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Facing the subject of her Revenge
Legolas looked across at Gandalf and saw there was even fear in the wizard's eyes. They had sat there for a long time and still the barrier had not been lifted.
"What's taking her so long?" he asked, but knowing what the answer might be.
The wizard looked across at the prince and laid a hand on his. "Legolas do not give up yet. There is still time."
"But what if..."
"Legolas," Gandalf stopped him. "Have a little faith. She's not one to give up easily."
For a very brief moment Legolas smiled, knowing exactly what Gandalf meant.
"You must ready yourself for battle for it may come at any second," the wizard continued. "You can not let your emotions take over, please."
The prince nodded sadly and took a deep breath. He wanted so much to spend his whole life with Elimay, and the small amount of time they had already had, was not enough.
Elimay was pushed to her knees and her arms were allowed to fall at her sides. They ached with pain from being pulled back so forcefully. She lifted her eyes and saw the tall figure dressed in white standing by the window. As one of the men spoke of their entrance from behind Elimay, he turned and a slow smile of satisfaction crept onto his lips. He did not seem remotely surprised at her being there.
"Ah, Elimay. I was wondering when you would get here." His voice was deep and almost grating in her ears. His long bony hands were clasped in front of him and his long white hair and beard was immaculate as usual.
"How did you..?"
"I knew that by telling you that I held your family, you would not be able to resist the urge to come after them," he explained.
Elimay frowned. "But why do you want me?" she asked. Surely it would just be easier for him to kill her family causing her as much pain as possible for her failure.
"Elimay," he soothed, his voice more like a spell causing her to feel defenceless. "You are my most talented worker. Your skill is beyond anything that any of my other men possess. It would be foolish of me to get rid of you. Instead, I intend to make you another deal."
Elimay took in a hiss of air through her gritted teeth and she knew she was not going to like this.
"I am doing this to offer you one last chance. If you do not comply or succeed, you, your family and the monastery of Rhun will be destroyed."
Elimay held back tears of despair and pain and balled her hands into tight fists.
"I have a whole army of orcs and Uruk-Hai waiting out there that have been the command to strike on my word or if I happen to... be killed. So you see, it is pointless for you to kill me," he smiled.
The two men behind her laughed and Saruman immediately looked up at them sternly. "Get out," he told them. Their expressions fell and they bowed before leaving the room and closing the door behind them.
Elimay sighed with hopelessness and lowered her gaze down to the floor. If she killed him, the army outside would kill Legolas and Gandalf. And if she complied with her master, they would be saved and so would her family and the monastery. But she did not want this anymore. She did not want to constantly be told what she was and wasn't allowed to do.
Looking up again, she found Saruman was watching her.
"What is the task?" she asked.
He smiled and began to pace round the circular room. "For you to kill your family," he laughed. "In return you and the monastery will be spared. This will prove your devotion to me."
Elimay screamed out at him in rage and got to her feet, no longer composed. "I will not kill my family!"
Saruman raised his eyebrows. "Then you are causing their deaths and the deaths of many others."
At this point, Elimay had her mind set. If she were to die, she would die defending her family. She took a deep breath and pretended to kneel as if she was giving into his command, but in a flash of lightning, she drew the second dagger from her boot and swept in it a wide arc. Saruman managed to jump back in time and drew his sword, to block another attack. Elimay had never know that he was this good at fighting, but then she realised that she was better. That was why he wanted her to work for him.
Ducking under an arc his sword made, she kicked her foot out and swept her opponents legs out from under him. He plummeted to the ground and when he tried to rise, she threw her dagger.
It hit true. His eyes were wide in pain and amazement as he looked down to the dagger protruding from his chest. But as he sank to the floor, there was a crooked smile on his face. He knew she had just given the order for the orcs to go on their rampage. The evil wizard died and then all was silent.
Elimay looked down at what she had done, not quite believing it. Her breath was jagged from the fight and she was terrified to know that she would not find relief at his death. Cautiously she went up to the corpse and pulled out the dagger, wiping the blood from it on the wizard's robes. Then she opened the door to face another battle. At the sight of their dead master, the men became more than angry and their attacks on her were fierce. She blocked and attacked, dodging many times. All the time, she was making for the dungeon doors. The third man from earlier joined the two and she was fighting for her life.
She managed to kill one with her dagger to his heart and on his way down, she seized her other dagger from his belt. This gave her more of an advantage and soon she was just faced with one. Their swords clashed and she blocked upwards. But she realised too late that he had deceived her and had pulled another sword hidden in his belt. It sunk into her gut and then he pulled it out, stepping back with satisfaction. She frowned at the pain, and looked down at her hand to see that it was already covered with blood from holding her stomach. Pain filled her to an unbelievable height and she almost blacked out, but she pictured her family and with her last ounce of strength, threw her dagger, landing it neatly in the man's forehead. He went down instantly.
She sank to her knees, feeling herself grow faint. She had to get to her family. She wrenched the dagger from the man's head and joined it with the other, putting them in her belt. Then she dragged herself down the stairs, inch-by-inch, becoming slower and slower. The movement was causing her more pain but she was determined. A trail of blood was left behind on the stone and soon she reached the level where the door to the dungeons lay. She had it in her sights; it was so close. Groaning and clutching her stomach she reached out for the bolts, but then suddenly she gave into the injury and she slumped to the ground, unconscious and bleeding to death.
XxXxXx Wow, it just keeps getting worse and worse for her!! Cliff hanger!! Mwahhhh. (supposed to be evil laugh; didn't quite know how to spell it!!)
