Chapter Eight
" You did not think that you can hide away from me now, can you? You stupid humans.."
A dark figure emerged from the shadow. Isildur recognized it was the same man that spoke to him and Elrond when Elrond was wounded during the battle. Whoever it was, he was tall and cold. His whole body was once again covered with the same heavy black cloak, his face is still bloodless, and his sharp snake like eyes are penetrating the three men's mind.
" Hiding from me is not a very good plan." he smirked, " then again.humans are never so smart anyway.."
" Who are you?" Isildur asked furiously, reaching for his sword.
" Hm, seems like we got a hot tempered man here, and I believe, " Valion said slowly." yes I believe, we will just have to teach you a little lesson, in hiding around my master's lair."
" Seems like you are such a coward, always have to hide behind this, so called master of yours." Romes remarked, holding onto Elrond closely.
Valion's eyes jerked towards the young man, sizing him up. " And you, my poor little, disoriented child..you need to watch your mouth."
Romes was about to charge at him when Gorian held onto him strongly. " Don't, that is exactly what he wants!"
Valion smirked once again, " What I want, is him!" He pointed at Elrond, who was still unconscious, oblivious to his surroundings.
Romes retorted, " What ever it is that you wish to claim, he has already stated that he does not have it!"
Valion held out his hands, suddenly Elrond vanished from Rome's arms and appeared straight onto Valion's arms.
Isildur's eyes went wide, " Elrond!" He dashed towards Valion, but was shocked back with some invisible force, a wall that is protecting the Dark Figure against him, a wall that they cannot see. Romes also ran towards him with his sword ready to penetrate the man, and yet, he was thrown back just as Isildur was.
" While you children are here, I might as well give you some fun." With a flash of his hands, a group of Orcs came out from nowhere, ready to kill.
" Farewell." Valion said with enjoyment, and then, he vanished.
The Orcs snarled and screeched, each fully armed with chains and weapons. Their eyes all focused on the three men that were standing before them.
The men had their weapons drawn as the Orcs started to edge towards them.
" Seems like we got ourselves a bit of a trouble eh?" Gorian said humorlessly.
Isildur eyed their newfound enemies, " Well, we will just have to find a way to get rid of them!"
Romes did not wait a moment; with the flash of an eye he slashed an orc that was charging at him. Once it was down, the rest of the pack began to surround the men. There were twenty or so of these foul beasts, every single of them with the fury to kill the humans that they before them. Little did they know, the faster they come towards them, the faster their lives will be ended.
Especially towards Romes.
Romes lashed out at every single orc he can get his hands on. With the power that he had, his sword swept through the air until it caught flesh and rip right through it. He had Elrond in his arms, and yet he vanished through thin air. The mixed feelings of anger and fear took over his body, so he sends those feelings into his enemy, killing every single one of them.
Isildur and Gorian also lashed out to their enemies with no fear, only determination, soon the enemy around them died down, Romes delved his sword into one last Orc when it had ended. He pulled it out with disgust.
" So this is all he could give us, filthy orcs!" Romes said angrily.
Isildur clasped his hand onto Romes's shoulder, " Romes, calm yourself down." Isildur said, " Elrond needs you, we cannot let you lose your head now can we?"
Romes looked into Isildur's eyes, he saw reassurance and confidence. He smiled softly and replied slowly, " Your are right..I cannot lose myself."
" That is my boy! Now, lets go on and search for those bastards shall we?"
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" They have passed the orcs."
Valion shivered. His master did not like to be disappointed, but what just happened, certainly is a disappointment.
Sauron turned to face his one of many servants, the moment he did, Valion felt coldness went down his spine. His master was furious, all of the sudden, he felt very small.
" You told me that you were not going to fail!" Sauron hissed, grabbing Valion by the throat he lift him up, his feet dangling mid air. Valion gasped for breath, but Sauron was not planning on letting go, until something else caught his eye.
Elrond was lying on a stone bed, chained on all fours. Cold as the stone, he was left wondering in the dark, with no clear direction ahead of him. All he can feel is loneliness, despair, no warmth, none. Bits of images and pictures are trying to get into his mind and yet, he can see none.
Sauron smiled with malice as his soulless eyes take in the figure that lay before him. An elf of many years, young for his kind yet far too wise and powerful, a threat he is to his enemy but there is something about him that kept him alive for this long. His skin was marred with the torture tools Valion had used against him, but his heart, still so pure and untainted. This is what angers the Dark Lord.
