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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 3
*In Gondor*
"ARE YOU CRAZY, FATHER? YOU CAN'T PUT AN ELF IN THE DUNGEON, FOR THE DARKNESS WILL SURELY KILL HIM!!!" Aragorn found himself yelling at this father when he found that the elf had been put in the dampest, coldest, and smallest cell in the entire dungeon.
"He'll last long enough. He won't be staying in there too long," said an annoyed Arathorn as he started towards his personal chambers.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THEY NEED FRESH AIR AND NATURE. HIS SPIRIT WILL BE DESTROYED, AND THEN HE'LL DIE. What use will he be to you, when he's dead? Aragorn concluded, knowing his father couldn't answer to that.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, LET HIM OUT, AND HAVE HIM COME BACK WITH AN ARMY? THAT CAN'T HAPPEN!" He thought a moment. "But you're right; I suppose I can't have him dying. Fine then, he's in your charge. I'll instruct the staff that they're to follow your directions concerning the elf." Arathorn said before disappearing into his chamber.
*In the Dungeon*
A small figure sat huddled up in the damp corner of the cell. He had a large bruise on the side of his head from where the men knocked him out and a bitter taste in his mouth from the sleeping draft. His knees were pulled up to his chest and he moaned softly anytime he moved.
"I won't survive long down here. It's so dark; I just can't find the light anymore. I miss the trees, the warmth of the sun, and the feeling of fresh air. But most of all, I miss ada." He muttered to himself.
Legolas imagined how he looked. Around his wrists and ankles were tight hoops of mithril shackles, which were attached to chains that led up to the wall and the chains were fastened to the wall with one thick hoop. The hoop could be removed so that he could walk but he'd have to keep the shackles on.
He wondered why he been taken and not his father. He remembered the men storm the throne room. Then, the sleeping draft being forced down his throat. And now, he was here, alone. He didn't where he was, how he got here or why he was chained up like a slave.
"Could that be it? Was I stolen to become a slave?" he said softly. That couldn't be it because the men had called him the jewel of Mirkwood. He sat there pondering in the darkness.
"Ada, please don't come to get me. I don't want you to die. Stay away. Just let me die." He murmured to himself before drifting in thankful oblivion of unconsciousness.
Immortal-Grace: Thanks for all your support! We love positive reviews!!!
Lulu bell: It was Legolas19's idea. I was typing it for her and made some changes and TADA a writing partnership was born.
Nightshade3: It's not supposed to improve your look on humans. In fact, we must be doing our job. Aragorn will help Legolas.eventually.
Nanja: You were asked politely by Legolas19? That's a new one on me.
Golden Leaf: Thanks for the offer. We'll let you know if we do!
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 3
*In Gondor*
"ARE YOU CRAZY, FATHER? YOU CAN'T PUT AN ELF IN THE DUNGEON, FOR THE DARKNESS WILL SURELY KILL HIM!!!" Aragorn found himself yelling at this father when he found that the elf had been put in the dampest, coldest, and smallest cell in the entire dungeon.
"He'll last long enough. He won't be staying in there too long," said an annoyed Arathorn as he started towards his personal chambers.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THEY NEED FRESH AIR AND NATURE. HIS SPIRIT WILL BE DESTROYED, AND THEN HE'LL DIE. What use will he be to you, when he's dead? Aragorn concluded, knowing his father couldn't answer to that.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, LET HIM OUT, AND HAVE HIM COME BACK WITH AN ARMY? THAT CAN'T HAPPEN!" He thought a moment. "But you're right; I suppose I can't have him dying. Fine then, he's in your charge. I'll instruct the staff that they're to follow your directions concerning the elf." Arathorn said before disappearing into his chamber.
*In the Dungeon*
A small figure sat huddled up in the damp corner of the cell. He had a large bruise on the side of his head from where the men knocked him out and a bitter taste in his mouth from the sleeping draft. His knees were pulled up to his chest and he moaned softly anytime he moved.
"I won't survive long down here. It's so dark; I just can't find the light anymore. I miss the trees, the warmth of the sun, and the feeling of fresh air. But most of all, I miss ada." He muttered to himself.
Legolas imagined how he looked. Around his wrists and ankles were tight hoops of mithril shackles, which were attached to chains that led up to the wall and the chains were fastened to the wall with one thick hoop. The hoop could be removed so that he could walk but he'd have to keep the shackles on.
He wondered why he been taken and not his father. He remembered the men storm the throne room. Then, the sleeping draft being forced down his throat. And now, he was here, alone. He didn't where he was, how he got here or why he was chained up like a slave.
"Could that be it? Was I stolen to become a slave?" he said softly. That couldn't be it because the men had called him the jewel of Mirkwood. He sat there pondering in the darkness.
"Ada, please don't come to get me. I don't want you to die. Stay away. Just let me die." He murmured to himself before drifting in thankful oblivion of unconsciousness.