hesitantly walked, or bounced because of the carpet, to the side of Ambaril's bed.
She looked upon the face of the sleeping King and recalled memories of Ambaril before when they were lovers. The delicate innocence of his youth was upon his face, golden hair spread out behind him like an angel. Despite all that he had done to her, she still had to smile as she looked upon Ambaril with his carefree innocence. She reached out a hand to brush some strands of hair away from his face but quickly recoiled as if she had been struck.
She remembered why she was there and her eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for a glint of metal that would lead her to her freedom and Haldir. She saw nothing so she went over to the dresser, carefully pulling out the drawers, searching for it. She had searched almost all of them before she felt a warm hand on the back of her neck. She froze, knowing she was caught. "So now you come to me, my fair Bereth," he cooed into her ear. It was a statement not a question. [Queen]
Hithiel swallowed before turning to face him. His arrogant smirk was gone and replaced with an almost tender smile. But her eyes were drawn to the keys attached to his belt. His golden hair hung loosely around his face, reminding her of Haldir. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly gently caressing her face.
"Keys," she stammered quickly, unable to form coherent thoughts. "I was-" the rest was lost as a soft mouth covered hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
He pulled away slowly after awhile, looking for her reaction. Her eyes widened slightly and she flushed a light shade of pink. Ambaril grinned, completely unlike his usual self. Hithiel looked down, avoiding his eye, her mind racing. 'No, this is wrong. I belong to Haldir now.'
A flash of pain went through Ambaril's eyes but he quickly hid it. "You still love him," he said softly.
A nod was his rely. He gently put his arms on her shoulders and made her look up. "How can I win your love again?" His voice was so soft and almost heart-breakingly pitiful.
Hithiel shook her head, silver hair swaying down her back. "Nay, there is nothing. You always had my love but only Haldir could truly have my heart." Her fingers briefly touched the blood-red jewel fastened around her neck. "This only binds my body to you but I am also bound to Haldir by blood. Nothing can change that."
Ambaril sighed and dropped his gaze. "I'm sorry, but you must understand. Mirkwood needs an heir to the throne. I cannot let you leave without one," his eyes were pleading and desperate.
Hithiel's head snapped up and she glared at him. "I knew this had something to do with it! Understand me now; I will NOT produce an heir. Ever. You might as well get a new Queen." And with that, she strode out of his chamber, fuming at how he tried to act all nice to her to try and get her to give him an heir.
As soon as she was out of earshot, she laughed softly and produced the keys that she had stolen from him when he was kissing her. She ran back to the main entrance and unlocked the door, discarding the keys on the floor where Ambaril will find it later. She stepped out into the sunrise and smiled lightly. She stood there for a while, enjoying the cool morning breeze until she heard footsteps behind her. She whirled around and saw Ambaril, fully dressed in this 'King robes.'
"I know you want to go back to Lothlorien," he said as he approached her in a leisure pace. His arrogant tone was back and his nose was stuck up in the air again. "But you have forgotten something." He lightly tapped the jewel around her neck and Hithiel remembered her last attempt. "You cannot leave Mirkwood without my permission," he said with a smirk.
Hithiel glared daggers at him and her fist closed around the hated jewel. It pulsed angrily in her fist but she cared not. She tried for the umpteenth time to pull it off. The golden band still held strong. She lifted her chin, "Release me." All her anger, frustration, and coldness were poured into those two words. Even Ambaril flinched when he heard it.
"And why should I? If I release you, you will never come back. Besides, I don't like Haldir, and I don't think you will like him very much either when you hear what he did," he said smugly.
"What did he do?" demanded Hithiel with a flash of anger in her glowing eyes.
Ambaril produced a small glass vial that Haldir sent him to give to Hithiel. The potion that would erase Haldir from her heart. He shook the vial gently, letting its contents slosh against the glass. "Very much like aphrodisiacs, only stronger. From Haldir's own hands too. What do you have to say to that?"
Hithiel's glance strayed to the small vial and she bit her lip. Haldir couldn't have given it to him. Why would he? Doubt crept into her mind like poison. "I don't care," she managed. "Just release me."
"What if I say no?"
Hithiel completely lost it. She started yelling herself hoarse at him. "I don't care if you're King! You don't mean anything to me! Nothing! I am not going to give you an heir so deal with it and find another! You disgust me! You don't care about anybody but yourself! You're such a pig! Do you care about anybody else? I don't think so! Probably not even your only blood related younger brother! Legolas! He could be lying injured somewhere! Do you even care about your own family?! Legolas! Your brother! He could be dying!" While she was yelling, she slapped the glass vial out of his hands so that its contents spilled over the marble steps. Ambaril's eyes blazed with fury but she cared not.
She took a deep breath, having said that and probably have the country of Mirkwood heard it too. 'Good thing too so when they see him, they will no who the pig-of-a-king is.' Her voice was loud and sharp like a whip. "Your own brother! Will you do nothing?" She fastened an accusatory gaze on him.