Elrond felt uneasy, even without conscious he can sense the evilness Sauron contained. His mind was jumbled; everything just swirled in his mind as if someone was shaking him up and down. Suddenly, something stung him, the new pain aroused him.
Sauron had his claw like hands around Elrond's already injured neck, tiny spikes were pressing into his delicate skin, hot tears threatened to spill down his cheeks, but he would not let them, though his mind is still in the fog, he still had the willpower to hold on. He was broken once, never again will he let it happen.
" Do you think you are as strong as you feel?" the Dark Lord hissed into his ear. Elrond twisted and turned beneath his touch. " Do you really think you can escape from my claws? I see you." He gently touched one of his long spikes on Elrond's face, " I see you, I feel you, I can read your thoughts..what makes you think you can escape from me?"
Elrond stopped twisting, his words angered him. When has he hidden from him?
" I had never ran away from you, " Elrond struggled, " I had never hid from you, rather it is you, " Elrond shot the Lord a dead stare, " it is you, who does not have the courage to face me alone, unless you have your filthy little servants do your dirty work for you." Sauron's grip on Elrond went tighter, but that did not stop him. " You have no nerve, no bravery, nothing to face your enemy, so what.." Keeping his stare locked with the Lord's eyes, " what makes you think I would run away from a coward?"
Anger ripped through Sauron, his grip on Elrond tightened, with little effort; he tossed the elf across the room. The impact blew all the air Elrond had, he coughed for air, fresh blood trickled down his already bruised lips. He clutched his chest with indescribable pain, yet he is still not willing to let go. Slowly he stood up, whispering words of encouragement to himself, not caring if the lord can hear him or not. He clung onto the wall with one arm, he leveled himself with Sauron.
With difficulty, he took a deep breath and said, " I do not know what is it that you wish, but whatever it is, I do not have it."
" Liar!"
Sauron screamed and leaped for the elf. Valion still kneeled on the floor, trembling at the rage that his master had displayed. His evilness had already brought fear to many, adding his anger makes him ever more terrible.
Elrond moved as fast as his body would let him. One of Sauron's claws struck the wall where Elrond was clinging onto causing one of his spikes to break off. It landed on the ground with a cold pang. The heat is rising in the room.
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Javas and the other men were in the dark. He had no idea what direction he was going. Slowly he was starting to regret separating from the others. He tried to look ahead, but it was pitch black. Suddenly he stepped on something soft, nearly tripped him over.
" What is it, Javas?" one of the men whispered.
Javas caught himself in midair and regained his balance. " I am not sure," slowly he bent down to feel what it was. It was warm. Javas took a small breath and replied, " I think it is one of our men." Risking a bit of light, he slightly lit a torch, as the light shone, the face of the man was clear. It was one of their men, two in fact, the same two that was guarding the door for Isildur.
" What in the world?" Javas exclaimed, he checked for their pulse, both were still alive, just a knock on the head. One of them was slowly regaining conscious. His eyes opened.
Javas gave a sigh of relief, just as the other men. They had tried to wake up the other, though a bit harder, he woke up also.
" What happened?" Both asked groggily.
Javas arched an eyebrow and replied, " That is the question that I wish to ask you."
Both men rubbed their temples. One began to recall what happened.
" Isildur told us to guard the door in case anyone was to come." He explained the primary reason why they were outside the door. " Gorian, or Romes found that there were cells inside in which they suspected could be where they have Elrond in captive. " he paused, " it was going alone rather smoothly when something was whisked out the door without us noticing."
The other man seemed to recall the incident. " Yes! I remember this well, something, or someone for that matter just suddenly stormed out the door! We were both confused, " the man who spoke earlier nodded. " we were about to rush to tell Isildur when I believe something hit me, and that is the end of it."
" For me also, I believe whatever had rushed out the door knocked us out, the next thing I know, you are here waking us up."
Javas started at them with disbelief. " You say there is something that rushed out the door without the two of you seeing?" Both nodded. " How can that even be possible?"
Just as they were about to reply, a sound caught their ears.
" What is it now?" Javas sighed, he held up his sword, motioning to the men not to make a move. Many things had happened in such a short period of time, he was beginning to think that nothing could surprise him further.
He edged towards the darkness further as one of his men extinguished the light. He squinted, suddenly he sees something silver coming his way, he lashed out his sword and caught it in time. A loud clash echoed against the walls.
Javas panted, sweat pouring from his brow" Isildur?"
