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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 4
*In the Dungeon*
Legolas moaned softly. This was the second time he'd had to wake up in this dark place. He started shuddering.
"It's so dark."
A guard came to the door of his cell, unlocked it, and came towards the elf with the key.
"What's happening?" he asked timidly.
"It's not allowed to inform the prisoner." The guard stated roughly. The guard then removed the one thick hoop and grasped it tightly in his hand. If Legolas had been at full strength, it would have been easy to escape, but with the effects of the sleeping draft still so strong and the long periods of unconsciousness, Legolas could barely walk.
The guard started towards the cell door with Legolas stumbling along behind. The shackles were of mithril, which made them light but strong. The shackles bit into his fair skin, and chaffed the skin to shreds. They went through countless hallways, and down two stairwells. By this time, Legolas could no longer walk and the guard just dragged him down the last three hallways.
They came to a thick wooden door. The guard shoved it open, strutted in, still dragging Legolas. He lifted him up and dumped him onto a table.
"He's all yours." He said to a shadowed figure. With that, he left the room. The figure then went over to the table. The table was of thick wood and had a post with a mithril hoop on it, at each corner. There were two holes in the center of the table with a chain coming out each opening. The figure laid Legolas flat on his stomach and locked the chain around his torso area. He then took each separate chain off the one hoop and locked it onto the mithril ring on each pole at the corners of the table. Legolas was starting to become oriented again. When he found that he was chained down, he tried to thrash, only to hurt himself on the chain around his torso. The figure had gone to the corner where he proceeded to light some torches. The room had the table in the center, many stone cabinets filling the room, and large crank in one corner.
This room was not known to the royals in the castle. The guards discovered it. They followed their orders, which were to keep prisoners alive, but would amuse themselves in the meantime. Torturing mortals was no fun to them because they break so easily, but an elf, that was a rare treat.
The figure started to turn the large crank and the table started to move. It rose until it was standing straight up in the air and Legolas was hanging by his shackles. Only by instinct did Legolas know what would happen next.
The figure had a whip and only pain came with that thought. Again and again, it found its mark on Legolas's back and legs. His tunic and leggings tore. And still, it came. When he finally stopped whipping, Legolas's back was decorated with marks so brutal, a mortal would have long been dead. The whipper was the painter and Legolas's body was the canvas.
The figure went back to the cabinet and retrieved a purple liquid. This room went through so much of it; they needed an entire garden to keep the stocks supplied.
"The elf was so weak; he should be able to take it by mouth" thought the figure. He was wrong. Legolas had enough sense to spit it out again, where it ended up all over the man's tunic. Frustrated, the man grabbed a syringe and jabbed it harshly into Legolas's arm. Legolas bit back a cry of pain. His eyes began to cloud over signaling that unconsciousness was near. But before that could happen, his torturer yanked the chain connected to his left wrist, snapping it.
"Don't you ever spit on my tunic again." He spat. Legolas, who could no longer fight it, drifted into the safe, comforting blackness.
The same guard, who brought him there, was back and dragged him back to his cell. To Legolas's (and Aragorn's luck), he didn't bother hooking the shackles to the wall.
*In Aragorn's Chamber*
Aragorn was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
"First of all, I should get him moved to a better cell and find some fruits and bread. I'll probably need to tend his injuries myself. I don't trust any of the servants to do that task. I'll come up with an escape plan later. I'll have to do something about his shackles. I don't hold the key, only father does. Those shackles are probably injuries in themselves. I hope that none of the guards had their sport with him." He rose and started towards the dungeon. He stopped himself.
"Somehow, I'll have to convince the guards that I'll be treating the elf horribly, but at the same time, get the elf to trust me. Oh, boy." he mumbled, heading towards the bowels of the castle.
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AN # 1: Galadriel evenstar here, I pretty much wrote this chapter. So if you want to blame anyone for the torture.it was me. Actually I based it on my feelings, because I have four projects to do this weekend. *Hides in corner from angry Legolas loving mob* Anyways, if you would please read and review my other stories, I'd be eternally grateful. Thanks! Please read and review this story, too. Legolas19 and I will love you!
AN # 2: Hi this is Legolas19 aka Aragorns_Evenstar_1 aka WillsGirl aka VampirePrincess, hehe I know I have a lot of names... I hope you liked this chapter, it's all due to my best friend Galadriel Evenstar, she's such a good writer! Hehe, please read her stories, they're soooo good! We need more reviews! Please tell some more people to read our stories! I want...at least 5 more reviews! Please? I'd be eternally grateful. Thanks! And if you have any suggestions, e-mail me and I'll forward it to Galadriel Evenstar, thanks, your opinions mean a lot to us!
Lulu bell: Yes, poor Legolas. We're just twisted fanfic writers who are obsessed with torturing Legolas.