Facing the subject of her Revenge
Legolas looked across at Gandalf and saw there was even fear in the wizard's eyes. They had sat there for a long time and still the barrier had not been lifted.
"What's taking her so long?" he asked, but knowing what the answer might be.
The wizard looked across at the prince and laid a hand on his. "Legolas do not give up yet. There is still time."
"But what if..."
"Legolas," Gandalf stopped him. "Have a little faith. She's not one to give up easily."
For a very brief moment Legolas smiled, knowing exactly what Gandalf meant.
"You must ready yourself for battle for it may come at any second," the wizard continued. "You can not let your emotions take over, please."
The prince nodded sadly and took a deep breath. He wanted so much to spend his whole life with Elimay, and the small amount of time they had already had, was not enough.
Elimay was pushed to her knees and her arms were allowed to fall at her sides. They ached with pain from being pulled back so forcefully. She lifted her eyes and saw the tall figure dressed in white standing by the window. As one of the men spoke of their entrance from behind Elimay, he turned and a slow smile of satisfaction crept onto his lips. He did not seem remotely surprised at her being there.
"Ah, Elimay. I was wondering when you would get here." His voice was deep and almost grating in her ears. His long bony hands were clasped in front of him and his long white hair and beard was immaculate as usual.
"How did you..?"
"I knew that by telling you that I held your family, you would not be able to resist the urge to come after them," he explained.
Elimay frowned. "But why do you want me?" she asked. Surely it would just be easier for him to kill her family causing her as much pain as possible for her failure.
"Elimay," he soothed, his voice more like a spell causing her to feel defenceless. "You are my most talented worker. Your skill is beyond anything that any of my other men possess. It would be foolish of me to get rid of you. Instead, I intend to make you another deal."
Elimay took in a hiss of air through her gritted teeth and she knew she was not going to like this.
"I am doing this to offer you one last chance. If you do not comply or succeed, you, your family and the monastery of Rhun will be destroyed."
Elimay held back tears of despair and pain and balled her hands into tight fists.
"I have a whole army of orcs and Uruk-Hai waiting out there that have been the command to strike on my word or if I happen to... be killed. So you see, it is pointless for you to kill me," he smiled.
The two men behind her laughed and Saruman immediately looked up at them sternly. "Get out," he told them. Their expressions fell and they bowed before leaving the room and closing the door behind them.
Elimay sighed with hopelessness and lowered her gaze down to the floor. If she killed him, the army outside would kill Legolas and Gandalf. And if she complied with her master, they would be saved and so would her family and the monastery. But she did not want this anymore. She did not want to constantly be told what she was and wasn't allowed to do.
Looking up again, she found Saruman was watching her.
"What is the task?" she asked.
He smiled and began to pace round the circular room. "For you to kill your family," he laughed. "In return you and the monastery will be spared. This will prove your devotion to me."
Elimay screamed out at him in rage and got to her feet, no longer composed. "I will not kill my family!"
Saruman raised his eyebrows. "Then you are causing their deaths and the deaths of many others."
At this point, Elimay had her mind set. If she were to die, she would die defending her family. She took a deep breath and pretended to kneel as if she was giving into his command, but in a flash of lightning, she drew the second dagger from her boot and swept in it a wide arc. Saruman managed to jump back in time and drew his sword, to block another attack. Elimay had never know that he was this good at fighting, but then she realised that she was better. That was why he wanted her to work for him.
Ducking under an arc his sword made, she kicked her foot out and swept her opponents legs out from under him. He plummeted to the ground and when he tried to rise, she threw her dagger.
It hit true. His eyes were wide in pain and amazement as he looked down to the dagger protruding from his chest. But as he sank to the floor, there was a crooked smile on his face. He knew she had just given the order for the orcs to go on their rampage. The evil wizard died and then all was silent.
Elimay looked down at what she had done, not quite believing it. Her breath was jagged from the fight and she was terrified to know that she would not find relief at his death. Cautiously she went up to the corpse and pulled out the dagger, wiping the blood from it on the wizard's robes. Then she opened the door to face another battle. At the sight of their dead master, the men became more than angry and their attacks on her were fierce. She blocked and attacked, dodging many times. All the time, she was making for the dungeon doors. The third man from earlier joined the two and she was fighting for her life.
She managed to kill one with her dagger to his heart and on his way down, she seized her other dagger from his belt. This gave her more of an advantage and soon she was just faced with one. Their swords clashed and she blocked upwards. But she realised too late that he had deceived her and had pulled another sword hidden in his belt. It sunk into her gut and then he pulled it out, stepping back with satisfaction. She frowned at the pain, and looked down at her hand to see that it was already covered with blood from holding her stomach. Pain filled her to an unbelievable height and she almost blacked out, but she pictured her family and with her last ounce of strength, threw her dagger, landing it neatly in the man's forehead. He went down instantly.
She sank to her knees, feeling herself grow faint. She had to get to her family. She wrenched the dagger from the man's head and joined it with the other, putting them in her belt. Then she dragged herself down the stairs, inch-by-inch, becoming slower and slower. The movement was causing her more pain but she was determined. A trail of blood was left behind on the stone and soon she reached the level where the door to the dungeons lay. She had it in her sights; it was so close. Groaning and clutching her stomach she reached out for the bolts, but then suddenly she gave into the injury and she slumped to the ground, unconscious and bleeding to death.
XxXxXx Wow, it just keeps getting worse and worse for her!! Cliff hanger!! Mwahhhh. (supposed to be evil laugh; didn't quite know how to spell it!!)