Ambaril shifted uncomfortable and looked away. "What are you talking about? Where is Legolas?" Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen his younger brother for three days.
Hithiel glared at him and whipped out a dagger from her sheathe. Ambaril backed away, thinking she was going to strike. "Look at this," she snarled. "Do you recognize it? It is one of Legolas's white knives. I found it buried in an orc on that path that day when you came. Legolas will never leave his weapon in a foul beast unless he was desperate. You know this. He cares for his weapon more than any Elf I know. It is unlike him to leave one of his white knives in an orc."
Ambaril took the knife from her with shaking hands. His eyes grew wide as he examined the script on the blade. It was indeed Legolas's. He tore his eyes from it and stared at Hithiel. "Where is he?" he asked a hint of worry in his voice.
Hithiel laughed coldly. "Now you know why I wanted to leave. He could be anywhere. Wounded, injured, or even dead. How should I know when you keep me in that cave?"
"Let's go," he said, turning to walk to the stables.
"Let's?" asked Hithiel.
"Now! You are right. Legolas is my brother and he could be injured somewhere. Let's go!" A hint of urgency was in his clear voice.
"You're forgetting something," she said pointing to the jewel.
Ambaril sighed and relented. He walked over and brushed his finger over the glittering red. Hithiel looked down and tugged at it. The golden band loosened slightly but didn't come off. "Don't even think about it," Ambaril warned. "As soon as Legolas is back, I'll reverse it."
"What about Haldir?" she asked.
Ambaril stiffened visibly at the mention of his name. "What about him?" he asked not really caring.
"He's being tortured somewhere. He needs help! Send your soldiers to Mordor. Free him!" her voice was racked with anguish.
Ambaril laughed at this. "Why should I? When he is gone, I don't have anything to worry about." With that he walked away leaving her speechless.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When the seas and mountains fall, And we come to end of days ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His body was racked with pain when he awoke. The cold air hit his naked body making him shiver. He had lost all sense of touch in his arms that were still chained above him and the coldness was numbing his body. Memories of what happened yesterday plagued him and would not allow any restful sleep. The shame of being held prisoner racked his mind. He would've died of grief a long time ago from being violated but if he died, so would Hithiel. He drew his strength from the thought that she was alive and will come to his aid.
He felt dirty and unworthy of her now. Sauron's seed has been passed into him and it made him want to throw-up. He needed to wash the invisible coat of filth that now covered him. Haldir wanted to die. He really did but the thought of Hithiel was the only thing that kept him from it. She was his greatest treasure and greatest burden. She made him keep himself alive but he wanted to die because he was not worthy anymore. He didn't want to live anymore. The light was quenched from his eyes and left it dull. He was nothing more than a mere shadow of the great warrior he was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ In the dark, I hear a call, Calling me there I will go there, and back again ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He silently pleaded to Valor that Hithiel will come for him. She was his only hope now. He could never escape Barad-dur on his own. Sauron will always find him and his weakness. He bowed his head in defeat, mumbling all the Elvish curse words he knew at Sauron. 'Hithiel, please hurry.'
He did not doubt her. He knew that she would come for him. The last words he said to her were 'Come back to me,' and even though her reply was faint, the wind bore the message to him. He heard what she had said and believed in it.
'Always.'
Oh my God, all you reviewers are so awesome! I can't believe I got over 160 reviews! Oh man. I love you all! *hugs* Anyways, replies are below. I don't do replies to reviews in every single chapter. Just when I feel like it! Oh yeah, question: Aragorn, Faramir, or Eomer? Pick one. I won't say what it is for but they will be the semi-bad/good guy. Confusing I know. ^-^
Haldir's Heart and Soul-Yes, our poor beloved Haldir is being tortured! *turns away in shame* I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! It was so tempting and my friend wanted some slashyness.
Aragorns-gurl33-I think the slash demon got me. I'm sorry but that's the way my very perverted mind works! Thank you soooo much for the reviews, Katy!! Yay! Happy! You can call me Christy instead of Eruinichil. Eruinichil is too hard to type. Lol
The Llama-Get use to it cause there's gonna be more where that came from! Lol A LOT more! The three levels are Citrus, Lime, and Lemon with Citrus being light and stuff like mine to full scale Lemon. Very graphic. I never tried writing that-yet.
Isdule07-Poor, poor Haldir. But I like slash so I guess I made Sauron slashy! Yay! Slash! Did you watch Matrix Reloaded? There was a similar line like it. That's where I got the idea! *grins*
LotrFreak-Yes, I shall torture Haldir because u didn't review! Muahahaha!! Hehe Don't worry, I WILL continue! Thanx!
DarkCloudSurfer-Don't worry! If I decide to make it a happy ending, he will get free. That is IF I make it a happy ending.
KeeperOfNenya-I'll try to make it happy for you later but right now, it's gonna be all angst for a while.
Mithithiel-YOUR Haldir? Me want Haldir too!! *Tug-o-War with Haldir*
Tinuviel88-Yesss! Haldir is prisoner until I get more reviews!! *evil laughter*