Heya! I'm sorry I can't see the reviews....Growl. I hope I actually do see them before I die lolz. Ok so here's chapter 2 unfortunately I don't know what anyone said so I'm on my own. This'll be longer I promise! *wink wink*
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"Poor little elfling. Lost in the snow, with only a pitiful human to save you. I told you, you should have just surrendered to me. But you choose to suffer. You will serve me elf. I will have you allegiance and your powers." His voice was exactly the same. Cool, cold, there was so little emotion. But Legolas could decipher the hint of anger, aggression, and evil. "The Myandrail may have chosen you," He spat. Sigath quickly regained his composure "But you're my prize, I will chain you up like a dog. I will make you beg for forgiveness. You cannot escape me. The Myandrail responds to me, you may own it, but I own you!"
Legolas found himself chained to the wall. His hands were behind his back, cuffed by black, rusted cuffs. The rust cut his skin and the harsh metal itched his skin. The elf's tunic was shredded. Cuts along his chest bled freely. The same two bruises marred the smooth skin on his face. Apart from that his face was un scratched and this angered the elf the most. He struggled furiously, the harsh cutting into his wrists. Legolas tried desperately to stand, but the chains held him down to the ground.
"Still fighting me Legolas?"
The elf gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. That voice would drive him insane. I am never broken. You can't hurt me. He kept repeating it to himself, over and over again, downing out the voice of Sigath.
Sigath smiled his calm cool colleted smile. The only hint of insanity lay in the glint in his eye. "Are you even listening to me?" He asked. Sigath was sitting on a black marble throne. The marble did not shine or look smooth. In fact it seemed like rusted metal, stained with crimson. Legolas realized he was in a castle of some sort. From the darkness weighing down on his elfin shoulders he knew he was deep in Mordor. All around him was that black metal glinting with crimson stains.
Legolas struggled wildly. Animalistic rage fired within him. "Get away from me!" he snarled. Sigath's surprise at the elf's resistance was quickly quelled. He stood up from his throne cockily.
"I am going to make you wish you were never born." He closed in on the elf. Legolas snarled and struggled violently.
"NO!" he screamed, "Get the hell away from me! GET AWAY!"
Legolas jolted awake. His body was shaking violently, weather with fear or cold he didn't know. Carefully he reached a trembling hand to his face and felt his cheekbone. He pressed gently on the skin. He breathed in sharply and withdrew his hand. The bruise was still there. He reached for the other cheek and cursed there was a bruise there too. His eyes glistened with tears of fear. He tried to calm himself by breathing in to the count of three and out for the count of three. It didn't work.
A shudder beside him made Legolas aware of the human next to him. Aragorn's body was shivering violently. "Oh no, you stupid ranger." He moaned. He gently shook the human's shoulder, waking him. "Come on wake up! We have to keep moving!"
The human groaned and shivered. He rolled away from the elf.
"Come on lazy human," Legolas said lightly. Aragorn didn't move. Fear began to grow in the elf's heart. "Aragorn wake up!" Legolas carefully felt the human's forehead and pulled away with a slight gasp. The ranger was burning up. Legolas shoved a handful of snow down Aragorn's shirt. He sat up with a jolt and shivered.
"Damn elf," he muttered. His arms were wrapped protectively around himself, he tried desperately to keep warm. "I can't feel my toes,"
"What!" Legolas yelled. He pulled off the humans boots and was met by the sight of slightly blue toes. Legolas sat back abruptly against the wall breathing deeply.
"Legolas?" His friends asked, his teeth clattering.
"It's nothing," Legolas whispered. HE had aggravated the burns on his back. His bright blue eyes wondered over to the fire and he noticed something. The snow near the fire was melted. He crawled over to the snow and reached a hand in. He smiled. The snow was like warm water. Without warning Aragorn's feet were shoved in the warm water to thaw. Legolas warmed his hands and feet as well.
For a while everything was fine. The two friends chatted light heartedly, their previous challenges forgotten. Finally Aragorn's ever caught up with him. The human nearly passed out. Legolas gently set him on the ground and let himself relax. After a few moments he closed his eyes and sweet darkness took over.