Drowningdarksilvergold: What do you mean, "reply"? We try to update once a week.
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 4
*In the Dungeon*
Legolas moaned softly. This was the second time he'd had to wake up in this dark place. He started shuddering.
"It's so dark."
A guard came to the door of his cell, unlocked it, and came towards the elf with the key.
"What's happening?" he asked timidly.
"It's not allowed to inform the prisoner." The guard stated roughly. The guard then removed the one thick hoop and grasped it tightly in his hand. If Legolas had been at full strength, it would have been easy to escape, but with the effects of the sleeping draft still so strong and the long periods of unconsciousness, Legolas could barely walk.
The guard started towards the cell door with Legolas stumbling along behind. The shackles were of mithril, which made them light but strong. The shackles bit into his fair skin, and chaffed the skin to shreds. They went through countless hallways, and down two stairwells. By this time, Legolas could no longer walk and the guard just dragged him down the last three hallways.
They came to a thick wooden door. The guard shoved it open, strutted in, still dragging Legolas. He lifted him up and dumped him onto a table.
"He's all yours." He said to a shadowed figure. With that, he left the room. The figure then went over to the table. The table was of thick wood and had a post with a mithril hoop on it, at each corner. There were two holes in the center of the table with a chain coming out each opening. The figure laid Legolas flat on his stomach and locked the chain around his torso area. He then took each separate chain off the one hoop and locked it onto the mithril ring on each pole at the corners of the table. Legolas was starting to become oriented again. When he found that he was chained down, he tried to thrash, only to hurt himself on the chain around his torso. The figure had gone to the corner where he proceeded to light some torches. The room had the table in the center, many stone cabinets filling the room, and large crank in one corner.
This room was not known to the royals in the castle. The guards discovered it. They followed their orders, which were to keep prisoners alive, but would amuse themselves in the meantime. Torturing mortals was no fun to them because they break so easily, but an elf, that was a rare treat.
The figure started to turn the large crank and the table started to move. It rose until it was standing straight up in the air and Legolas was hanging by his shackles. Only by instinct did Legolas know what would happen next.
The figure had a whip and only pain came with that thought. Again and again, it found its mark on Legolas's back and legs. His tunic and leggings tore. And still, it came. When he finally stopped whipping, Legolas's back was decorated with marks so brutal, a mortal would have long been dead. The whipper was the painter and Legolas's body was the canvas.
The figure went back to the cabinet and retrieved a purple liquid. This room went through so much of it; they needed an entire garden to keep the stocks supplied.
"The elf was so weak; he should be able to take it by mouth" thought the figure. He was wrong. Legolas had enough sense to spit it out again, where it ended up all over the man's tunic. Frustrated, the man grabbed a syringe and jabbed it harshly into Legolas's arm. Legolas bit back a cry of pain. His eyes began to cloud over signaling that unconsciousness was near. But before that could happen, his torturer yanked the chain connected to his left wrist, snapping it.
"Don't you ever spit on my tunic again." He spat. Legolas, who could no longer fight it, drifted into the safe, comforting blackness.
The same guard, who brought him there, was back and dragged him back to his cell. To Legolas's (and Aragorn's luck), he didn't bother hooking the shackles to the wall.
*In Aragorn's Chamber*
Aragorn was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
"First of all, I should get him moved to a better cell and find some fruits and bread. I'll probably need to tend his injuries myself. I don't trust any of the servants to do that task. I'll come up with an escape plan later. I'll have to do something about his shackles. I don't hold the key, only father does. Those shackles are probably injuries in themselves. I hope that none of the guards had their sport with him." He rose and started towards the dungeon. He stopped himself.
"Somehow, I'll have to convince the guards that I'll be treating the elf horribly, but at the same time, get the elf to trust me. Oh, boy." he mumbled, heading towards the bowels of the castle.
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AN # 1: Galadriel evenstar here, I pretty much wrote this chapter. So if you want to blame anyone for the torture.it was me. Actually I based it on my feelings, because I have four projects to do this weekend. *Hides in corner from angry Legolas loving mob* Anyways, if you would please read and review my other stories, I'd be eternally grateful. Thanks! Please read and review this story, too. Legolas19 and I will love you!
AN # 2: Hi this is Legolas19 aka Aragorns_Evenstar_1 aka WillsGirl aka VampirePrincess, hehe I know I have a lot of names... I hope you liked this chapter, it's all due to my best friend Galadriel Evenstar, she's such a good writer! Hehe, please read her stories, they're soooo good! We need more reviews! Please tell some more people to read our stories! I want...at least 5 more reviews! Please? I'd be eternally grateful. Thanks! And if you have any suggestions, e-mail me and I'll forward it to Galadriel Evenstar, thanks, your opinions mean a lot to us!