" You did not think that you can hide away from me now, can you? You stupid humans.."
A dark figure emerged from the shadow. Isildur recognized it was the same man that spoke to him and Elrond when Elrond was wounded during the battle. Whoever it was, he was tall and cold. His whole body was once again covered with the same heavy black cloak, his face is still bloodless, and his sharp snake like eyes are penetrating the three men's mind.
" Hiding from me is not a very good plan." he smirked, " then again.humans are never so smart anyway.."
" Who are you?" Isildur asked furiously, reaching for his sword.
" Hm, seems like we got a hot tempered man here, and I believe, " Valion said slowly." yes I believe, we will just have to teach you a little lesson, in hiding around my master's lair."
" Seems like you are such a coward, always have to hide behind this, so called master of yours." Romes remarked, holding onto Elrond closely.
Valion's eyes jerked towards the young man, sizing him up. " And you, my poor little, disoriented child..you need to watch your mouth."
Romes was about to charge at him when Gorian held onto him strongly. " Don't, that is exactly what he wants!"
Valion smirked once again, " What I want, is him!" He pointed at Elrond, who was still unconscious, oblivious to his surroundings.
Romes retorted, " What ever it is that you wish to claim, he has already stated that he does not have it!"
Valion held out his hands, suddenly Elrond vanished from Rome's arms and appeared straight onto Valion's arms.
Isildur's eyes went wide, " Elrond!" He dashed towards Valion, but was shocked back with some invisible force, a wall that is protecting the Dark Figure against him, a wall that they cannot see. Romes also ran towards him with his sword ready to penetrate the man, and yet, he was thrown back just as Isildur was.
" While you children are here, I might as well give you some fun." With a flash of his hands, a group of Orcs came out from nowhere, ready to kill.
" Farewell." Valion said with enjoyment, and then, he vanished.
The Orcs snarled and screeched, each fully armed with chains and weapons. Their eyes all focused on the three men that were standing before them.
The men had their weapons drawn as the Orcs started to edge towards them.
" Seems like we got ourselves a bit of a trouble eh?" Gorian said humorlessly.
Isildur eyed their newfound enemies, " Well, we will just have to find a way to get rid of them!"
Romes did not wait a moment; with the flash of an eye he slashed an orc that was charging at him. Once it was down, the rest of the pack began to surround the men. There were twenty or so of these foul beasts, every single of them with the fury to kill the humans that they before them. Little did they know, the faster they come towards them, the faster their lives will be ended.
Especially towards Romes.
Romes lashed out at every single orc he can get his hands on. With the power that he had, his sword swept through the air until it caught flesh and rip right through it. He had Elrond in his arms, and yet he vanished through thin air. The mixed feelings of anger and fear took over his body, so he sends those feelings into his enemy, killing every single one of them.
Isildur and Gorian also lashed out to their enemies with no fear, only determination, soon the enemy around them died down, Romes delved his sword into one last Orc when it had ended. He pulled it out with disgust.
" So this is all he could give us, filthy orcs!" Romes said angrily.
Isildur clasped his hand onto Romes's shoulder, " Romes, calm yourself down." Isildur said, " Elrond needs you, we cannot let you lose your head now can we?"
Romes looked into Isildur's eyes, he saw reassurance and confidence. He smiled softly and replied slowly, " Your are right..I cannot lose myself."
" That is my boy! Now, lets go on and search for those bastards shall we?"
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" They have passed the orcs."
Valion shivered. His master did not like to be disappointed, but what just happened, certainly is a disappointment.
Sauron turned to face his one of many servants, the moment he did, Valion felt coldness went down his spine. His master was furious, all of the sudden, he felt very small.
" You told me that you were not going to fail!" Sauron hissed, grabbing Valion by the throat he lift him up, his feet dangling mid air. Valion gasped for breath, but Sauron was not planning on letting go, until something else caught his eye.
Elrond was lying on a stone bed, chained on all fours. Cold as the stone, he was left wondering in the dark, with no clear direction ahead of him. All he can feel is loneliness, despair, no warmth, none. Bits of images and pictures are trying to get into his mind and yet, he can see none.
Sauron smiled with malice as his soulless eyes take in the figure that lay before him. An elf of many years, young for his kind yet far too wise and powerful, a threat he is to his enemy but there is something about him that kept him alive for this long. His skin was marred with the torture tools Valion had used against him, but his heart, still so pure and untainted. This is what angers the Dark Lord.