"No, please." Aragorn whispered. He rolled over. "Leave him alone. Get away, get away!" He thrashed in his sleep. "Let him go! No! You can't take him! Hold on mellon nin. Please stop it! LEGOLAS!"
Legolas' eyes flew open. "Aragorn!" The human lay thrashing wildly on the cold snow whimpering like an abused puppy. "Wake up!" The elf shook Aragorn, but he didn't acknowledge the elf's presence.
"Leave him alone! Stop it!" Aragorn yelled again. Legolas frantically tried to wake him. Aragorn screamed. His body shuddered violently. He was still burning up. He's delirious! Legolas thought frantically. Legolas shuddered at his friends screams, they shook him to the core. The elf began to hyperventilate. Air was quickly escaping him.
"Aragorn please wake up! You're dreaming!" But Legolas realized that Aragorn wasn't dreaming. He was suffocating on his fear. "No! Sigath, don't touch him! He is not a part of this!"
The wind howled carrying that voice. Now he is. The lost heir to Gondor. Fear of that voice showed plainly in the elf's bright blue eyes. All was lost. He had Aragorn. NO! The back of his mind screamed. You will not give up on Aragorn now, not ever!
"I will not be defeated. I did not fight you for so long to give in now!" Legolas yelled his voice horse. But there was nothing he could do.
"Please Legolas," Aragorn whimpered. "Make it stop, Get away!" Legolas' heart wrenched itself into his throat.
"I'm here mellon nin. I will always be here." Legolas whispered. He clasped the human's hand tightly. "I am not going to give up."
"Legolas help me! don't let him get the Myandrail! Leave him alone! no!" Aragorn screamed.
"I'm here!" Legolas screamed. "I won't let him get the Myandrail! It'll be alright." For a moment the human stopped moving. All was silent. Horrible cuts opened up all over the ranger's body. Blood oozed from the wounds. The look of horror on the elf's face could not be measured in words.
"ARAGRON!" more cuts opened up. Legolas desperately tried to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't stop. They looked like knife wounds. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! YOU WILL NOT HURT HIM!"
Legolas was crying. Tears leaked down his bruised cheeks and dripped of his chin. He hugged the shuddering human's body. Aragon's weak form didn't notice the elf. Legolas cried onto the humans shoulder. His dearest friend, his brother, would slowly bleed to death. Trapped in a nightmare, in the freezing cold snow.
What will I say to Elrond? How will I tell Elladon and Elrohir? And Arwen? What have I done? How will I ever face them again. You can't die Aragorn. Middle Earth still needs you. "YOU WILL NOT DIE!" legolas frantically tried to stop the bleeding everywhere. He constantly checked the human's weakening pulse. "I WON'T LET YOU!"
For a moment, just a moment. The wind stopped howling. The bleeding slowed. Aragorn lay still in peace. A beautiful voice, filled the air. A haunted melody of a voice so far away, yet so close. Legolas leaned into the voice, it comforted him, like a caress on the cheek. Your part in this tale, young ranger, is far from over. And you, my dear Legolas, I must be brief as the one who haunts you is searching for me as I speak. You are the Myandrail. Do not fear it. It is your gift, if you want to ever kill Sigath you must control it. Please love, don't die on me.
The voice was gone. For a moment Legolas wished to hear her again, but it was gone. For a moment he wonder who she was, and why he felt that fire inside him when she had spoken. But the wind howled louder. Aragorn tembeled and screamed. Legolas looked down at him a for a moment dispared.
You are the Myandrail
"I am the Myandrail," he whispered. "I am not your toy." His voice began to take on a feeling of an unearthly quality. "You will not hurt Aragorn anymore."
Again all was silent. Inside the elf there was a spark and a fire was lit. His eyes turned silver tinged with red fire. Red fire licked at his skin. It didn't burn him, but instead it made him like a huge ball of fire. "MYANDRAIL!"
The fire flaired up around him. Legolas gently cupped Aragorn's face in his hands. "Aragorn, you have to wake up! You won't let Sigath win! YOU CAN'T!" Legolas fed all of his energy into him, praying that it would give him the streangh to escape his nightmare.
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HAHHAHAHA cliffie…sort of. Well I still gots 3 hours to write so byea!
Thank ye reviewser, as a hint the next chapter will have even more nightmares!