Elrond felt uneasy, even without conscious he can sense the evilness Sauron contained. His mind was jumbled; everything just swirled in his mind as if someone was shaking him up and down. Suddenly, something stung him, the new pain aroused him.
Sauron had his claw like hands around Elrond's already injured neck, tiny spikes were pressing into his delicate skin, hot tears threatened to spill down his cheeks, but he would not let them, though his mind is still in the fog, he still had the willpower to hold on. He was broken once, never again will he let it happen.
" Do you think you are as strong as you feel?" the Dark Lord hissed into his ear. Elrond twisted and turned beneath his touch. " Do you really think you can escape from my claws? I see you." He gently touched one of his long spikes on Elrond's face, " I see you, I feel you, I can read your thoughts..what makes you think you can escape from me?"
Elrond stopped twisting, his words angered him. When has he hidden from him?
" I had never ran away from you, " Elrond struggled, " I had never hid from you, rather it is you, " Elrond shot the Lord a dead stare, " it is you, who does not have the courage to face me alone, unless you have your filthy little servants do your dirty work for you." Sauron's grip on Elrond went tighter, but that did not stop him. " You have no nerve, no bravery, nothing to face your enemy, so what.." Keeping his stare locked with the Lord's eyes, " what makes you think I would run away from a coward?"
Anger ripped through Sauron, his grip on Elrond tightened, with little effort; he tossed the elf across the room. The impact blew all the air Elrond had, he coughed for air, fresh blood trickled down his already bruised lips. He clutched his chest with indescribable pain, yet he is still not willing to let go. Slowly he stood up, whispering words of encouragement to himself, not caring if the lord can hear him or not. He clung onto the wall with one arm, he leveled himself with Sauron.
With difficulty, he took a deep breath and said, " I do not know what is it that you wish, but whatever it is, I do not have it."
" Liar!"
Sauron screamed and leaped for the elf. Valion still kneeled on the floor, trembling at the rage that his master had displayed. His evilness had already brought fear to many, adding his anger makes him ever more terrible.
Elrond moved as fast as his body would let him. One of Sauron's claws struck the wall where Elrond was clinging onto causing one of his spikes to break off. It landed on the ground with a cold pang. The heat is rising in the room.
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Javas and the other men were in the dark. He had no idea what direction he was going. Slowly he was starting to regret separating from the others. He tried to look ahead, but it was pitch black. Suddenly he stepped on something soft, nearly tripped him over.
" What is it, Javas?" one of the men whispered.
Javas caught himself in midair and regained his balance. " I am not sure," slowly he bent down to feel what it was. It was warm. Javas took a small breath and replied, " I think it is one of our men." Risking a bit of light, he slightly lit a torch, as the light shone, the face of the man was clear. It was one of their men, two in fact, the same two that was guarding the door for Isildur.
" What in the world?" Javas exclaimed, he checked for their pulse, both were still alive, just a knock on the head. One of them was slowly regaining conscious. His eyes opened.
Javas gave a sigh of relief, just as the other men. They had tried to wake up the other, though a bit harder, he woke up also.
" What happened?" Both asked groggily.
Javas arched an eyebrow and replied, " That is the question that I wish to ask you."
Both men rubbed their temples. One began to recall what happened.
" Isildur told us to guard the door in case anyone was to come." He explained the primary reason why they were outside the door. " Gorian, or Romes found that there were cells inside in which they suspected could be where they have Elrond in captive. " he paused, " it was going alone rather smoothly when something was whisked out the door without us noticing."
The other man seemed to recall the incident. " Yes! I remember this well, something, or someone for that matter just suddenly stormed out the door! We were both confused, " the man who spoke earlier nodded. " we were about to rush to tell Isildur when I believe something hit me, and that is the end of it."
" For me also, I believe whatever had rushed out the door knocked us out, the next thing I know, you are here waking us up."
Javas started at them with disbelief. " You say there is something that rushed out the door without the two of you seeing?" Both nodded. " How can that even be possible?"
Just as they were about to reply, a sound caught their ears.
" What is it now?" Javas sighed, he held up his sword, motioning to the men not to make a move. Many things had happened in such a short period of time, he was beginning to think that nothing could surprise him further.
He edged towards the darkness further as one of his men extinguished the light. He squinted, suddenly he sees something silver coming his way, he lashed out his sword and caught it in time. A loud clash echoed against the walls.
Javas panted, sweat pouring from his brow" Isildur?"